27 The Twenty-Seventh Iron Pillar

How could the inner demon let Gu Yifeng have his way so easily? A black gale suddenly surged toward Jiuyue’s back. Gu Yifeng, clutching Jiuyue, hurriedly shifted their position, taking the brunt of the inner demon’s palm strike head-on.

"His complexion is worse than yesterday. I’m worried about him. He said he wanted to go out and play today, and that makes me even more concerned for his health," Ouyang Yingqi said to Nangong Linyi, speaking her mind.

A few ferocious beasts lingered not far from the battlefield. The Nether Tiger’s massive head kept turning, watching the slaughter between the immortals and the demons.

The towering blood fiend, having taken the horizontal strike of Zichen’s "Thunderfire Slash," was practically unharmed but was thoroughly enraged. It roared toward the heavens, and the blood-colored mist enveloping its body suddenly exploded, causing its stature and the great blade in its hand to swell by two-thirds in an instant.

Just as Zichen and the pale-faced middle-aged man were arguing, smoke and dust suddenly rose into the sky in the distance. A black line on the horizon rolled forward like a surging wave, expanding rapidly.

Because of this, although Wu Xing was a brilliant genius in his youth with strength that rivaled any master of the Dharma, his reputation became infamously "foul." Everything he did became a classic example of what a Dharma cultivator should not be.

Anything with the word "Star" in its name is considered exceptional for two reasons: one, it is far superior to the ordinary, and two, it possesses infinite potential for evolution, resulting in incredibly powerful effects.

Zichen had a rough idea that some distinguished guest had arrived at the Iron Sword Sect, but the more he listened to the surrounding discussions, the more puzzled he became, feeling completely lost in the fog.

"Sigh, what a good day, ruined just like that!" Exhausted and weary, Zhu Qing lamented helplessly, feeling a bitter ache in his heart. If he had listened to Chen Dongsheng and not held the banquet, perhaps so many things wouldn't have happened. Upon learning of Old Man Chen’s accident, he had been filled with deep regret.

"Ye Chen, you finally came to find me!! Wuu wuu..." Jiang Xinyu hugged him tightly, as if afraid that if she let go, the man before her would vanish.

In particular, the security guards held a sense of worship toward Jin Shuai. When Jin Shuai went to the restaurant for breakfast, these guards would stop and salute him, greatly satisfying his vanity.

"That’s different! You can’t stay with me forever, but a real brother can always be together." Miaomiao pursed her lips, envious of Sister An Nian.

"Ninth Sister, do you know? Fifth Sister is also about to settle down," Xie Shiqing suddenly brought up Xie Yuhan, who had already turned eighteen.

The Count’s hair stood on end. He thought to himself: I shouldn’t have taken the poet’s bait at all. No! I shouldn’t have spoken at all! Next time, I must firmly wait for him to speak first, or greet him only when he is free.

The police officers who had set up the cordon dared not be negligent and immediately surrounded Lin Qitao and his group. Since even the deputy director’s hat could be removed at a moment's notice, they truly dared not offend Ye Wutian.

Lu Yuan suddenly pulled up his trouser leg. Ye Lanlan was a bit curious about what he was doing, but when Lu Yuan slowly pulled the fabric up to his knee, her expression changed drastically.

The man was in his fifties, dressed in casual wear, his carefully dyed hair combed to a slick shine. Every move he made exuded an air of authority. The moment he stepped out of the car, he seemed afraid of being seen, keeping his head low as he ducked into the Peony Pavilion private room, never to emerge again.

This round was the same as the one against Slaughter-Breaking-Wolf; there was no doubt that Brilliant had secured the victory, and they hadn't even needed to use the Wrath of the Sword Infant.

"This horse bandit is quite good; his reaction was very timely. If he had joined the army, he might have attained some official rank. It’s a pity he turned to banditry... but since you have chosen to be a bandit, don’t blame me!" The pebble in A-Dou’s hand flew out once more, and another bandit fell to the ground.

"What? More people have gone missing? Didn't I tell the chiefs of each tribe to keep a close watch on their people? How could something like this happen again?" Great Chief Cang Tu frowned and said.

Now that everyone was familiar with each other, they knew Su Chen wasn't a formal person, so they became casual with their forms of address.

Guan Deng clearly sensed everyone’s eyes on him, but he didn't feel as afraid as before. Compared to the fear of being unable to speak, he feared more that he would fail the trust placed in him by Elder Shao and Jiang He. He was the most formidable hacker in Dragon City—so formidable that even Elder Shao and Jiang He praised him endlessly.

With such a display, anyone passing by couldn't help but glance over, wondering who on earth was sitting in the chair.

Yang Fan secretly resolved that he must get to the bottom of this matter this time, force them out of Yongzhou for good, and ensure they were brought to justice.

"What are you looking at? Annoying." Liu Jingyi rolled her eyes, ceased her movements, and awkwardly pulled Zhuang Jian inside.

"Phew~, haha, I finally found it." Looking with excitement at the crimson, sky-covering light screen that stretched on without end, Qin Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Gui Sen knew that if it came down to pure strength, Qin Yu was still his inferior. He also knew that Qin Yu was a physical cultivator, and that his physical cultivation might even be higher than his actual essence-gathering cultivation, yet it still seemed to fall just short of his own.

Perhaps when Ye Lin’s cultivation reached a sufficient level later, he would be able to see through the mysteries contained within this formation. But with his current abilities, Ye Lin only felt that the formation was profound, unable yet to grasp its inner workings.