Chapter 50: Trouble Strikes the Wan Family Again

“Ah…”
Early in the morning, the Wan family home was filled with screams of agony.
After the previous incident where the entire family had fallen victim, the Wan residence had become the focus of everyone's attention.
Almost the moment the screams rang out, neighbors gathered at the Wan family's door.
“What happened? What’s going on at the Wan house again?” A crowd craned their necks at the entrance, too fearful to enter, uncertain if the perpetrator had left.
Xu Hanshan led his group cautiously inside, placing one foot over the threshold before losing control completely.
“Heh, Demon God of the Green Mountains is overthinking it. I merely pointed out how to put an end to the chaos in the Domain of Pioneers, but never said the Human Alliance should enter it,” Li Tianchen replied coolly.
Petty’s bone whip flashed with a sharp, intimidating brilliance, as if it were a venomous serpent waiting to strike, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Li Tianchen.
Lin Yi wore a gravity on his face never seen before, laying out the silver needles in a row, taking a deep breath before finally removing the needles from the cloth pouch.
“You don’t need that many,” Li Xiang hurriedly objected, but Lin Yi had already hung up the phone. Li Xiang was still bewildered—why transfer it to him instead of directly to Li Mengru?
When the Violet-Eyed Demon Emperor arrived at the Violet Moon territory with his subordinate demon kings and Wing King, more than three hundred demon kings and tens of thousands of demon soldiers and generals had already assembled. These demons had all been summoned by the Wing King’s military order.
Song Qiaofan furrowed his brow and returned to his room, only then noticing something amiss.
If I had a knife in my hand right now, I’d stab this bastard twice. Does he not realize what’s happening? He still has the nerve to flirt with girls at a time like this.
The Teachings of Elucidation were led by the Elder of the South Pole, accompanied by Li Jing, Nezha, Lei Zhenzi and others who had attained sainthood in the flesh, while Guang Chengzi and eleven disciples were restoring their powers and did not attend.
Tang Manhong glanced at the sign for Rivers and Mountains Residence, her expression dark and wary, then clicked her high heels and stepped inside.
All eyes in the audience were fixed on Wang Bing and the “Iron Lion” in the ring; even Long Chuxue, Zuo Lan and others were watching Wang Bing closely.
Yet there was not a shred of color on his own body—not the pallor of death, nor the blue of vitality.
After Long Chuxue finished speaking, Wang Bing’s mood grew heavy. He unconsciously took her hand; anyone who had gone through such an ordeal would likely break down.
Yu Haocheng had assumed that Zhongjin had hired assassins to kill Cui Youzhen, and success was guaranteed. Who would have thought Cui Youzhen would return to Korea unscathed and even launch the film base project smoothly? This infuriated Yu Haocheng further—even professional killers couldn’t take her out. Was fate conspiring against him?
After saying this, Captain Wang felt it was a bit unreasonable. Two healthy adults, living in the city, dying of thirst at home—what kind of story was that?
He had thought this would be one of his strongest rivals, but now, perhaps he was just overthinking.
The freezing storm that swept the heavens seemed to recognize the identity of the Blood-Armored cultivator. Upon contact, it avoided him at the perfect moment, as if the storm had acquired a soul and could sense his aura.
A blue stretch Lincoln stopped beside Huaming, and a handsome young man stuck his head out, “Brother Ashui, get in!” Huaming smiled, walked to the other side, opened the door and took the passenger seat.
As the top expert in the mercenary assassin world, Ding Yu had suffered all kinds of injuries in countless missions, so bone-setting came more naturally to him than to many professionals.
Sixty thousand seemed a tempting price, but the risks involved were simply incalculable.
In the history of mankind, there have been countless rises and falls, and untold near-extinction crises. Every era had its own brilliance, and its own martial prowess.
At the same time, his body rose from the ground. One foot carried the force of ten thousand pounds, fiercely kicking the armored bio-ghost in the abdomen! A muffled thud erupted at the point of impact, forcing his opponent back several steps.