?Reading on mobile phone Many people heard a tremendous roar in the sky and thought it was thunder. They found it strange—after all, it was winter, so why was there thunder? Moreover, they only heard the thunder but didn’t see any lightning. This phenomenon didn’t draw much attention, and even after several weather enthusiasts analyzed it thoroughly, they couldn’t figure out the reason. They didn’t know that the thunder sound was actually caused by the explosion of bombs. The rooftop was in disarray, with Qin Feng and Chris engaged in fierce combat. Qin Feng had blood on his lips, and Chris was covered in wounds all over his body. On the surface, it seemed Qin Feng had the upper hand, but in reality, Chris was like an unyielding, resilient creature—though injured in multiple places, he remained full of energy and determination. Qin Feng’s spiritual energy was rapidly depleting, and when it finally ran out, he would only be able to retreat. Indeed, why not make use of the small tripod’s ability to shelter people? A flash of inspiration struck him instantly, and he decided to no longer retreat—he would now face his opponent head-on. Regardless of height or strength, he was no match for Chris, who soon forced him step by step backward. As秦烽 retreated to the edge of the building, Chris chuckled and increased the pace of his attacks. "Chinaman, it's time for you to die," he shouted, powerfully driving his legs into the ground and hurling himself at Qin Feng with his full force. He was certain this collision would send Qin Feng crashing off the building. The rooftop stood nearly 200 meters above the ground—anyone falling from that height would surely be killed. Just as Chris's body was about to make contact with Qin Feng, Qin Feng suddenly vanished into thin air. By then, Chris had lost his balance and could only stare ahead, continuing to charge forward until he burst through the building's structure. Yet, he suddenly extended one arm and caught the edge of the building with his hand, pulling himself back sharply and crashing hard into the glass curtain wall, shattering several panes of glass. Qin Feng stepped onto his head with a flying sword, his voice cold. "Good reflexes—though I'm still not sure if you can withstand my thousand-pound weight!" With that, he rode the sword forward, aiming directly at Chris's hand. Thud— the large hand took a heavy blow and instantly lost sensation. Qin Feng's second strike landed on Chris's head, causing the massive body to begin falling, emitting a series of desperate cries. As he fell, his transformation gradually faded. By the time he reached about thirty to forty meters above the ground, he had reverted to his slender, original form. Thud—he crashed into a car parked by the roadside. The roof was severely dented, the windows shattered, and all four wheels burst. Alarms sounded from nearby vehicles, and people nearby were startled. A few brave ones approached to inspect the scene, concluding that the faller had already been dead. Qin Feng stood at the edge of the tower, glanced down, and smiled. "No matter what, mutant humanoid creatures are still physically strong but mentally simple. Dealing with such straightforward, unthinking ones is truly effortless!" With a flick of his figure, he took off on his flying sword, leaving the mess below to the police officers. Upon returning to the Su family manor, Su Dan immediately came rushing over, embracing his waist and asking with concern, "Husband, are you all right? You've been so long—by the time I saw you, I was already worried!" Before stepping through the window, he had changed into a clean set of clothes, wiped away the blood from his lips, just so as not to worry the Su family trio. "I'm fine," he said with a smile. "I just had a little fight and came out a bit sweaty. I'd like to take a shower first!" "That sounds great. I'll go prepare hot water for you, so you can relax and soak up." Su Dan turned to head upstairs. Qin Da, with a grin, wrapped his arms tightly around her slender waist and said, "How about we take a shower together? You'll have to wipe my back for me, and besides bathing, we can do some more meaningful things, hehe!" "Ugh, another daytime session of intimacy—how am I supposed to face my parents? They're right here!" Su Xiaoniu protested, blushing. "That's precisely what shows our love and closeness—my parents will surely understand, hehe." He didn't care much about that, simply lifted the beautiful woman across his shoulders and carried her straight up to the second floor. A few minutes later, the bathroom echoed with shy, embarrassed cries. The large bathtub swayed gently with the ripple of water, two naked figures engaged in some rather primal activities. Their eagerness to be more intimate stemmed from the fact that during the earlier fight with Chris, Qin Feng had been struck once on his chest and once on his abdomen—both locations suffered serious damage to the meridians, with several of them now partially blocked. The dual healing practice would greatly aid in restoring these injured meridians. So he eagerly stripped Su Wu bare and carried her into the bathtub. To enhance the therapeutic effects, he activated a "storage hub" adjacent to a specific meridian, absorbing the energy drawn from the Jade Seal. During this process, Su Wu greatly benefited, advancing directly from a novice just entering the cultivation world, skipping both the upper-tier and peak levels of the strong-bodied stage, to become a skilled practitioner of the bone-refining stage. Under his persistent efforts, Miss Su repeatedly reached the pinnacle of bliss, each time experiencing a deeper and more intense sense of joy. At dinner, Su Wu's face bore the lingering traces of her joyful expression, and with a lazy grace, she picked up a piece of whip flower with her chopsticks and placed it on Qin Feng's plate. "Eat too, don't just keep passing me dishes, huh," Qin said, enjoying his meal. "You eat more, I'm not hungry at all," Su Wu replied—implying that she had already been fed generously and didn't feel like eating anything else. Su Kui wanted to urge them to be more restrained, though you all were young, frequent sexual activity could be very detrimental to one's health. Just as he was about to speak, the elderly house steward hurried in and whispered a few words to him. Unless it were something particularly important, the steward would never interrupt the master during dinner. Su Kui's expression tightened. "I understand," he said. "You may go now. Let our people continue monitoring them—make sure no one escapes!" "Understood," the steward bowed slightly and then left the dining room. Only then did Su Kui speak again. "Xiao Feng, we've located the Blood Saint—he's hidden in a tree house along the eastern slope of the Alps. The information is confirmed!" "That's excellent," said Xiao Feng, setting down his chopsticks and preparing to depart. "I'll deal with him right away. If he's alive, we won't have a good day ahead." Su Fu quickly added, "But first, make sure you eat your meal. Don't let him live just a few more minutes!" "You can eat at any time. If people leave just because of these few minutes, it'll be hard to find them again." He wiped his mouth and said, "The sooner, the better. I'm off now. You all continue eating!"