Chapter 51: Are You Xu Ruo Jing?

Wu Mie’s furious outburst sent a wave of shock through the crowd of martial artists. None of them could have imagined that Wu Mie would stoop to such a level! Even if he had been slain in a single blow, perhaps with some embellishment, he might have earned a hero’s reputation in the future.

But now, he was actually helping Ye Cheng insult his own people!

“Let me tell you fools, if you don’t have any sense, don’t drag me with you to your deaths!”

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They had formed three strict lines of defense—by land, sea, and air—completely sealing off the two major plague zones.

On the vast and boundless lands of the Demon Realm, countless demon cultivators raised their heads to watch the blood-red fireworks bloom in the sky.

Moreover, the wounds that had tormented Lu Yuanfeng for so long had already healed, leaving not even a single scar.

Chu Ruoxi hadn’t expected her brother to be so resolute in matters of cultivation. Seeing that her usual coquettish pleading was ineffective, she felt a bit frustrated, but still obediently agreed.

Having only just disguised himself as a Nether Ghost, he realized there were still many areas where he might inadvertently slip up.

Back in the Deer Cry Village, he and Luo Ji had played this game of standing face-to-face and hurling hidden weapons at each other more than once. In terms of throwing weapons, Ji Longjun was no match for Luo Ji, but only when it came to launching an attack while moving.

“Don’t—don’t come any closer… I think I…” Liu Changsheng suddenly clutched his head in agony, drool seeping from the corner of his mouth, and when he looked at Liu Shuzhen, there was suddenly a bestial hunger in his eyes.

When Amanda heard that arrangements could be made for the old man’s funeral, as he might not last a few more days, unease gnawed at her. Something felt wrong, so she returned at once to keep vigil outside his hospital window.

Watching Xiao Mo appear suddenly where the bald man had just been, Zhao Mu and Zhang Ping exchanged a complex look.

To improve their chances of passing the trial, Xu Sansheng and the others intentionally clustered together—if only they could ignore the sour expression on Yi Ji’s face, it would have been perfect.

Indeed, human potential is drawn out in crises: with death snapping at their heels, if you’re caught, you’re done for.

After all, the Scyther was a Pokémon with an impressive base stat of 500—a born warrior. Even injured, it couldn’t be dealt with by a mere Poochyena.

From this point, the style of the story took a wild turn, stretching all the way to the Pacific, and because Meng Yao and Ming Chen possessed otherworldly looks, their incident even topped the trending searches.

Gu Yi’s jaw dropped as she stared at Meng Yao, as if Meng Yao were telling some earth-shattering lie.

When Meihu, Zhang Jun, and the others sensed Zhuge Moxue unleashing her aura, they hurried to stop her, but Xu Sansheng blocked their path.

However, where there is joy, there is also sorrow; inevitably, some wore smiles while feeling bitter inside.

The cultivator accompanying Fu Tiandao couldn’t help but sigh in admiration, at a loss for words to praise the spectacle before them.

Luckily, the upgraded Rotom Pokédex was far superior to the ordinary version—it possessed intelligence. Though its combat power was low, as a Ghost-type Pokémon, it had strong self-preservation abilities.

Pan Rongfang was a veteran of the Ministry of Finance. Although she never returned to the ministry after coming back to the capital, her protégés and old colleagues held every key position there. Geng Yi and Lu Yuan, upon receiving Wang Peng’s invitation, were deeply grateful and acutely aware of the significance of this opportunity for the ancient legacy from another world.

What of them now? If they disliked what we said, no one would pass it on to them; even what they would eat the next day, they wouldn’t let me decide. Everything brought back, I never got a say—I never liked it anyway.

In a fit of anger, Han Shui’er brushed off Jing Moxuan’s hand despite the pain, picked up the fallen gauze from the bed, and wrapped it around her wound herself.

Song Ruoshui and her younger sister Song Luoshui were stunned by the commotion stirred up by those two. Even though they hadn’t seen it themselves, watching Xue Yun clutch his pants and walk with his legs pressed together, they immediately understood who the “younger brother” he referred to was.