Chapter 27

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With the Netherworld Blade in hand, Yu Guiyuan swung it repeatedly within the formation, striking the Blood Souls and the transformed evil spirits—their bodies tangible in appearance but empty in substance. Dodging left and right, he reached the backpack. He kept the blade in one hand while reaching inside with the other to pull out the bag of yellow talismans, preparing to open it and release Mengxin.

An eerie purple light flickered in his eyes. A tremendous surge of power slowly gathered, as though a divine king who had slept for ages were gradually awakening. This process could no longer be interrupted.

Lin Han’s mind trembled again and again. An indescribable terror suddenly swept through every corner of his formless body, leaving him shaking uncontrollably.

Silent lasers shot toward that twisted face, but every beam passed straight through it. It was nothing more than something resembling a projection.

She froze briefly, then seemed to recover after a moment. Suppressing the discomfort rising in her heart, Xiao Chan widened her beautiful eyes and looked around at the gruesome scene of severed limbs and blood. Her pretty face had turned deathly pale, yet she forcibly restrained the panic in her eyes and nodded firmly at Lin Han, who spoke without expression.

The yellow-robed middle-aged cultivator clearly had the appearance of a man in his forties, yet his voice was as weathered as that of an old man nearing seventy. Hearing the obscure meaning behind his words, the cultivators present exchanged flickering glances, their hearts suddenly stirred by astonishment and disbelief.

A cloud drifted beneath the firmament. He could no longer tell whether it was white or black; perhaps it was yellow, or red.

He saw that the atmosphere in the conference room was rather somber. Without saying anything, he silently sat down.

“No. Defamation is compensated according to the losses you cause the other party. If nothing had happened to the Shanhe Group, then based on the consequences of what you did, even ten billion dollars would not be enough to cover the damages!” said the Death God.

Ahead, pink ribbons twisted and writhed, as though weaving incantations inaudible to others—mysterious, sinister, and evil spells, curses cast down by the demons.

Lang Hongxiang’s expression grew even colder. If Jiang Bei had merely been plotting against Chen Li, he would have wanted only to kill him. But the scene before him made him utterly gloomy. There was no need to think twice: this had to be arranged by the powerful figures of the Jun family and the other factions. Otherwise, they would never have sent out these younger members.

For a time, both of them were burdened with their own thoughts. Zhang Ruyun was no longer in any danger, but he felt that the place was ultimately unsafe, so he rose with Yinniang. After taking a long, winding route, they finally returned to Xiangyun Convent.

A large sign stood on the corridor wall, listing the exact locations of various companies.

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Amid a chorus of screams, one figure after another was flung backward, soaring more than thirty feet through the air. Each turned a somersault before crashing to the ground with a succession of thuds. They struggled to their feet, swaying unsteadily and unable to find their bearings. They had probably been knocked senseless.

Just then, a mother and son entered the grand hall. The mother appeared to be in her forties, while the boy beside her looked about seventeen or eighteen.

“Rest assured. At least two hundred thousand people will follow us to Taiwan. You can put your mind at ease now,” Li Ren said with a smile.

After spending several days in Chaozhou, shedding tears upon seeing his father for the first time in years, and dealing with the enthusiastic smiles of the officials and local gentry, the two brothers finally collapsed onto their respective beds, their bodies exhausted.

Xia Zhen was somewhat displeased when Pan Ren deliberately kept him in suspense. Yet his curiosity drove him to follow the Pan brothers to the rebel army’s special encampment.

The spear formed from the divine consciousness of the Nine Sons Ghost Mother had not even been launched, yet it already possessed such terrifying might. Its power was clearly capable of shaking the heavens.

After spouting such utter nonsense, Qin Yibai could no longer keep from laughing. When the Immortal Emperor heard it, his eyes widened in embarrassment, yet he was so furious that he could not utter a word. Behind Qin Yibai, Yuan Weng had already turned away, unable to bear watching.

Knowingyi Jun changed the subject and began talking about the festivities surrounding the Jade Emperor’s birthday. Yet the desolation on his face and the worry in his eyes never faded.

Unfortunately, Heaven did not grant her wish. Without the slightest warning, rain began to fall, as though a hole had suddenly opened in the sky. It came down in torrents, utterly lacking in restraint or delicacy.

At the same time, a sour smell spread through the car. Shen Chuhang and Wu Yong, those two unlucky fellows, not only had to endure the spectacle of the couple’s affection, but also had to guard against having their teeth set on edge by it.

Ye Ning did not dare return to Ji Wu’s courtyard. In her current state, she was afraid she would frighten Xinxin. No matter how strong she tried to be, she could not stop herself from wanting to cry. Tears fell one after another.

He was referring precisely to the character Zhao Mingyue had written in Shang Jiaoqi’s palm. Given the extraordinary insight of those few demons and the tacit understanding they shared with her, how could they possibly fail to understand it?

Gu Xin cursed furiously, “Zheng Linche is a complete bastard! Arrogant, sleazy, full of himself—and he acts like a shameless thug!”

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“You’re talking nonsense! The one who stole another man’s love was clearly that fellow Mu!” Fu Tianlong hurriedly argued.

Mo Yitian’s expression revealed nothing. After Lin Xiaomo turned and left, he went to the smoking area in the stairwell and smoked a cigarette before slowly entering Han Jiaying’s hospital room.

How could a man of such impeccable origins and loyalty, after enduring countless trials and dangers to escape back to Pengcheng, have returned with the news that Xiao Zong was not the Liang Emperor’s son?

The professor’s argument finally silenced his students. Yet from their helpless expressions, it was clear that they still hoped the professor would return and get some rest. In the end, they had simply given up because his attitude was so firm.

“Shh… Let’s watch and see!” Old Wang gestured for the four shut-ins to keep quiet, then quietly followed Shi Tao back toward the School of Electrical Engineering. With strength in numbers, everyone followed Old Wang without a second thought, completely ignoring the fact that he had just been frightened by the “Sending Guanyin” and wanted to leave.

“Since that’s the case, don’t blame me.” Yan Yi watched as the three men charged toward him. He shifted his foot, and all they saw was a blur. Then came three consecutive thuds.

Zhang Luoye glanced at her, drew in the last mouthful of smoke, exhaled it, and walked to the window. With one sweep of his hand, he threw it open. A cool breeze blew in from outside, and before long, the air in the room was completely refreshed.

From the rooftop, Huang Ning watched through a spotting scope as Mu Xiaofeng and the others entered Food Street. He hurriedly notified the brothers nearby to move toward the area. He also shifted the scope. Huang Ning had surveyed the roads beforehand and deliberately chosen the rooftop of this building because it offered the widest view.

“We are subjects of Lord Barbarossa. If they dare wage war against us, they will be declaring war on the entire Holy Roman Empire. The Burgundians do not have the courage for that,” the young man said loudly. Yet the louder his voice became, the more clearly it revealed his inner unease.

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