Chapter 49: Standing Firm

“All martial teams, spare no effort—surround the Long family in Jianghai City entirely! Not a single gap must remain!”
“After today, Jianghai City will have only the voice of the Jiang family!”
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Jianglong Hotel…
One of the Xuan cultivators had yet to understand what was happening when he felt a sharp pain at the crown of his head. His entire store of Xuan energy seemed to have been scattered by the blow, and he toppled over onto his back.
The one who had barged in so recklessly was none other than Chen Guosong, the head teacher of the senior third-year class. He hadn’t come to school that morning; upon arriving in the afternoon and hearing the rumor, he’d immediately stormed into the principal’s office.
Beck, as a great archangel from the beautiful country, naturally could not be felled in a single strike by a member of Dark Iron. A fierce suction erupted from his palm, and a long spear leapt into his hand from several meters away. In an instant, he thrust the spear toward the katana of the Dark Iron member.
Yet, just ten minutes into Yue Peng’s journey aboard the INIJ, his expression suddenly shifted. In front and to his right, a cluster of seven points of light appeared. The radar screen made it clear—these were fighter jets, all on an intercept course for him.
When Xia Chuxin heard Yu Jing say she was going on a business trip, she looked at her, worry written in her eyes. After all, the car accident a few days ago had shaken her deeply—she truly feared that Aunt Jing would do something reckless again.
Su Chen closed his eyes, gathering his spirit, the five senses open to the heavens. He inhaled and exhaled into the void, while every pore of his body gradually relaxed, allowing the medicinal power of the spiritual spring to seep slowly in.
Hearing these words, Neon said nothing more. Fifteen minutes—almost exactly the time it would take for the enemy’s two great fleets to arrive simultaneously.
This was the true Collapsing Mountain Fist—powerful enough to split stone. Within a ten-yard radius, all was shrouded by the force of the punch. Ancient trees turned to powder, crushed by the fist’s momentum. Su Chen’s garments snapped and fluttered in the storm. He bore the brunt of it, his slender frame seeming frail and on the verge of collapse beneath that grinding fist.
Faced with the price of ten thousand gold coins, Charlotte remained silent. It was not so much a refusal as a lack of acceptance.
Ning Xu took a slow breath, cast one last glance at “Virely,” and then turned away with a sense of loss.
Luo Tian spoke in a low voice: “You’ll know the result soon. I merely wanted to remind you.” He harbored no goodwill toward these summoning mages—least of all Chen Yuran, who had committed countless misdeeds.
“Uncle Yan, Ziming was injured before and only regained consciousness today. Don’t worry, he’s alright!” No sooner had Yao Beibei spoken than she regretted it. How could he be alright? Ziming had lost his memory! If Yan Cangqing found out his son couldn’t even remember him, he’d be heartbroken.
A transparent ray flickered across the barrier of air. There was a crisp snap as it shattered and vanished into nothing. Luo Tian’s heart tightened; in a flash, he summoned a shield of fire to block out the chill. But this was no ordinary cold—its intensity far surpassed even eighth-level Water magic’s Frozen Wasteland.
At that moment, countless ice arrows shot forth before Bai Ziming, flashing with a sharp crystalline glow as they rained down on the giant serpent—like an icy storm descending from the sky.
Looking at Yao Beibei, one would think she was tossing a lifeless object, not a person—if not for the pig-like wails of agony that continued to pour from Qu Yuze’s mouth.
Luo Tian knew it was time to speak. He nodded and said, “That’s right, I do indeed possess a cultivation secret. However…” He glanced at Sun Liang, knowing full well that Sun Liang understood his meaning.