Chapter 41: This Guide Is Ours

Yu Xia gazed at the floating holographic projection before her, which displayed nothing but a constantly undulating serpentine pattern.

She looked up at Renault, whose cold, blood-red slit pupils were fixed unblinkingly upon her, making her feel immense pressure.

She swallowed hard. "Wh... what should I say?"

Having vomited twice just moments ago, her voice was soft and raspy, sounding like a frightened little beast.

The terminal fell silent once more.

It really was convenient; whenever anything was needed, one could simply retrieve it from this device.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Consort Qing regained her delicate and frail tone, her pregnant frame becoming as pliant and boneless as she pressed herself against Tang Qingyi’s chest.

The students whispered among themselves, racking their brains, determined to snatch back the hard-to-find weekly manga magazine from their homeroom teacher.

The novel form of entertainment fostered emotional connections and real-world resonance among the audience, sparking a heated discussion on family education and parental care.

"Low-key Zhang Yang" did not want to be this conspicuous, but the situation forced his hand. If not for the Money Organization pressing him step by step, Zhang Yang could have waited, holding off on upgrading his tribe until the majority of his members reached level 30. By then, his tribe likely wouldn't have stood out so much.

"You had better dispose of it yourself after you’ve collected it, and yummy, don't let anyone else find out. It will be very troublesome if the media or the police get wind of it," I warned.

The rotation of the Kaiten triggered a whirlwind, with chakra releasing from her center to form a visible barrier—this was the prototype of the Kaiten. Visually, it was already very close to the final form, yet the result remained the same: Hanabi was sent flying.

From a distance, Wolong saw that the enemy army had been reduced by more than half and realized that Zhang Yang’s plan had succeeded.

"Rest assured, they are aware of your situation." Suddenly, an abrupt voice echoed in my mind.

Even the Jonin present here had almost no room to resist. If not for the fact that Rakshasa found them useful and intentionally spared them, they would have long since been finished off.

Or perhaps, Ajyanpuka’s confidants were so dazzled by the multiple halos of "Disciple of the Dharma King Miti," "Highest Martial Arts of the Magadha Temple," and "Descendant of the Xiliang Imperial Family" that they assumed his eyes were the result of secret techniques. The smartest among them merely suspected that his mother was a songstress from the Western Regions.

At that same moment, a red sedan drove into the technology park where the words "Tianhu Technology Company" were prominently displayed. It pulled to a stop at the entrance of the building. When a security guard came over to open the door and saw the driver stained in blood, he froze for a moment, his hand instinctively reaching for the walkie-talkie on his chest.

"Don't always frown; you're making yourself look like an old woman," Yun Yuhong’s voice rang out.

Without the supreme techniques inherited from the Spirit Clan, Gu Lingzhi, who had only recently entered the Royal Academy, would naturally have been no match for Mu Niansi had she accepted the challenge—just as she had previously stated. Once on the martial arts stage, given the way Mu Niansi looked at her, she definitely wouldn't have let her off easily.

Although he said so, the surrounding wizards dared not believe him. Several of them immediately cast spells to detect curses and witchcraft, and only after finding nothing did they finally relax.

Below, amidst the clashing of spears and swords, Kane gripped his pistol, quietly taking aim at the figure wielding a sword as they fought their way out of the crowd.

What happened to the "Master of Demon Suppression" Zhong Kui, who was supposed to refer to himself as "this deity" in every sentence and never speak properly without being cold and pretentious?

The citizens of the Star Alliance, who initially only felt the scene was bloody and bizarre, gradually shifted from shock to fury upon seeing the countless human remains of interstellar citizens displayed in the canisters inside the starship.

A gang of lackeys drove away the students who were blocking the school gate to watch the commotion, domineeringly carving out a path to respectfully usher out Enan Hardlow, who followed behind.