Volume One, Chapter 104: Mr. Yuan Arrives in Shanghai

If not for this matter, he would have withdrawn long ago! One misstep leads to another…

“Yes, I will take care of it!”

“I await your good news.”

The man raised his teacup and drained it in one gulp, then set it down with a heavy thud, like a muffled thunderclap, striking hard at the core of his heart.

After the man departed, he deflated and sank back onto the sofa, turning to the timid figure at the door and saying, “Go on.”

The Elder of the Star Pavilion was formidable, backed by the mighty Starfall Hall. Wherever he went, he was a force to be reckoned with.

With the infusion of true power, the pitch-black demonic claw struggled fiercely, finally shaking off the rippling restraints and seizing Lin Chen’s collar.

Within merely five breaths, Lin Chen unleashed over a hundred punches, each carrying the force of ten thousand pounds, smashing the two bloody maws beyond recognition. Fangs shattered, turning into a heap of pulp.

“Flame Sword Shadow? He’s wielding the Flame Sword Shadow of my Flame Sword Sect!” The Flame Swordsman stared at the multitude of fiery shadows in the arena, drawing in a sharp breath.

“Yes, yes, Master, don’t worry about Wu Liang lacking money—just worry about Master not having goods.” Pu Hu quickly chimed in, not to be outdone.

At this moment, aside from its body turning blood-red, the Tyrant Wolf looked much the same as before, but its ferocity had intensified.

For Yue Chen, the greater irony was that among the more than three hundred who entered that ancient tomb, only Ban Meng remained by his side.

“Husband, let me help you. Don’t forget, I practice fire-based techniques. Though I use blade skills, once they're fused with flames, I can definitely cleave open the spiritual filth on this demonic gate.” A curved blade appeared in Gu Qingyan’s hand, gleaming with a cool, clear light.

The Black Prison Mountains stretched over six thousand miles, with countless offshoots. Beyond the explored eight hundred miles of depth, no news had ever emerged. Yet, even within those eight hundred miles already traversed, to search for anything on foot was clearly impossible.

When the Tang Monk journeyed west and passed through the Trap Mountain, Li Guanyin once used her avatars to confuse his three disciples. Those avatars—even Sun Wukong’s genuine Fiery Eyes failed to see through them—which allowed her to lure them away and successfully abduct Tang Monk. This attests to her extraordinary mastery of transformation.

“A heavy hand? I thought his Foundation stage cultivation would let him withstand at least one move from me, but he couldn’t take even a single blow.” Luoyang glanced calmly at Master Yuanlei, spreading his hands.

After enduring countless hardships to finally escape, he had indeed contemplated giving up and fleeing the city. Yet, in the end, the hope of luck prevailed, and when things turned dire, Qin Lie swept in and conquered the three counties. By the time he truly wished to flee, all avenues had already been blocked.

No—the surroundings had already been isolated by her formation; no matter how the old steward cried out inside, the sound would not escape.

Suddenly, as Jian Han realized that Fang Qinghan had married someone else, countless memories surged violently in her mind. Those familiar, deliberately buried moments—every barrier now broken—rushed toward her in a frenzy.

“Tao Yunfei, Tong Meiyao, Ni Wuqing, Second Day, and Ouyang Qing have all advanced to the Spirit King realm,” Zhuo Shiyan said.

“You want to hit hard?” Luoyang’s gaze chilled. Haotian Peak was indeed a formidable place—hundreds broke into the main peak competition—but with his current strength, no matter how many Qi Refining disciples came, he feared none.

Seeing a puppet at the Heavenly Spirit level charge forward, Lei Yinfeng roared, activating the ‘Demon Battle Across Eight Wilds’ technique, unleashing the power of his battle demon cultivation.

If the practitioner masters the momentum of martial arts, and the nation is strong and prosperous, it is possible to reach the thirteenth layer’s pinnacle within two or three months.

Watching the bomb’s igniter being snatched away, Ma Hongbo’s face revealed a faint smile; the igniter had been a specially crafted fake from the very start, precisely to guard against such an event.