Chapter 56: The Pressure Applied by Jiang Nian

"Wait," Pei Jiuru spoke up, stopping the Fifth Prince's attendants as they were about to drag Ding Ruojing away.

The crowd stopped chattering and looked at Pei Jiuru in bewilderment. Gu Lin voiced everyone's confusion, "Jiuru, is something still amiss?"

Many had just recovered from the scare, so Pei Jiuru did not spell it out. He merely replied, "Your Highness, I have a few more questions for her."

Tears streamed down Ding Ruojing's face as a spark of hope ignited in her heart. Could it be that Pei Jiuru wanted to save her? She thought—

Just as she wanted to recount how she had run into An Zihao at the mall that day, a second thought struck her: if she told the truth, it would drag Xiaoxiao into this. Mu Yichen had already given strict orders to everyone in the Mu family that, without his permission, no one was allowed to leak anything regarding Xiaoxiao.

It was truly, truly a feeling impossible to describe in words. Throughout her entire body, it felt as though every single cell was soaring. That wave of euphoria was as if she had instantly ascended to immortality... even more exquisite than the blissful sensation during a realm breakthrough.

How should he put it? All Yang Fan could see was a scene of utter ruin and devastation. Much of the sword graveyard had collapsed, the coffins were shattered into pieces, and as for the corpses, none were to be seen. However, Chu Fei had discovered quite a few fragments inside the sword graveyard—some were chunks of flesh from corpses, while others were remnants of shattered coffins.

The next moment, Yun Tianyang's eyes widened in fury, his entire body tensing up instantly like a drawn bow. If an enemy were to appear, he would strike without the slightest hesitation.

"Good, then let's refine a few more." With those words, Yang Fan looked around for a place to enter seclusion, though the medicinal garden didn't seem to have any particularly suitable spots.

"...Uh, I suppose not, otherwise biochemical ghosts would have long since appeared." Long San froze slightly, reaching up to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. Actually, what he really wanted to ask was: *You're so cold-blooded, not caring about the safety of your team members at all, are you really part of the same squad?*

"Alright! Handsome Jiang Chen! Just now, watching you juggle those dice cups like a street acrobat was seriously cool. Now it's time for you to look equally cool and guess the numbers under my dice cup!" Xu Yang pointed at his own dice cup and said.

As he spoke, Chen Ling pulled out his mobile phone like a mystic, staring at the screen which still showed only a dark display.

This action left everyone struck with terrified silence. The Anbu ninja didn't dare utter a word either. It wasn't until Caesar departed that he helped up his unconscious teammate and staggered away into the distance.

A visible surge of air pressure swept wildly toward all directions at an ultimate speed. Wherever the shockwave passed, every single martial artist was instantly shattered directly by the blast.

Having finished pondering these thoughts, Zhang Yang had slowly arrived at the fifth floor. Once he eliminated all ten knight puppets, he returned directly to the village and approached the Master Artisan.

The map Zhang Yang had purchased already contained a few marked coordinate points, but it was not detailed enough, nor was the coverage wide enough. Still, he could roughly distinguish where leveling dungeons were located and where rare quest monsters—such as those dropping owl feathers—might be found.

When you were useful, you were a treasure; but once you lost your utility value, you were practically worth less than dogshit.

Taking a deep breath, Hongmei repeatedly apologized to Yu Shiyi and Fu Duoduo inside the room, while tugging Chunfu along as she hurriedly retreated outside.

Leng Ninghan kept guessing, trying to glean something from that delicate face as a myriad of complex emotions flashed through his heart.

Perhaps behind the "mysterious confidence" of the Qianlong various-glazes vase lies precisely the kind of spirit our contemporary people currently lack the most?

"Old Feng, hurry over to the traffic police command center and pull yesterday's surveillance footage. Focus on searching for the license plate starting with Zhe XXXXX!" Zhou Cheng didn't even have time to return to the precinct, directly issuing instructions to his subordinate over the phone.

Now, by utilizing silver needles in conjunction with his own Heavenly Dragon Technique, he could forcibly shatter that tumor directly. However, the dangers involved in doing this were also immense.