Chapter 173: Exposing the Space

Stop looking back. If they were capable of catching up, they would have done so long ago. Lin Buwan halted in her steps, a trace of impatience coloring her tone.

She was already infuriated by Wei Qu’s failure to show up, and Xu Yu’s constant dragging of feet only served to heighten her irritation.

"Pardon me, I am Jiang Tian. When do you plan to let me go, Miss?" Jiang Tian asked unhurriedly, turning the question back on her.

"Greetings! I am Yuan Bupo, Young Patriarch of the Saint Body God Clan!" The robust young man cupped his fists together and offered a courteous reminder.

Mid-concert, Lin Weiwei was momentarily stunned as this sudden surge of energy fused into her body. Could this be the merit power spoken of by Patriarch Yang Mei?

"Of course, otherwise how could I possibly perform a craniotomy on a patient?" Lin Weiwei replied.

However, should some unlucky perpetrator foolishly cross my path, I would be more than happy to lend a hand, torturing both their flesh and spirit along the way. That itself hardly makes for a bad form of entertainment.

Aside from the communicator, there was also the levitation device inside the alien's bag. This device remained equally inscrutable; while its primary function was known, the technical principles governing how that function was achieved were entirely a mystery.

"Who goes there?" Liu Tong barked, his left hand flashing as he whipped a long saber from his back, while his right hand swept across his waist, hurling a volley of hidden projectiles with a sharp whistle.

The surgery appeared to have lasted for several days, yet the patient had somehow miraculously survived. Lu Xuan surmised this must be related to the drugs previously administered to the subject.

After a moment of contemplation, Xiao Yang’s eyes narrowed slightly. Then, amidst Mu Chao’s horrified gaze, he tossed the phoenix-tail grass directly into the alchemy cauldron.

"Though you are a Ninth-Source Spirit Master, commanding seven spirit beasts simultaneously should already be your absolute limit. Were you not a Grade Six Alchemist, your spiritual power would have been violently torn apart," Wen Tianhuang analyzed with a hint of visible emotion.

Even the status of an equal-ranking wife would be entirely unfair to Xu Yan. No one in her position could ever bring themselves to accept such an arrangement.

The mere thought of Ju Nan sent a momentary chill through Sang Qing, causing her to involuntarily step back, for his present appearance bore an uncanny resemblance to the time he had brutally finished off Ju Nan.

Yet on the frontline battlefield, aside from himself and Master Zhenmiao, no one caught sight of Wuyu, nor were they even aware of his existence.

Two Black Hawk helicopters appeared above Wuyu's camp, flanked by over a dozen attack drones.

Regaining his composure shortly after, Du Feng secretly observed Qin Huoxin, wondering if this was some sort of test. After all, Du Yuanshan had previously returned to City W to live in carefree luxury—what territory of Du Yuanshan's was he supposed to be taking over?

An Jiaye was busy working inside the house, tending to the newly threshed rice and turning it over to air out the dampness. Upon hearing his mother's words, his heart skipped a beat. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, An Xia was preparing to make brown-sugar pig ear pastries. Hearing her maternal grandmother's words, she hurried out to stop An Jiaye.

Interrupted in his contemplation, the middle-aged man—whose shoulders sloped unevenly, one higher than the other—raised his head, revealing a visage that would undoubtedly shock countless people. Li Siqi—yes, the person playing chess with Brother Fei was none other than Li Siqi, who was rumored to have long since passed away.

Having fallen behind in the laning phase, the rest went without saying. In terms of grasping the game's tempo, SSR clearly outclassed the Snake team by a wide margin.

"Alright, he is still the Prince Consort after all. Do you really wish to see the Princess live out her days in loneliness?" A-Qin pulled A-Hua toward the door.

An Xia looked at her simple and honest senior brother, her eyes flashing with resolute determination. He had cast several guilty glances her way—heaven knows what kind of elaborate scenarios her senior brother had concocted in his mind.

The gold coins here were divided into four grades: ordinary, high-grade, fine, and supreme. What rested in Anran's palm was none other than a supreme-grade coin.

Ding Xiu grinned. Hearing Wang Qingtian paint such a terrifying picture, he began to feel rather uneasy in his seat.