Chapter Sixty-Six: The Opportunist Zhu
Ye Cheng was still pondering how best to teach Zhu Yaotang and his cousin a lesson when Yang Yuxuan, for reasons unknown, quietly approached him.
“Mr. Ye, thank you for standing up for me. I have a request—if you would, please spare them for my sake.”
Though Yang Yuxuan’s voice was soft, it struck Ye Cheng’s ears with a note of surprise.
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Tu Xuanzhong, upon hearing this, raised his hand to strike, but the gesture was far less furious than before. The malice faded, replaced by sinister intent. He gritted his teeth and muttered, “You wretch, are you afraid now? I think you regret not burning it more fiercely—should have let the flames swallow me too, right?”
Enchantress attempted to channel her energy. Instantly, spiritual power and blood surged within her, and the energy she drew seemed to be blessed by moonlight, becoming both sacred and unfathomably powerful.
However, when Wei Xian dispelled the professional spell, “Pure and Magnificent Technique,” the priestess only “assumed” the situation. When she broadened her investigation, she found that eighty percent of the population in Yisheng City had fallen into a dream from which they could not awaken. She no longer merely assumed—she was certain the Pestilence Division was orchestrating something monumental in Yisheng City.
Longting Yinpu gazed blankly at her departing figure. Not until she vanished from sight did he silently return to his own residence.
Dong Yiran only replied that the sea of evil is boundless, and turning back is the shore; he could no longer bear to witness slaughter. People in this world are half merit, half profit; to uphold justice might mean cutting the population in half—good and evil equally divided, striving only for peace and stability.
Lu Anke finally cried out in pain. Liang Xiao heard the sound and rushed over anxiously, only to find a dagger plunged into Lu Anke’s back. Liang Xiao’s eyes reddened, and biting his lip, he kicked Zhang Li, who was muttering to himself nearby that he had done nothing.
Qiu Chujie and Tang Qilong understood the gravity of the situation; seeing that An Wuya was in trouble, both men were exceptionally tense.
Sun Moon Consort pressed her palms together in front of her chest, praying devoutly. Yet, as a goddess herself, to whom could she pray?
The black thunder was slowly drawn from Yun Xiao’s dantian. This act was tantamount to risking his life; a single misstep would destroy the sea of energy stored within his dantian.
A silent murderous aura emanated from him. Every inner sect disciple who met his gaze instinctively looked away, unable to face him directly.
The two women stood frozen beneath the dome, heads raised and eyes wide, unmoving for ten minutes. Had someone not impatiently urged them forward, they would never have taken another step.
Biyou finally understood Bixia’s choice. No matter the state of the Origin World now, the forces of Chaos Heaven could never withstand it. Just two eleventh-grade beings would suffice to annihilate Chaos Heaven.
He traced back from Xiao Rui’s direction and discovered that many of Xiao Rui’s scheduled activities coincided with Lin Corporation’s key business hours. Further verification confirmed it.
“Is that all you’ve got?” The opponent looked down on him, preparing to dodge the fire dragon that shot toward him.
Heaven and earth shifted; those who were once masters of this realm had become mere guests, swept out of their own home. Such a feeling would be hard for anyone to bear.
Their enemies had already spotted them and begun firing. The four each found cover, returning fire from the windows. This kind of shootout tested marksmanship—if both sides were evenly matched, it came down to tactics, to whose firing lines were better positioned.
Zhu Yuanyuan and Mo Yao shivered in unison, a chill crawling up their spines.
He felt clearly his meridians being torn and ruptured, again and again.
Ji Shaotian listened with regret; this cave was sealed before the world’s spiritual energy dissipated, and inside must lie countless treasures.