Chapter 81: You Yue Falls Ill

The four of them fell silent in an instant, exchanging uneasy glances, their eyes asking whether they should go investigate. Fu Xingwen shook his head, advising against it, but the weak cry for help—a woman's voice—made the others feel a pang of compassion.

Tu Jingshao and Long Baiqing walked over, while Qing Ci remained fixated on the spot where You Xin had vanished, standing there in a daze, like a statue. Now she realized she was nothing but a fool—an utter and complete fool. She was nothing like Song Xuefei and the others.

A clear, melodious chant rang out again and again, as countless razor-sharp gusts conjured by Wu Zhen quickly coiled around the massive black-and-white cauldron. He watched Zhong Nande with a sinister grin, and the injured Zhong Nande shuddered inwardly.

"Her attitude toward me is improving day by day," Bai Jing declared, punching the air with excitement. In his mind, he could already see himself entwined with Qiu Zi by the bedside.

As they began to fight, the others quickly found their respective opponents. The onlooking cultivators of the Immortal World retreated once more, nearly withdrawing from the western territories altogether. The onslaught between these two sides seemed as if it might tear the heavens asunder.

Meanwhile, her three closest friends simultaneously recorded everything, capturing the moment from multiple angles, terrified of missing a single detail.

"She has a different kind of respect for life," Han Zhao explained, a trait that had caught his attention. He didn't necessarily agree with her soft-heartedness, but Wang Jingjing possessed a reverence for life that was unlike anything found in the Immortal World—a deep awe for existence itself.

Outdated information, inaccurate information—these two charges weighed on Teacher Ye Lengxue like twin mountains, pressing down so hard that she could barely breathe.

Yet, the way she walked over was like gliding down a runway, leaving a fragrant breeze wherever she passed.

Even if Broly were to appear once more, Vegeta would no longer retreat; he was now absolutely confident he could defeat Broly.

After listening to the music for three or four days in a row, the initial excitement had faded.

But the Citadel of the Holy Sanctuary was organized and overseen by the Church, with secular forces only playing a supporting role. The primary defense came from the devout and steadfast Crusaders and Paladins—how could spies possibly be planted there on a large scale?

"Still, instead of running back and forth like this, wouldn't it be more convenient to just use your phones?" Oreki blurted out, speaking rapidly.

As Jacob charged forward, Liu Wanyong quickly ducked, the short club whistling just above his head. He then angled his body slightly to the left, and with his right fist—already full of force—he landed a heavy blow on Jacob’s abdomen with a solid thud.

The Namu family's crescent lock was especially outstanding—its surface was smooth and flawless, its thickness substantial. When turned, it moved with agility and ease, making no sound at all; its resilience was remarkable. In any case, it was far superior to the crescent lock Oreki had at home.

"I'm afraid that's not possible," Cicero said. "We don't have time to try every option, and I worry that the statue’s rotation is limited. Too many attempts could spell trouble."

When Liu Wanyong and the others saw Prince Ke die, they were furious. They backed away from the giant python, then turned and opened fire wildly, aiming specifically at the wounds below its head where the scales had been stripped away. Unprotected by scales, the wounds grew steadily larger under the hail of bullets.

Seeing this, Liu Wanyong and the others scattered, firing toward any source of light. But anyone who accompanied the disciples of Shura was hardly ordinary; after dodging the gunfire, they immediately switched off their lights.

Director Xiao nodded, no longer insisting. He could see that Chu Qiao was truly skilled, but he hadn't expected her to be so disciplined.