Chapter 84: Epilepsy

“Could you tell me what kind of poison was used at the time?” Gu Zhuo asked with a frown.

Father Lu thought for a moment and replied, “It was a type that paralyzes the limbs—not lethal. The intention was to render us immobile, and then…” He made a gesture across his throat and continued, “This poison is supposed to wear off after a period, but for some reason, while it faded from others in an hour, it seemed to take up residence in my body.”

Just then, from a distance, a figure in white suddenly soared through the air—a young man in white stood atop a black sword, his features cold and stern. With a powerful shout, “Heavenly Demon Devour—Break and Kill!” he unleashed a gust of force with both fists, and in an instant, over a dozen large trees snapped in half, a chilling wind sweeping up countless green leaves.

Mu Xiuxu solemnly declared, “I swear, this is truly my first time—if not, let the heavens strike me with thunder.”

In the courtyard of the General’s residence, a wave of exclamations rose. The assembled martial officers and servants all drew their weapons and rushed into the yard, looking around in confusion, unsure what had happened.

Yue Longtian and his son Yue Shenglong continued deeper into the alley. At every doorway they passed, they shone their flashlight at the locks, checking if Sun Daomin and his companions might be inside one of the rooms.

The terrifying aura of Sharu hung heavy between heaven and earth—even Sun Wukong felt a suffocating pressure, as if his limbs were bound. He longed to struggle, but the oppressive force seemed omnipresent.

In truth, life is full of helpless moments; one may open their heart to others, but cannot expect the same in return.

As a successor of the Nether Spring Valley, Mei Ruoxuan would never be so clumsy as to injure himself with his own concealed weapons. With a flick of his wrist, a slender iron ruler shot from his sleeve; three hidden darts struck the ruler with a metallic clang and were swiftly collected back into his sleeve.

Very good. Very good. That damned man actually dares to lie right before me. Does he think I’m blind? Does he truly believe I cannot see or hear?

Yan Fei sighed, casting a rather resentful glance at the abyssal evil dragon, already half-dead.

“Well… uh…” Yan Fei was at a loss for words. He certainly couldn’t admit to being a priest of the Temple; if a priest appeared in a place like this, it would be completely out of place.

There were no bystanders on the highway, so Hu Biao didn’t have to worry about collateral damage. Watching the Japanese troops march forward, Hu Biao, hidden in the grass atop the ridge, kept signaling to Xu Sandao and the others to stay ready.

Xiao Mu smiled warmly, his expression bright and sunny—like sunlight that could reach the soul, dispelling all shadows and bringing light and brilliance to one’s inner world.

Without a word, Chen Yun raised his blood shield to protect himself. With a booming crash, he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, slamming heavily to the ground.

Tang Lin opened his eyes and, lifting his forefinger, sent a beam of light from its tip, which pierced into Wang Tian’s forehead.

As for those outside the Holy Land—whether the great sects or the seven royal families—Tang Lin paid them no mind. Without King An’s bounty, he could have wiped out all postnatal martial artists with his telekinetic powers.

At this thought, Yin Tianzheng couldn’t help but feel a twinge of fear. He did not know if Da Qi’s troops had already infiltrated the state of Wanhu, or if perhaps they had always had someone advising them from behind the scenes, emboldening them to such audacity.

Zhou Ruotong approached Zhang Yan, her face full of apology as she handed him a bank card. Zhang Yan, stunned, could only gape, thinking to himself—which wealthy upstart, flush with cash, would buy so many villas at once, and at such a critical moment? Was this person deliberately making life difficult for him?

Zhang Yuan knew she could no longer hide the truth, but worried that Yin Tianzheng would dislike her because of it. She didn’t realize that her expression, full of intent to conceal, had already chilled Yin Tianzheng’s heart toward her.