Chapter 41: Coincidental Timing

"Fine, I will take them there now."

Exiting the office building and looking at the three people under the nearby tree, Mo Qianxun sighed. "They are being so restless already; who knows what kind of trouble they will cause once their physical conditions are improved?"

"Qianxun, have you reached an agreement?" Seeing Mo Qianxun approach, Chen Min propped herself up to sit.

"Yes, it’s settled. How are you three recovering? Can you walk? Uncle Zhao wants us to head over to the research institute."

The Weakened Knight King gave me a sinister smile and said in a ghastly tone, "Humble human, accept the baptism of death. Overbearing Slash!" This strike was so powerful that the heavens lost their light and the sun and moon grew dim. I knew my own limits; even if I were merely touched by a speck of dust from that blade, I would be reduced to nothingness.

She immediately dialed the number again, determined to get to the bottom of this, but to her surprise, no one answered. She tried several more times to no avail. Her brows furrowed, but unable to come up with any answers, she stopped overthinking it and decided to drive over there to see for herself.

The purple liquid was highly corrosive; it hissed as it hit the ground. Yet, strangely, the venom failed to melt a hole through the floor.

"How do we become stronger? When will we have actual combat power?" Gao Chong paused here, allowing everyone a moment to ponder.

Looking closely, I realized the shadow was the severely wounded Armored Cavalryman. I cursed my carelessness; I had nearly forgotten about a Gold-tier boss. If I had been hit, I wouldn't have been able to handle it.

"No, you don't understand, Sun Guai has other resources. That so-called engineering company—damn it, it’s full of idiot thugs, plus..." Liu Hao was extremely irritated by Zhu Lei’s nonchalant attitude, his speech becoming somewhat incoherent.

The blue dragon glanced at me with utter disdain before charging straight at me. I was slightly startled, sidestepped to dodge the dragon’s attack, and swung my blade in one fluid motion.

The various Immortal Monarchs of the Immortal Realm exchanged rapid telepathic messages. Then, Kong Hanchu, a veteran Immortal Monarch from the Kong family, spoke up.

He pointed at Klar. I cursed silently: *Idiot. Can they even understand you? What’s the point of acting so cool?* The members of the Heguo Kingdom’s Fast Mercenary Group looked at one another, clearly bewildered.

"...When did Ling Qi... become this powerful!?" Swat stared at the First-Generation Progenitor who had been blasted away by Sun Yan’s punch, his face filled with shock.

"Calamity? My dear brother, what kind of calamity could I possibly encounter in Jizhou? Will my life be in danger?" Dong Zhuo asked anxiously.

The tone was calm, but it stirred waves in the listener's heart! In the end, this child had still chosen this path. Must our Xu family produce such a monster every few generations?

Lu Xia naturally knew nothing of the dangers and unknown fate awaiting her on the trip to the Southwest. She only knew that her third uncle would be away for a long time, giving her the perfect opportunity to run away from home. Or rather, she finally had the time to go home and visit her relatives.

"Even if you manage to kill me now and absorb my energy to become stronger, are you truly certain you can eliminate the rest of them?" The First-Generation Progenitor looked at the Second-Generation Progenitor, who was lost in thought, with a ferocious expression.

Duke Joseph took out a medallion, inserted it into the mechanism on the wall, and pressed his hand against a crystalline jade wall. After a moment, the light from the jade turned a soft, pale yellow, and the two warriors dissolved into plumes of green smoke, vanishing into thin air.

However, an unremarkable old man in grey robes suddenly appeared before the mysterious figure, blocking his path.

Sun Yan remained calm, sitting upright in his chair without the slightest movement. For no other reason than that he felt killing intent in the commander’s eyes, as if he were being warned to behave himself.