Chapter 112: Confirming Identity

Batu was somewhat surprised to witness all this; he truly hadn’t expected the two of them to have merged their skills. Yet, he had been certain earlier that Zhao Ling’er had no connection with them at all—how could such a fusion be possible? His gaze then shifted to Zhao Yuan, who looked on in astonishment, clearly unaware of these developments.

"Since our academy insists on proof of familial ties, I suppose you won’t detain me anymore. I only hope my brother can finish this competition soon. After that, do whatever you please, but please don’t take him. I’ve already told you before—we are related—but you refused to believe it."

Zhao Linlin spoke with a maturity that had grown remarkably, causing the crowd to fall silent.

Suddenly, a row of flying needles appeared on the table, and the next moment, a figure emerged seemingly from nowhere.

They were in no way comparable to Chu Qianjun or A-K, those creatures clawing their way out from piles of the dead.

Margaret was no merchant; she lacked the cautious cunning typical of traders. Once the terms were agreed upon, she immediately transferred the funds to Li Zhiyuan’s account via online banking.

Naturally sharp Lin Xue’er understood fully after her sister’s brief explanation.

In the restroom, Duan Yutong tentatively touched the so-called lightning clam; it was indeed motionless. She quickly took it off her shoulder—it was plastic, without a doubt.

One person was struck by a kick; the last remaining individual, with a terrifying gaze, tumbled down the barren roadside slope—his fate unknown.

At first, he had surged through the Heavenly River to reach the higher realm, witnessing its landscapes and feeling the power of its heaven and earth.

“What?!” Upon hearing Zhao Feng’s words, the two were visibly shaken. They knew the combat strength of the Shanyue troops—it was superior to ordinary Jiangdong soldiers. If the Liaodong army could defeat these Shanyue forces, how many soldiers would Liaodong need to deploy?

The intense sunlight and the oppressive late summer heat were all blocked by the thick canopy. Though Jiangnan had not entered the shade, he felt certain that being within it would bring a refreshing coolness.

Yet, his voice failed him—cold sweat beaded on his forehead as he opened his mouth, twitching silently.

Beitang He failed to land his strike but accidentally wounded Tang Xue. However, it mattered little to him who got hurt. Seeing everyone crowd around Tang Xue, oblivious to him, he quickly darted toward the exit, intending to flee.

The appearance of the white light was due to the faith from the people, which had now increased with additional wishes. It was these collective wishes from the populace that ultimately caused the transformation of belief.

“Will you be able to find your way here tomorrow? The navigation system doesn’t have this location,” Shen Ruyue smiled.

She slightly lifted her gown, the flesh pressed out so enticingly that Bernard was left staring in astonishment.

As divine power flowed into Meilin’s head, his previously proud brow slowly furrowed and eventually knit tightly together. After a long while, he looked toward Director Liu, then at Meilin lying on the bed, but said nothing immediately.

His body was shackled with iron chains, immobilized. Fortunately, he bore no injuries; the ghostly fiend had merely thrown him in without inflicting torment.

Beneath the bright moonlight, snowflakes danced wildly, the heavy snowfall obscuring the horizon and the luminous moon above.

It seemed the events of years ago were inseparable from Bai Haotian—such a man, with such deep schemes.

Huo Siyu was clearly unwilling and wanted to say more. Yet Dong Linghuang’s voice was so stern and cold that not a single word could be uttered; he grudgingly withdrew to one side.

At this moment, Su Ranran seemed not to have fully recovered from the recent drinking. Her cheeks were flushed with two rosy patches; her lips slightly parted. The garment on her shoulder had slipped due to her earlier struggles, revealing a smooth, rounded shoulder.

“I’ll count to three, then the free-for-all begins. Three, two, one.” The moment Hua Kongming’s voice fell, shrieks erupted across the square.

Mo Fan took a deep breath, uncertain whether to speak. If he did, it might loosen the seal on Su Mo’s memories, causing all she wished to forget to resurface. That pain... would wound Su Mo deeply once more.