Chapter 95: Supreme Combat Power

“As long as you’re willing, I can guarantee that ever since the fall of the Jiang family, your Su family will become the overlord of Jiang Province. What do you say?”

In the courtyard.

Su Luoxue stood alone, surrounded by hundreds of martial artists from the Long family. Corpses lay scattered everywhere, blood flowing in rivers, and the air was thick with the nauseating stench of slaughter.

Not far away, Zhao Shilong wore a haughty expression, coaxing persuasively: ...

Early in the morning, Qin Feng’s room was crowded with people, each begging to follow him, vowing to exterminate the Earth Demons and avenge their fallen compatriots.

Tong Le remained motionless, while Xize, clutching his great sword, retreated five steps with a thud; cracks had already appeared on the blade. The impact of a single punch could reach such a degree—not only was Xize shocked, even Tong Le hadn’t realized his own body had grown so formidable.

The two entered the house and saw the living room meticulously tidied, incense burning gently, with no signs of battle. Much of their previous suspicion faded instantly.

When the four Ulysses encircled Tong Le, he felt the space around him locked. Even if he tried to use spatial shifting, he’d likely never escape this ring—perhaps he couldn’t even activate the technique.

As Chou Hu spoke, he reached out to seize Mr. Zhang, but at that moment, the middle-aged man beside them moved. He clenched his fist with one hand and met Mr. Zhang’s palm head-on. What happened next was utterly unexpected.

Yet, with the greatest problem resolved, it was time to clear the vermin lurking within the manor. To do so, evidence was the first necessity.

Wishmasters can sense other wishmasters, but even if the feeling is intense, there’s always a limit. Compared to the power of a wishmaster who has ascended to the next tier, there’s a vast difference in degree.

Clones could never satisfy Orochimaru’s craving for eyes. To him, such beings lacked souls—they were incomplete. To truly understand the mysteries of life, he required more authentic research.

“Why didn’t you find anything?” Hearing the others had gained so much, Dong Xinlei found it hard to believe.

“This is my new pet... subordinate...” Under Harley’s powerful gaze, she was compelled to correct herself.

Meanwhile, Song Yang grinned ferociously at Wang Chen, as if he could already see him struggling desperately in the hands of the two demonic remains.

Kamiya Misuzu was helpless toward her mother’s impulsive personality. She offered Ichimaru Gin a slightly apologetic smile, intending to speak up for her mother, but was silenced by a single glance from Gin.

The Dao has declined. Its brilliance since birth, woven with the mythic rise five thousand years ago, has faded. In another two thousand years, even the last hope of Mount Shu vanished with the breaking of the Divine Tree.

The poor mage’s eyes had turned white, froth bubbling at his lips, caught in a state between ecstasy and agony.

Light and darkness are inherently opposed and nearly impossible to fuse. Yet the Phantom War Chariot relied on his exceptional control to find a balance, forcibly merging the two elemental forces.

Suddenly, a buzzing arose. Several powerful searchlights swept the island, and soon, a helicopter landed in the plaza with a roar. Two squads of fully armed soldiers disembarked, led by a man in a leather jacket.

Backstage, several staff members found themselves unsettled by her audacity and resolve. Wang Shishi dared to reject Hong Hu in front of so many elite magnates—had she truly eaten bear’s gall and leopard’s courage?

Was that Leng Yiran? Perhaps just a similar face—a delicate countenance, an icy demeanor, but unlike before, she wore brilliant crimson clothes. In the water, she was as a blazing fire, burning fiercely. Why were there tears on her face?