Chapter 61: A Tenacious Foe

“Uh, boss, did I hear you right just now, or was I just dizzy and hallucinating?” Zhao Wuji was so stunned during his training that he didn’t even react when the wooden dummy rebounded hard against him.

“You heard correctly. I’m now the head of the Jiang City Martial Sect. If you want to join, you’re welcome anytime; if not, that’s fine too, I…”

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“Step aside, I really have something to do!” Seeing that the old man wouldn’t let me stay in the courtyard, I turned to leave.

Xiang Yun, without another word, closed his eyes and shut off all his senses, focusing his entire attention inward. Under the pull of his mind, the Overlord’s Sacred Blood within his heart released a surge of energy, blasting straight into his brain. He felt dizzy and unsteady, as if struck hard on the head.

“Damn it, we can’t just leave empty-handed! Grab the one at the door!” The men in the livestock shed, hearing the house was empty, lunged forward. Before they could even steady themselves, one of them fired at me with a loud bang.

“We’re out!” Guo Hao, seeing this, wiped the corner of his eye, grabbed me along with Yang Tao, and we all started running for the exit.

This was pain the likes of which Zhou San had never experienced in his life. As a doctor, he understood the gradations of pain, but what he felt now was beyond any scale. Compared to the agony of childbirth, this pain was like being bitten by a mosquito.

The three Celestial Lords were all taken aback. When Lord Luo had come out before, he had looked fierce but half-dead. By all rights, after taking a blow from a Celestial Lord, he should have been reduced to ashes or at least left incapacitated. How could he be alive and kicking as if nothing had happened?

Sun Sifang clearly knew something. He had overheard a master at that level mention it once, and it had stuck with him.

Chu Fei looked at Black Snake again, a brilliant smile appearing on his face. “Your name’s Black Dragon, right? Haha.” He even waved at Black Snake as though greeting an old friend.

At the same time as Han Tieyi unleashed his slaughter, Qin Zheng, seized by the Golden Eagle and soaring through the sky, also acted. Her right hand, which had been gripping the eagle’s talon for stability, suddenly let go. Letting the eagle carry her upward, she drew the Soul-Binding Sword from her waist and thrust it straight up.

Seeing that Feng Ting nodded as well, Zhao Kuo finally turned his gaze to Lü Buwei, Li Si, and Meng Ao. “The three of you, get inside…” With that, he turned and walked into the command tent.

“Erniu, I need to talk to you about something.” Back at the village council, Han Yunfan pulled Sun Erniu aside.

“Sir, if you need anything, just let us know. We guarantee you the best price.” The sales staff had no intention of letting go so easily.

“Since you’ve given me such a generous gift, I must return the favor.” A cold glint flashed in Zhao Gongzi’s eyes as he picked up his phone and made a call.

On the ridge, a cold light burst in Sima Geng’s eyes. He had not expected that, with Li Mu caught between two armies, he would still have the audacity to organize his limited cavalry and launch an attack on the Qin forces. Clearly, he was tired of living.

“Serves you right! In the future, you’d better keep three feet away from me—don’t get too close.” Qin Zheng, as she spoke, pressed the back of her hand to her cheek. Feeling the lingering heat, she knew her face must be bright red and quickly fished out a human-skin mask to conceal her features and all telltale traces of emotion.

A few minutes later, Leng Bingbing came out of the bathroom and said to Xia Tian, who was still lying on the bed, “I’m hungry. I want to go out to eat—are you coming?” “Officer, I’m not that hungry yet,” Xia Tian considered a moment before answering.