Volume One, Chapter 32: Xia Nanzhi Slapped Lu Junshen

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A whisper, a thunderous roar, and a streak of azure light tore through outer space. He was heading for the next stop in the Lunyi Star System—the hegemonic force known as the Shenfeng Dynasty.

“Today, I will defeat you and wash away the humiliation I suffered back then!” Han Ge advanced toward Ye Tian step by step. His powerful aura thrummed, causing even the ground to tremble.

Li Fangcheng did not dwell on the matter either. He naturally understood the old man’s character, and continued evasions would lead nowhere.

By then, Ling Hao judged that the time was about right. Although the pressure was no more than an itch to him, he nevertheless took the initiative to release his magical power. Those who knew Ling Hao naturally reacted in different ways, but only Xia Yuqing, upon seeing this, revealed a faintly knowing smile in her eyes.

The dark screen suddenly burst into light, revealing Han Dong’s back. His crystalline white hair streamed in the wind, while his imposing figure seemed to stand at the very heart of a sea of stars. So dazzling, so flawless—the sublimely beautiful image projected through the phantom screen struck straight at the deepest part of Han Qian’s soul.

“That thing is a relatively simple piece of electronic machinery. Part of its principles are used in our ears,” Sophia said blandly.

“His Highness Han Dong.” The white-horned young man could not help growing tense. His white single horn stopped spinning, and his entire body trembled slightly. After all, so far, only Nan Xiangcun had made it through the first level.

“Yes.” Lin Ai took a deep breath and nodded, preparing herself to fight the mechanical rabbit once more.

He could not help bursting into loud laughter. That devilish laughter echoed across the entire sky, as if making the whole world tremble and shudder.

If that were truly the case, then they were not entirely without a chance. At the very least, there was still some hope.

Liu Hongxia came in and told Cheng Yun about the things Liu Ming had brought back. Cheng Yun paid little attention to it, since Guan Xingzhong was keeping watch over the situation. She only needed to be a hands-off manager and take good care of the child.

If Zhang Shun merely wanted to show off her virtue, while holding to the notion that saving the person would be best but failing to save her would at least earn her a reputation, that would be one thing. What worried them was the possibility that something else might happen.

Before they knew it, the two had reached the gate of Weng City. Dawn had already broken in the east, and here Tang Feng witnessed an even more astonishing sight: the city gate had actually been sealed off by an earthen-and-stone wall built from rocks and rammed earth.

“We old soldiers can still fight for our country. We beg the Supreme General to withdraw your order.” The veteran soldiers knelt on the ground and pleaded.

Hissing, the meteorites fell. The moment they touched the flames, they were burned into nothingness. The demonic dragon surged upward, attacking the lord’s fourth son, who had launched the meteorite assault.

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Once news of the Phoenix Token spread, how could Feng Qing’s life remain undisturbed? Not only Feng Qing—even the Xie family would likely find themselves standing at the center of a storm.

The soldiers carrying the giant python were all sturdy, muscular men. Together with the python’s thick, elongated body, they radiated an overwhelming sense of strength.

The common people streamed endlessly up the mountain to pray and fulfill their vows. There was no trace of its former desolation; even the Daoist sanctuary of Mount Longhu could scarcely compare.

The eggs were gone, but there was still plenty of fried rice. Zhang Qiuying angrily scooped a large spoonful into her own bowl.

Cheng Ziyu solemnly fabricated another story and once again shifted the matter back onto Wan Er, leaving the other party helplessly rubbing her forehead. She had no good solution, so she could only stall for as long as possible.

Every day, no one knew what she was thinking. Yet whenever he wanted to know, she was the easiest person in the world for him to understand.

There were still noodles in the refrigerator. Luo Yicheng had cooked only one bowl because he was not hungry and had no appetite—not because there were no noodles left.

Yun Fengyun felt that one of these two people was definitely suspicious. After all, only one of them could have connected all the pieces of the affair.

Shen Qiqi was not overflowing with sympathy. The truth was that this entire matter had been planned by her elder cousin and the Great Devil.

Earlier, when Yuan Yao had argued with Emperor Yan, Emperor Yan had said that no matter whose advantage he wanted to take, he would never think of taking advantage of her.

The waiter was only a temporary hire, perhaps young and with no past offenses. When he saw them, he confessed everything.

“You’re not having lunch with me?” The Second Young Master Chu was displeased. It was already noon, yet this girl had run off again.

In truth, he had also anticipated that Ellie would be furious, because he had indeed given her hope of living, only to cruelly snuff it out.

A day later, everything was ready. They only had to wait for dawn the next day before launching their troops to attack the city. This time, they intended to do as they had before: capture Dingnan Pass within three days and bring the war to a perfect conclusion.

His elder brother had most likely been taken away by Yue Fuhua. Finding Yue Fuhua would mean finding the whereabouts of his brother, Feng Lan.

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Half asleep and half awake, Yang Guang opened his hazy eyes and saw a familiar, breathtakingly beautiful face sleeping not far away.

When that figure appeared, Wang Yan gave a cold laugh and focused his gaze on it. Even with his level of composure, he could not help trembling from head to toe.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Guang began packing his luggage for the trip to Europe. Only then did he suddenly realize: Good heavens, what am I doing?

Although the two bandits had been subdued, the third was clearly the most formidable and cunning. He still had a gun in his hand—who knew whose head the next bullet would strike?

Wang Yan believed that, given this world’s Heavenly Law’s protection of Cao Yanbing, it would absolutely not allow him to die so easily.

Xu Feiyue formed a hand seal, and formations naturally began to take shape between his fingers. Each of the six palms bore layer upon layer of circular formations, resembling intricate machinery stacked one level atop another. Then Xu Feiyue’s six fingers touched the six black chains one by one.

However, those seven disciples were clearly far from ordinary in cultivation. The speed they erupted with was actually no weaker than Lu Qingshan’s.

The ninth-grade fox demon had already broken free, yet it suddenly returned to the ancient coffin and was once again buried deep beneath the prefectural governor’s residence.

Xu Zhiwu was an expert in folk customs, so naturally he was the one to deal with this. “This folk ballad is rather interesting,” he said with a smile.

Before he came to guard the gate that day, his superiors had repeatedly instructed him that if he encountered Mo Yuchen and Baili Xiongfeng, he was to humiliate them thoroughly.

“Pfft.” Feng Lingxi rarely saw the Demon Yan, who remained unruffled no matter what happened, reveal such an unexpected expression. She laughed until her dimples deepened and explained, “Actually, I have a selfish motive for saying this as well.

“The Prince of Huainan and his consort are not particularly great threats. However, judging from what we have observed during this time, the Prince of Huainan’s residence has already allied itself with Master Ji and the Gu family.”

The Yin Masters had also called. All the dark energy in Zhanggang City and several other regions had dissipated. Everything had returned to normal.

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