Chapter 33

Seeing the approach of the Fish-Dragon army, the Saint Martial Golem hesitated no longer. It activated the Troll Command, and in a sudden flash of teleportation light, the Kunlun squad—including Cang Lan and Gu Caiwei—vanished, leaving the space above the giant clam completely empty.

Situ Nan took out sixteen mid-grade spirit stones and placed them around the perimeter of the formation. As the array disk was fully energized, the teleportation circle began to glow.

Huo Yan then said, "Yu Meng, let your brother tell you about the Hua Xing incident. I need to go out and make arrangements; otherwise, I fear those people might strike at us again." Yu Meng nodded, and Huo Yan turned and walked out.

The name Yang Feng might mean nothing to anyone now, but if he were mentioned by his other name, he would be known as the great swordsman who shook the West Liang region.

Although it took some time, Ying Yue, having had her contract rank and timeline adjusted by Bai Sen, was no longer so reserved around him in their daily interactions.

Yu Tianze’s hideout this time was not in the desolate mountains, but in a bustling market within the city. Before the Marquis arrived, Ji Lin had already briefed him in detail and shown him the floor plans, so the Marquis had a general understanding of the situation inside the market.

"He’s a bandit—why would he want the support of the common people?" Bao Zheng slammed his hand on the table and roared.

Huo Yan took Gu Xue directly to a clothing store in the city. He pulled the car over, let Gu Xue out, and led her inside.

Tianming did not let his inner turmoil show on his face; instead, he buried it deep within. To others, he appeared merely to be resting with his eyes closed.

The specific details had to be asked of the deceased’s family. Upon hearing the news of her son’s death, the mother had rushed back, her face streaked with tears, insisting on seeing his body. She clung to a glimmer of hope that the victim was not her son; she refused to believe he had met with disaster, for he was the apple of her eye.

Of course, this was only Han Xin's speculation, but Zhang Liang and Xiaoyaozi both agreed with it, which is why they were willing to come. Naturally, it was possible the killer would not appear, but as long as Han Xin could find some clues on the body, the night would not have been spent in vain.

After a few more exchanges, Tu Ao suddenly let out a sharp cry. With a flick of his wrist, the sword in his palm transformed into a dozen shimmering images, striking rapidly at Lei Kaishan’s heart.

The King of Mount Tai’s punches only damaged the surface of the stone wall, avoiding any impact on the interior that might trigger a collapse. As the debris crumbled away, a hidden door appeared directly ahead.

Xin Xi was noncommittal and simply shrugged. Situ Haoyu had too much of a checkered past, and she could not see a happy ending for her friend’s romance.

Tom Cruise, though burly, was not slow-witted. He simply stared at her, offering no response.

As an endless stream of spiritual energy poured into the five-colored sword-dragon, the black dragon began to falter, inevitably showing signs of defeat.

Zhu Yingying’s heart tightened instantly. She tugged nervously at Lu Yun beside her, her eyes unabashedly reflecting her deep concern.

Just as the two were arguing incessantly, applause suddenly interrupted them from the side. Looking toward the source, they saw Dagu waving his hands, watching them with a mischievous grin.

What happens here once darkness falls? No one knows; no one even dares to guess.

Whether he was man or ghost, he was the only light in this boundless darkness.

When Mei Runan hurried over, he was standing under the peach tree in front of the house, admiring the newly blossomed flowers, his lips seemingly murmuring verses of poetry.

Who could be calling him so often while he was riding his bike? Damn it, it was her—it was Ye Wei. Why was she being so uncharacteristically strict today, forbidding him from talking on the phone while cycling?

Ye Zifan’s kiss held no tenderness; his lips and tongue swept wantonly through Mai Zi’s delicate mouth, plundering her breath. With the air in her lungs growing thin, Mai Zi nearly fainted from suffocation.

"Indeed, it is just as I envisioned. However, as it is a major matter, the final decision must be made by the Commander-in-Chief himself." On this issue, Elder Ming was not at all like he had been when arguing fiercely with Elder Yuan; it turned out the whole thing had been a performance for the Commander-in-Chief.

When Ye Yun entered the Three Insects Courtyard, he saw Xiao Yuyin staring blankly at the zither before her, her fingers gently stroking the instrument as a look of sorrow appeared in her eyes.

"This matter must be reported to our ancestors before we determine our next course of action!" Pa Moyi said in a low voice.

As soon as Wang Xingxin heard the plow was finished, he didn't even have time to scold Wang Er before rushing over to see it. Emerging from the barracks, Wang Xingxin recognized the Zhenguan plow immediately as the curved-shaft plow he had seen at the folk museum.

A burst of laughter erupted in the courtyard as everyone watched the disheveled Wang Xingxin. After scurrying into the woodshed, he collapsed onto his bed and fell into an exhausted sleep. Outside the courtyard, Old Man Liu stopped his work, looked up at the darkening sky, and smiled.

After much thought, and with his spiritual energy constantly depleting, Li Yang reached a decision and began to question the fat demonic cultivator.

Faced with Zheng Zha’s question, Chu Xuan curled his lip. It was hard to say when Chu Xuan had developed such a rich repertoire of expressions, but the disdain in this one was unmistakable.

Yang Xiong and Shi Xiu were shocked to hear the news and hurriedly followed the farmhand out. In the courtyard, a horse nearby was covered in blood. The two rushed into the house, where a physician was treating Du Xing, and Li Ying, the "Heaven-Soaring Eagle," was also present.

Zhan Guo let out an angry shout. As a veteran of a hundred battles, he would never make such a low-level mistake. He pushed his right palm forward, and a surging shockwave roared out once more.

He swapped out the Mengxue Sword and drew the Longyu Sword from his back. This was Liu Ling’s personal blade; having followed her for many years, it possessed the same powerful divine and solar energy as she did. I hoped that by relying on it, I could make it through this stretch of the road.

Looking through the window, one could see the spatial barrier outside the base rippling with wave after wave of energy.

The moment the rat was thrown into the black mist, Li Yang’s expression shifted slightly. The spiritual mark he had secretly left on the rat had been erased in an instant.

There was a knock at the door. Cheng Nuo glanced at Xiang Shaomu, who was lost in a strange trance, and decisively went to open it.