Chapter 67: A Slap for Each

Without the slightest warning, Liu Yujie, who had just raised his dagger intending to assassinate Ye Cheng, suddenly dissolved into a cloud of blood mist, drifting away in the air. Because of the protective aura, the flying blood was blocked outside its barrier. Ye Cheng, standing at the very center, remained spotless, not a trace of blood on him, perfectly embodying the demeanor of a master. This truly stunned everyone present.

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"Am I really about to fall at the hands of Caiyun's wife today?" Wu Feng murmured with some unwillingness.

Indeed, the Predator Plan was of great importance to the beast clan, and every beast chosen to become a Predator was selected through layers of rigorous trials and fierce competition, ultimately only the best of the best remaining.

He extended his hand, his gaze filled with both satisfaction and relief, then patted Wu Feng's right shoulder.

"It's already reached a fever pitch! The two are evenly matched; now it all depends on who can endure longer. However, Nightcloud wields sword intent, which consumes much less spiritual energy. If nothing unexpected happens, within ten moves, Nightcloud will be able to kill that fellow!" Dong Xue explained to Wu Feng and Luo Xue.

Although this approach was somewhat against the rules, as long as the seller was satisfied, there wasn't much of a problem.

"Heh! Now I'm curious. What price do you want me to pay, Master Zhang? My life, perhaps? Let me tell you, with your abilities, you can't kill me—and I will kill you!" Wu Feng spoke coldly to the others, his words brimming with provocation and murderous intent.

A robust servant, seeing him act so rashly, rolled up his sleeves and was about to grab the old Taoist.

Then came bathing and sleeping, all in one swift motion, leaving Su Li Luo no time to react.

"I ordered takeout in advance," Bai Yichen replied calmly, pushing two meal boxes in front of Su Li Luo.

She had long disliked Chu Xuan Yin; this flower-viewing banquet was organized for her, so now it was merely a matter of enlisting an ally ahead of time.

At this moment, Zhan Bu was startled; what he saw appeared to be an enormous snake’s tongue. He suspected in his heart that the creature he had glimpsed might be a giant serpent.

"Damn it! Why aren’t Ling Yu and those other bastards back yet? Dark Demon boss, are we going to keep waiting?" The bald youth, A Lai, grumbled loudly. Since Dark Demon had become a member of Blazing Gate, A Lai, his chief lackey, naturally wouldn’t go elsewhere.

Now, Chen Mo understood a bit of what his mother intended. Wasn’t this just the ‘muddy fishing’ technique Zhou Lan had recently taught him for chasing men? Zhou Lan had said that if there were no opportunities, one must create them—stir up the waters to fish more easily. It seemed Zhou Lan's plan was to muddy things up.

She wasn’t devastated to the point of emotional breakdown, but the feeling inside was something only she herself could understand. That empty sensation was truly unpleasant.

Thus, when it came to interpreting Dou Tong’s aunt and sister’s fate, dream analysis was far more detailed than simply observing the aura on Dou Tong’s aunt.

Chu Yu himself had never undergone any professional training, so now that he was teaching a disciple, he certainly couldn’t follow any set curriculum.

Lin Xue closed the game and browsed Wang Shuai’s computer, but found nothing else of value.

Even in madness, Faceless was terrifying. He threw his head back and howled, his muscles bulging, and the centipede longsword in his left hand was suddenly pointed toward his right hand.

Wang Da never expected that I would comfort him instead; for a moment, his gaze toward me was especially complicated.

Green Light opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but immediately froze, for through the firelight he saw Ling Yu clearly. Ling Yu was not dead—not even the slightest injury. Not only had the flames failed to burn him, but even the wooden spears he shot had accomplished nothing at all.