Volume 1, Chapter 67: Eight Gates - Gate of Death

"[Oblivion·Finality]..."

"If you ask me, we should just charge straight into the Salandika family, fight to the death, and let them witness our true power!" Yellow Dragon shouted at the top of his lungs from the side.

Without a moment of hesitation, Li Qingfeng directly channeled the golden flame within his dantian, manifesting it upon his index and middle fingers. With a forceful throw forward, it cleaved through the air and scorched the void, carrying a terrifying high heat as it viciously lunged toward Ming Xie.

Passersby outside the bar cast their gazes toward Liu Jiaojiao, their eyes filled with utter amazement and burning desire. One young man even stepped forward to strike up a conversation, but was sent packing immediately by a single sharp word of dismissal from her.

Before long, the mess-hall soldiers brought hot soup and meals up to the city wall, distributing them among the soldiers.

"Thud!" Zhong Limei's sharp arrow instantly pierced through Dongfang Yumei, and a generation's beauty thus fell.

This Thunder Mountain was immensely vast, piercing straight into the firmament and overshadowing the entire heaven and earth. Li Qingfeng could clearly sense the oppressive aura emanating from Thunder Mountain.

"You've been gone for so long; what on earth have you been doing?" Troval's voice was low, carrying a tone of reproach.

Although a lingering stench remained, the Life-Reaping Judge knew that continuing the pursuit in this manner would inevitably cause him to lose his bearings here.

"Princess Tulu? Could it be that Tulu who back then was infatuated with Tong'er and was humiliated to death by him?" Shan Bingbing suddenly gasped in surprise. Speaking of Tulu, she truly felt a deep sense of guilt toward Princess Tulu.

In a place like the Bipolar Continent where strength is worshipped, people naturally yearn to visit the birthplace of the supreme powerhouse to catch a glimpse of what it looks like, thereby sparking greater enthusiasm for cultivation in that region—the subsequent prosperity all came bundled with that.

It was as if he had arrived in a forest filled with the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers. Here, there was no slaughter, no hatred, only peace and tranquility. Here, it seemed as though...

She swept her gaze across the guests attending the wedding. The grand banquet hall was packed to capacity, yet every single person looked at her with undisguised mockery.

Everyone was buzzing with discussion, feeling that the turn of events was rather bizarre and guessing that Tang Yue must have offended someone powerful to have encountered such a life-or-death crisis.

Meeting such a humorous, gentlemanly man with an impressive background made her feel that her good days might finally be arriving.

Under such circumstances, the fact that Jian Huan had grown up the way she did—only occasionally acting a bit wild and mischievous—meant she had turned out remarkably well without going astray.

"Young Master Gong, you shouldn't be too anxious. Although we are currently at a dead end, at least we still have Lin Shuxin. Sooner or later, she will talk," Ning Gu continued.

Whether this sentence was meant for himself or for Jiang Qiao'er, Gong Yuchen's voice was gentle yet firm. His deep, dark gaze reached far into Jiang Qiao'er's bewildered eyes, seemingly offering her guidance.

However, sitting behind the surveillance monitors, Gong Yuchen did not miss the flash of slyness hidden deep within her eyes.

Gradually, the two figures slowly merged into one. Yang Fei smiled as brightly as a blossom, waving toward him.

Yin Xi was startled, her nose stinging slightly. Whether from dryness or the biting wind, her eye sockets felt damp and somewhat uncomfortable.

Sometimes, upon hearing her persistently inquire about the value of the diamond ring—though it wasn't strictly appropriate to disclose such matters here—he still needed to brief him about it. At those moments, he would simply straighten his nose bridge and finger, then signal them to take it apart while indicating his silence on the matter.

He would much rather spend the money to buy himself some peace and quiet. Having the scenery of an entire floor belong exclusively to him—how wonderful that would be.