Chapter Ninety-One: Into the Mountains

The director’s voice came back from outside the field: “Yes, you may choose to take one item of your own free will.”

Yan Feihang hesitated. If he chose money, he could carry at most one thousand.

Besides, this time none of the production crew would go into the mountains. They had opted to film with drones instead.

That was no different from cutting off all contact with them, leaving this group truly on their own, with no one to turn to for help from the program team. Of course, the crew would still issue each person a small mobile phone with a signal card.

This hand

Thus Xiong You let out a cold snort and said, “If you have taken a liking to this sword, then come and take it with your own skill.” His words were nothing less than a declaration of war.

Barol drew two rough breaths. For someone like him, unleashing such explosive speed in an attack placed a burden on the body, so he needed a few seconds of rest to ease the strain.

Xiong You yielded several times, yet no matter what he did he could not shake this old monk. He thought to himself that this man was by no means to be underestimated, and quickly employed the Seven Steps Pursuing the Stars. With a sudden turn, he slipped along the old monk’s body and passed him by, only to find that, like a maggot attached to bone, the old monk was somehow still at his side.

When Wei Renwu and the others heard Wang Ling’s scream, they immediately stopped and turned back. There, Wang Ling was holding the fallen Wang Zhaoyang and crying her heart out.

“Mm, I understand. Thank you.” After a long while, Wan Shitong finally recovered from what Li Hai had said. He looked into Li Hai’s eyes with unprecedented sincerity.

Yet at that moment the fox-man did not look much better than Li Hai. The dark red fur on his body had become a chaotic tangle, and on his right arm there was a bloody hole, still dripping.

The power at the threshold of law was simply too rare; nothing of the sort existed in the primordial chaos. Perhaps there had been such a thing in the ancient era of boundless origin, but by now it had long since vanished, transformed into the Three Thousand Demons and the vast chaos.

The police officer leading the group was not buying it. He said sternly, “Xiang Tianxiao is suspected of murder and is currently under police investigation. If you have nothing to do with this, leave immediately. Unauthorized persons are not allowed to remain here.” With that, he was about to drive Wei Renwu and the others back into the elevator.

“We have paid our respects to the sages.” All the cultivators atop Five-Zhang Plains spoke together, saluting the six sages.

A glint of cold light flashed in Ye Feng’s eyes. His body shifted, and he easily avoided the strike. In the next instant, he seized both forks, one in each hand, and with a sudden surge of strength in his arms, he sent the two tiger-headed men reeling to the ground.

Qiu Ziyun felt a surge of amusement. He had entered the martial world at sixteen and weathered countless battles; how could he possibly take such pain seriously? He knew the temperament of the one he loved: no matter how angry she became, she could not bear to see others suffer. So he had always been pretending like this.

“Shut up! A person with blocked meridians like you, what use would you have for a martial skill? Look at your younger brother—he is already a first-rank martial artist and needs a martial skill more than anyone!” Ye Tianxiao turned around and shouted at Ye Feng.

Severely wounded, Xing Fei was filled with terror. Looking at the light sword in the air, radiating a powerful surge of energy, he thought Nicole was going to unleash a desperate, all-out blow. Although the blood-shadow clone had just barely managed to block one light sword, Xing Fei knew full well that it absolutely did not have enough power left to withstand this attack as well.

Yan Jialin took in the situation outside and drew a sharp breath. How could this anti-Japanese force possibly resemble bandits? Every one of them was neatly dressed and brimming with spirit, looking even more regular than the Japanese army’s own troops.

So he looked up at Ying Yi and asked, “Great Divine Ying Yi, what is the origin of that mysterious stone coffin?” He recounted everything that had happened after the coffin appeared, then gazed at Ying Yi with urgent expectation.

Princess Linda fell into the mud, her eyes empty, while two tears slid down her cheeks.

I was faintly puzzled. Could it be that Shi Luoye had not given her pet house any supply potions? Was it possible that not every pet possessed the skill known as Survival Essentials?

Tang Pangzi, too, was a battle-hardened and cunning fellow. Seeing that things were going badly, he dropped flat onto the riverbank with a whoosh and, at the top of his lungs, shouted for his own men to return fire. As long as his side shot back, in the ensuing chaos there might still be a chance to escape.