Chapter 43: Bird in a Cage

In that instant, Fu Shuhua’s face drained of all color, turning as pale as a sheet of white paper, while beads of sweat the size of peas continuously rolled down his forehead. He clenched his teeth tightly, his brow furrowed deeply, and an expression of intense agony spread across his face.
Terrified, my legs went weak; if not for the large tree supporting me from behind, I probably would have collapsed straight to the ground.
"Fu Shuhua! What is wrong with you?!" My voice trembled violently...
However, right at this moment, the Dragon Scale Treasure Box in Qin Tian's arms finally showed some reaction, beginning to vibrate intensely.
By the time Shen Xiaobai woke up, it was already late afternoon, and the group set off toward the airport.
Qin Tian knew very well in his heart that even if he were to describe the symptoms and physical condition of Chu Nantian's attendant next, the other party would still remain suspicious.
"Poisoning myself—such a thing, for as long as I have lived, is a first." Qiyuan pulled the mask off his face.
Under normal circumstances, she was not fond of dropping her father's name, but today she was afraid the other party might not realize she also possessed a powerful background and influence, and she dreaded being looked down upon.
Fei Bin was arrogant and dismissive, naturally paying Lin Pingzhi no mind. Moreover, wishing to avoid offending the local tyrant Wang family, he used only thirty percent of his internal energy at the start, and only fifty percent when he finally attempted to knock Lin Pingzhi off the stage. Lin Pingzhi, however, fought with all his might—how could Fei Bin possibly withstand that?
No wonder the Sect Master was so easy to talk to today, and Xu Yile was uncharacteristically generous and accommodating as well; it turned out everyone had other plans in mind all along. This so-called match to determine the allegiance of the Li Imperial Realm was, in truth, nothing at all.
Leaving behind over twenty people sprawled across the corridor, several of whom stood dumbfounded, drenched in cold sweat.
At the sound of Murong Qian’s command, the entire army began to move out, a roaring, magnificent host marching toward the capital of the Demon Realm.
Before they could press on any further, however, a rumbling sound echoed in their ears. Immediately afterward, everyone’s expressions shifted; they all halted in their tracks and turned back to gaze in the direction of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains.
"In all fairness, Brother Bandit, if such a huge piece of cake were placed right in front of you, would you choose to eat it or not?" Zhao Tiehu asked.
The many mighty figures of Tianlu City also exchanged bewildered glances. How could two living people simply vanish into dots of light? Could something be wrong with their eyes?
The gap between individuals on the God of War leaderboard is actually quite small. To be able to annihilate an expert ranked thirty-fiftieth on the God of War leaderboard with a single saber strike, only the super-experts in the top five of the leaderboard would possess such capability. Thus, through this deduction, it was unquestionable that Song Yun possessed the strength of the top five on the God of War leaderboard.
"Anyway, I don't care. If you don't give me the quota, I'm simply not leaving." The stubborn old man dug in his heels. Seeing that Han Xijian was completely ignoring him, he simply turned his head away and refused to pay him any further heed.
Ning Susu closed her eyes, released her grip on Zhou Qing’s hand to receive his energy, and fell asleep shortly afterward.
Taking out the altar once more, Wu Tian did not have nearly as many distractions this time, transforming low-tier medicinal herbs and spiritual roots into Golden Elixir-grade ingredients.
"An official from the capital, upon coming to this Mobei frontier, actually managed to gain a foothold and see his reputation grow day by day?" Dongfang Han let out a cold snort.
"Step closer..." As soon as the Daoist Master of Divine Robe spoke, that eerie silver bowl appeared before him once again.
Accompanied by the golden divine statue was a boundless, terrifying fluctuation—a fluctuation powerful enough to instantly wipe away the confidence on the white-robed man's face. Yun Xing had actually used the soul-power cultivation of an Earth Soul Master to set up such a terrifying soul array; it was simply unheard of.
Watching them lapse into a trance one by one, Wu Tian opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing more. Originally, he had even wanted to tell them that he had merely cultivated up to the eighth turn, and that the eighth turn of the Nine-Turn Mysterious Art had not yet even undergone the reverse refinement. But seeing this state of affairs, he decided to let it be and spared them any further blows, lest they start doubting reality itself.