Chapter 0081: The Current State of the Shinobi World

"How serious is it, exactly?" the boy—Shuiyue—asked, his expression solemn. Even as they hurried along, he kept drinking water, but soon grew frustrated with the slow pace and tossed the straw aside to gulp it down.

The girl—Xianglin—was physically frail, but after a brief rest, she managed to recover some strength. She gently pushed Shuiyue away and started jogging on her own, inhaling deeply several times before finally replying, "Stronger than anyone we've ever faced!"

Shuiyue was still drinking, but her words sent a chill down his spine. He straightened up instantly.

Cai Qi realized that, though she claimed she dared not risk it and didn’t want to get involved, she was already entangled—at the very least, her heart had been moved.

Wherever Sheng Xia and Ares went, Nan Feng would soon be seen purchasing the surrounding shops—florists, supermarkets, cinemas—every place she might possibly return to.

The way she looked at Liu Yuan was as if she saw her own son, but when it came to Qin Hao, her attitude was more like that toward a class enemy.

He recalled the old days, moments of youth: not drinking together, not fighting side by side—weren’t you brothers then? If you didn’t frequent the bars together, could you even call yourselves brothers?

She had thought the rest of their plan would proceed smoothly, but she hadn’t expected that this man would completely disregard their arrangements.

The serpent’s body suffered a violent blow, blood spurting out in torrents. The King Python lashed out in pain, yet Lü Bu’s form turned into a fleeting shadow, vanishing without a trace.

Han Xiaowu didn’t return home until after nine in the evening. He removed his disposable protective suit, disinfected it, and hung it outside the door—he would need it again tomorrow.

Soon after, under the leadership of several officers, Wei Yan and the others escorted the convoy toward the central encampment—Zhang Yun’s tent.

In the grand hall, Cao Cao sat in the seat of honor, his expression somber. On either side stood Xiahoudun, Xiahouyuan, Zhang Liao, Zhang He, and such trusted ministers as Xun You, Liu Ye, and Cheng Yu, who had accompanied him on this campaign.

Zhang Liang had been left behind in Baimen Village to guard the prisoners—especially the dark mage, Mona. If Zhang Liang had left with the army, there would be truly no one left in the village capable of restraining her.

Han Fulong knew he wasn’t being deceived; his own bloodline had already sensed the signs of degeneration. For these demigod spirits, evolving to this stage had been no easy feat. The moment that technique was unleashed, Han Fulong understood his defeat, though it was not exactly a victory for his opponent either.

This, it seemed, would not be too difficult. As long as the stabilizer fixed to Xiang Xiangna’s back was adjusted so it didn’t trigger the bomb’s secondary catalyst, it could be safely removed.

“What are we to do now?” Sun Xiao furrowed his brow, and even Old Qian, who was usually slow on the uptake, found himself frowning deeply.

“Burning some paper money, that’s all; it doesn’t really have anything to do with kindness,” Mu Yi replied calmly.

The sound of hoofbeats was nearly upon them. Those who realized what was happening called out to halt the horse, but no one dared step forward to help. After all, they were just ordinary people; none could withstand the trampling hooves, and to intervene might even earn them the enmity of both sides—hardly worth the risk.

Because he was now the focus of public attention, many reporters had come to the hospital, hoping to obtain the latest updates on Hu Mang’s treatment.

For a moment, he was at a loss for words. Thirty percent charge in a single minute? How was that possible? Wouldn’t the phone overheat or break down?

Not the slightest trace of panic appeared on Mu Yi’s face. His terrifying will radiated outward, enveloping him in its glow.

He realized that the confidence Chen Lin exuded was genuine, not mere bravado. Besides, pretending to be more than he was would do Chen Lin no good at all.

Recalling all the achievements and feats Chen Lin had accomplished in recent times, Yuan Shu found himself willing to trust him, at least this once.

The Chinese team was growing anxious, but at this point, they couldn’t afford to commit a foul intentionally. With more than two minutes remaining, fouling now would only backfire.

Soon enough, the carriage halted. Young Master Hua opened his eyes and said, “Let’s get out.” He was the first to step down, followed by Wu Zheng.