Chapter 30 (Part 1)
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“Don’t worry. Before I have the strength to back it up, I’m not foolish enough to tell the world that I came here for the former Three Blades Palace,” Nan Feng said with a smile.
“Yichen, I never expected you to enjoy sports too! These days, there are very few young people who do,” Shen Lin’s father said, his eyes filled with delight.
“Serve me well, and you won’t have to go drinking with men for money anymore.” He nipped at her ear, his voice edged with mockery.
Yet Xu Zilong instantly shored up his defenses. The clang of metal erupted in a dense barrage, accompanied by the furious roar of the Golden Emperor.
Lin Zitong truly had not expected Su Ziyan, so imposing on the battlefield, to have such a “down-and-out yet adorable” side. As she looked at Su Ziyan’s pretty face, the corners of Lin Zitong’s lips suddenly curved upward.
Leng Yichen swept a cold glance at Shen Lin, whose face was full of anxiety and concern, then took out his phone and tossed it into her arms. “Thank you,” Shen Lin said gratefully before quickly dialing her father’s number.
Xu Xuejian had met Lin Yu once when Professor Hu Guoqing invited him to teach at the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Though it had been only one meeting, her detached, otherworldly demeanor had left a deep impression on Lin Yu.
At that moment, Soren watched the Iron Eagle Guards bathing in the Flood Dragon’s blood and found himself in a dilemma. Dozens of people still remained on the opposite bank, including Montesdan and Vasily. Yet if he went after them, he would miss this precious opportunity to bathe in the dragon’s blood.
Fortunately, Liu Fang was not a fickle man. He did not fool around with Zhao Leilei. After her disappointment, Zhao Leilei recognized the situation and eventually ended up with Lu Zhongde. In that respect, Zhao Leilei was actually very clever.
The column of water from the Thousand-Lines River had not vanished into thin air, nor had it been transferred to another world or dimension. It had been directly disintegrated by the force of chaos, reduced to nothingness.
The fiery-red flying dragon landed on the cliff, and the two people riding it leaped down. Yi Zhi saw that one of them wore a scarlet, bewitchingly patterned shawl and held a soft-alloy whip, while the other was dressed in a yellow brocade leather robe of the Central Wei style, her black hair simply tied back and her face unnaturally pale. Each regarded him with a strange look that revealed a different meaning.
“You were the ones who botched Third Master’s assignment and slighted him. Perhaps Third Master wouldn’t even bother holding it against you.”
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“One must settle internal affairs before dealing with external threats.” Zhao Zhengce agreed with this view. Xiheng County had failed to put its own house in order; discussing communication and negotiations with the higher authorities of Hengbei City would undoubtedly be unwise.
The spreading blue hair extended farther and farther, shrouding vast stretches of sky. The strands writhed like snakes and gradually turned the color of blood. Thunder boomed among the clouds, and lightning exploded with such force that it seemed capable of shattering the void and toppling mountains. A colossal shadow, like a falling meteor, emerged from the dark clouds and plunged toward the figure casting a spell in midair.
After creating this clone, Lan Caihe accelerated forward. When the Black Bear Spirit saw the clone, he immediately used the Wind Bag. What a mighty bag it was—it could darken the universe and collapse the mountains. Yet the clone, forged from Kuafu’s body, remained completely motionless, clearly immune to the bag’s vicious winds.
She was growing bolder by the day. She even dared provoke an ancient ferocious beast. There was no need to ask; it was probably Jun Chou who had sent her.
Yunxiao turned her head and looked at Tongtian, who had already arrived beside her. His old face was streaked with tears. He gazed at Yunxiao with boundless affection, sobbing as he sniffed. At that moment, Tongtian was no longer the lofty Supreme Saint who ruled the Jie Sect. He was merely an old neighbor, mourning a young woman from the next household.
“Ancient Founder of the Demon Sect, please wait. The Heavenly Court was also provoked by others into what happened today, and we have indeed offended you. But now that matters have come this far, they are difficult to undo. We ask that you return the heavenly soldiers, so that we may plead your case before the Great Celestial Venerable and restore the Demon Sect’s good name.”
It turned out that the three Celestial Emperors had come out to demand the return of the heavenly soldiers when they saw the three men preparing to leave.
Zhao Zhengce’s words were neither soft nor harsh, but Qin Ming found them uncomfortable to hear. What did he mean by “routine business”? And what sort of outcome was he seeking?
After the soldiers atop the walls of the Vast City hurriedly ate a few rice balls, the sudden sound of war drums rising from the wilderness startled them. The orcs had begun their assault once more.
The sound of zithers lingered in the air, accompanied by singing and dancing. Lanterns from the imperial garden stretched all the way to the end of the covered corridor, illuminating it as brightly as daylight while casting a dazzling golden splendor over everything. The carved corridors and painted pillars seemed to come alive, vivid and full of spirit.
Luo Qianhan intended to remain in the Hidden God Sect and observe the situation a little longer. Then Qianji suddenly sent him a telepathic message, telling him that they had found Yue Wuzuo.
Her pearly teeth bit fiercely into her lower lip, and traces of blood gradually seeped out. Enduring the pain, she finished washing all the clothes. She pulled her fingers from the icy water and repeatedly breathed warm air onto them, trying to regain some sensation.
“Your Majesty, you must not!” If Mister Yun had not known from the beginning why the Great Yan Emperor was ascending the sacred altar—was he praying to Heaven? The emperor was not that kind of person. How, then, could he fail to understand his intentions now?
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More importantly, Xiaoyu had used the power of the Myriad Spirits Art once—a power that belonged solely to him: soul seizure, the force that intimidated living beings and inspired fear in all things. It was easy to imagine that the backlash would soon leave him in unbearable agony.
At that moment, a portal suddenly appeared out of thin air before the two of them. Lori grabbed Liuhuo by the collar and walked straight through it.
“Do you think I haven’t been in contact with her? The house as it is now definitely won’t do. If I can’t even see that much by then, and you say I’ll have more spirit, do you know how much it’ll hurt me?”
When Liu Huiqiang saw Tong Likai, he opened his mouth, but in the end merely nodded and smiled in greeting before following Wang Peng into the office.
A thought flashed through Liang Rou’s mind. Going by Ye Xiao’s words, Nie Yan would almost certainly attend when the time came.
Nangong Yunyao glanced around. Seeing that there was no suitable place to land nearby, she said to him, “Come with me.” With that, she directed the roc toward the canyon they had visited earlier.
The unique battle aura of the Silver King—the personal fighting energy once belonging to the royal ancestor of the Ryan Dynasty, one of the Seven Most Ancient Kings and one of the seven peerless Throne Knights of the continent, whose power rivaled that of the Emperor of Magic—had once again appeared before the world.
Brother An seemed trapped in a terrifying nightmare. He could not understand why Yu Ruyan’s Tearless Curse of Ill Omen had become known to everyone, or why all the people of Daliang had learned of it.
Perhaps noticing Karl’s gaze, the knight looked back at him and gave a slight nod before turning and walking away.
Xia Rensheng and the others should now be drifting somewhere at sea. Everyone from the expedition had already returned; only Lü Shu was still traveling across the African continent.
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