Chapter 66: Welcome to the Horror World (35)

The man nodded, gazing at the sword. The soft blade suddenly stopped being soft; it grew even softer, yet more sinister.

"Tian'er, you are too impulsive. While some things are understood in your heart, they must not be spoken aloud. It is fine to mention them here with your master, but you must never utter them before others," said Feng Yuan.

When those hollow eyes stared at someone, it was as if they could tear apart every single secret hidden in that person's belly, leaving not a single trace unknown. Before him, all secrets were worth less than dirt, utterly meaningless. Everything appeared simple and laughable.

One side was filled with billowing mist, while the other was whipped by howling winds. Although Wang Ning's martial arts level surpassed Xie Di's, Xie Di relied on the higher realm of the Wind Intent to effortlessly neutralize his opponent's technique.

"Just speak your mind, Ye Xian. To be honest, I haven't quite figured it out either," A Mu said as she sat opposite him, organizing the documents.

At this moment, Lin Han clenched his fists tightly. His face remained calm, but deep within his heart, a rich blend of bitter amusement and unexpected shock intertwined.

"Yes." The middle-aged man walked over gently, poured a cup of wine for A Guo as well, and stood by with a flattering smile.

The spiritual art he had been practicing was the Autumn Water Spiritual Art, but having advanced to the Sea-Opening Realm within the mystic realm, he was now in a position to transition to a new spiritual art.

If even the Spirit Medicine Valley, which dominated the Yuanyang region purely through its mastery of alchemy, possessed such an unspoken and terrifying foundation, then what more could be said of the Primordial Spirit Dao Sect, which nominally stood as the foremost among the ten great powers of Yuanyang?

"Haha, then you'll definitely have to spell your name backwards! From now on, I'll make sure to properly call you Gan Mo, of the Gan Mo family!" Qin Tai laughed heartily.

On this day, one of the supervisors under the Northern Patrol Envoy, an old Daoist priest at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, was pacing back and forth anxiously inside a small, quiet chamber.

Cheng Pansheng uttered only four words, and then unleashed his supreme imposing aura. For the sake of Kong Qing, it was worth risking everything in a desperate struggle. It was true that his spiritual power fell short of Ge Zhuoyue's, and perhaps his supreme aura could hardly inflict the slightest harm upon him. However, the others inside the towering pavilion could not bear it, nor could those aged figures in the Council of Elders whose spiritual power was deficient.

Healan sighed inwardly. Logic was logic, but they were all the surviving disciples from times of hardship, fiercely loyal to the sect and having always worked with utmost diligence.

The enemies swarmed in through the East Gate, yet they could not escape the fate of being drenched to the bone. The aggressive armored vanguard suffered a severe blow right at the start, turning their heavy armor into a burdensome hindrance. Although the naval forces were not skilled in land combat, they excelled at climbing and archery. Compared to the Wu family's armored troops, they used their own strengths to exploit the enemy's weaknesses, holding their ground admirably in urban street fighting.

This was simply too terrifying; even a powerhouse of Han Ye's caliber was startled.

Boom! High in the air, Xiao Yifei collided with the dense torrent of blade Qi in the blink of an eye. With a deafening explosion, all the purple mist lingering across the arena was sucked into the vortex generated by the blade Qi. Centered on Xiao Yifei and the blade Qi, a terrifying tornado formed in the sky above the martial arena.

He wore thick glasses, sported a ridiculous mushroom haircut, had thick lips, and a face full of freckles. One could roughly deduce what kind of person he was at a single glance.

The patients treated by the Nine Mysteries Immortal swept away their past gloom, laughing cheerfully as they finished their medicine. Carrying large packages of herbs, they happily moved into the residential area of Jishi City—a new dwelling specially constructed for them by City Lord Liu Qingqing, perfectly suited for their recuperation.

"Enough, spare me the nonsense. I couldn't care less about the family's business operations; there are dedicated people in charge of that. My purpose in coming to Jiangzhou this time is a private matter. Arrange for a top-tier driver to take us to handle some affairs," the young man said casually, waving a hand dismissively.

While it was true that the Dark-Blood Demonic Wolves were bloodthirsty and cruel, they possessed their own dignity and pride. They were united and would rather die in battle than flee or submit. In this regard, the Dark-Blood Demonic Wolves were worthy of respect, a trait that many humans failed to match.

They could not even secure a decent territory, which showed that the Ant Clan's status within the core must be quite low.

"Very well, Beidou. Now that you have obtained all the inheritances of the Xuanyuan family, you who have fused the two Xuanyuan forces will never be defeated by anyone. Do not lose your way here any longer; you have much more important matters to attend to," the Yellow Emperor said earnestly.

This was the only viable method. The three fork roads were simply too close to one another, making it impossible to determine the exact source of the sound. To gamble on one's life required a certain skill, and gambling this way at least provided a chance of survival.

"Mao Hai, if necessary, you may resort to special measures. We have already attracted attention now; we can no longer afford to wait," Chen Nusong said in a deep voice.

Looking at the unconsciously coiled blue soul-body of the Demonic Emperor before him, Xiao Qiuyu asked with a puzzled expression.

Just as the two of them were conversing, a series of faint fighting sounds began to drift from ahead, intermittently accompanied by flashes of lightning, thunder, blazing fire, and howling winds. It appeared they were in the midst of a fierce battle.

At first, Koyama Seiji had hesitated. Later, after Nishiwaki's persuasion, he slowly agreed.

"Alright, I'll go in and take a look first. Don't make any rash moves for now!" Liao Bing'er said, preparing to step inside.

However, because this Mountain Deity Bodhisattva had never shown any divine efficacy to the local people, over time, the high-ranking officials and nobles grew unwilling to lower their status to come here and throw away money in vain.

"Calculating the time, it is almost time. So now, let's launch a full-scale offensive. Strive to completely conquer the Lizard Divine Kingdom within a month," Chi Nan thought to himself, and the command was already issued.

A radiant smile finally bloomed on Xue'er's face. Turning back to look at Boss Yu, her eyes were filled with joy and excitement.

Just as Ivan fell silent, Yuan Kong's voice came from beside him once again. When Ivan snapped back to his senses, he discovered that his master had already vanished from his side.