21. Who Is the Child’s Father?

"They were the ones causing trouble. Who knows which rival sent them here to stir things up? They must compensate us for our shop's losses and our medical expenses!" the landlady argued defiantly.

Shen Xinyue did not dwell on it too much. Could she really hire a legendary special forces soldier just by randomly recruiting a bodyguard? Did she think she was in a television drama?

Furthermore, there were only a few thousand people, which wasn't a significant number, and it didn't spark any particular thoughts in others. Most players expressed disdain for those who couldn't endure such hardships.

Xu Zhi had carefully controlled his voice, striving to capture the essence of the "original singer" he held in his mind.

He had just returned to the old residence and, remembering that plant, went inside to check on it, only to find that nothing remained but withered branches.

The original soul of Xu Zhi had also played this game, so he was quite familiar with the heroes and their abilities within it.

Team Leader Li tilted his head. What had she just said? Gu Chenyu did not want Lu Nanshui to be involved; he had noticed earlier that among this group of people, Lu Nanshui had only left a few alive.

Outside, the rain had just stopped, as if the weather itself were making way for today's opening ceremony.

In his rage, Han Pin ignored Zhu Xiao's flaming fist entirely. He charged straight through the flames, his own fist slamming down toward Zhu Xiao once more.

Suddenly, a massive head emerged on the horizon. It was something akin to a bull's head, but it possessed three giant eyes arranged in a single row.

"How is that possible!?" Ding Xiu widened his eyes. There were no more than a hundred enforcers in Dawn City; how could so many have been injected with the serum?

With the experience from his previous forging attempts, Qu Bo felt calm. His Necrotic Gauntlet martial soul and the hundred-refined steel fused steadily within the scarlet flames. With a crisp sound, the weapon refinement was complete.

A scream pierced the air as Fang Tian writhed on the ground. Beside him lay a bloody right arm, still clutching a scimitar tightly.

"Everyone sit down. I will tell you everything you want to know, slowly," I said calmly to Tsunade and the others.

"Why are you all staring at me?" Qu Bo scanned the room, noticing that everyone eating had set down their chopsticks and was glaring at him with ill intent.

It turned out that Yelu Guang, seeing that Linhuo City was not easily breached, had already led his army toward another city—Liguang City. Liguang City was not far from Sacred Fire City; if they captured Liguang, they could strike directly at Sacred Fire City.

Suddenly, an arrow whistled through the air. The power behind it was immense, striking the werewolf leader and sending him flying over ten feet before he collapsed to the ground.

After slaying the Martial Emperor expert, Zhu Xiao shifted his stance and unleashed the Triple Shadow technique. Three versions of Zhu Xiao appeared in the air simultaneously, delivering a flying kick toward the seven-star fire-attribute Martial Emperor expert facing the Holy Spirit Fire-Controlling Wolf.

The intense chase against the Poison King and the Evil Spirit had left him far separated from the Dragon Eagle and the Mu Gu Old Ghost.

Seeing her expression, Qiaoyun felt her suspicions confirmed. She patted her shoulder comfortingly and continued to look up, focusing on Princess Lü'e's grand project of waking up Qiao Yuyan.

My brow furrowed. What did Old Lady Zhao mean by that? What did she mean by not bringing shame to the Zhao family?

Closing the distance, I lunged with my dagger, but it struck empty air. While dodging my attack, Xiao Ran kicked toward my ribs. I twisted my body to evade, but I couldn't keep up with the bastard's footwork and was struck, sent flying as my body spun through the air.

The moment they saw Chen Tian, their eyes might have been on him, but afterward, their gazes fell upon the cushion where Chen Tian sat cross-legged.

However, these were all just legends. Some claimed eating certain types of soil could grant immortality, but those who had spent half their lives searching never found it, let alone died trying. Whether searching for artifacts or tomb raiding, there was extreme danger involved—a danger that could claim their lives at any moment.

He had blamed Lisa wrongly, for she too had found the person through an intermediary, and the intermediary, unfortunately, had failed to specify the owner's age.

Huofeng's strength was truly terrifying. With a single strike, he had blasted away Bing Xuan, a prodigy who had once stood with him on the ninth level of the Dragon Gate. Qin Yu had stood no chance of resistance in his hands.

"Bang!" With a dull thud, Hong Yan's entire body slammed into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. I looked at the motionless Hong Yan lying there and realized that her vital energy was nearly exhausted; even if she didn't die immediately, she wouldn't last long.

Dong Ru was dressed warmly, so she wasn't cold, but she saw that Jiang Xueyao was wearing only a thin, tea-colored garment. The biting wind whipped against her, stinging her face, yet Jiang Xueyao leaned against the railing, motionless as a wooden puppet—seemingly listless, as if she had lost all sensation and didn't care at all.

"You men are all the same. Forget it, I won't lecture you. Go and plan properly how you'll marry your bride," Biyun said.

"Demon Vine Thrust!" The vine on Lu Xuan's hand struck out rapidly, piercing the body of a ferocious insect with the ease of a switchblade.

He could move it; Grom was confident in his strength. It was just a tree, nothing difficult. The key was to ensure the theft went unnoticed and to transport such a massive object away quietly—that was the real challenge.

"Such powerful firepower." This was the soldiers' assessment of the insect-beast equipment. Such a weapons configuration was equivalent to having thirty Apache attack helicopters providing cover; they opened with a barrage that exceeded the aliens' capacity to endure, leaving them with no chance of survival.

Gong Ping said, "I'll go first this time." He reached out and drew a card, and Wood followed suit. The dealer flipped their cards: another pair of Nine of Bamboo.

So, the "marriage" Lanlan spoke of was clearly a form of entrustment. By signing a contract with their princess, they addressed me as the "Spirit King," and from then on, they became the dependents of the Spirit Race.

Yang Lili was the field commander. Faced with this situation, she immediately ordered the troops to advance slowly. As for covering the fat man and the others—don't joke. The ammunition consumption rate of a Vulcan cannon was staggering; if they were left to play in front for ten minutes, they would have to pull back anyway.