Prisoner-3

In the temporary camp of Lingyin Pavilion, twenty Golden Core cultivators who had taken the Three Gods Body-Refining Pill stood in neat formation before Immortal Crane, heads bowed, awaiting his admonition.

“What a mess. Just look over there!” Sang Yurou pointed to a corner.

In the arena, the disciple of Qi Yun Sect, who had been struck away by Xiao Chen’s palm, looked at him as though he had suffered unbearable humiliation.

The Darkflame was the highest grade of ghostly fire from the netherworld, fiercer even than the fire imbued with the power of Yin used by the White Warden. Whether it was the air, space itself, or even the Borderlands that ought not to exist, all suffered unprecedented devastation.

Beside them, An Xiao could not help but worry about Jing Shuying; she had eaten a hearty breakfast, and now she was drinking so much soup—she hoped the girl wouldn’t overeat.

So the matter of Huo Ting’s appearance had nothing to do with Gu Min? Zhuang Qingqing mused to herself.

There is no need to stay together through thick and thin, nor to forget one another in the rivers and lakes. If you are here, that is enough. Life is but a fleeting dream; bitter and sweet, meeting you leaves no regrets.

Zhuang Qingqing was utterly bewildered. At last, she shifted her body and turned to look at Huo Lingfeng, who always waited behind her, only to find that he was already snoring softly, having fallen asleep.

“You... you bastard...” The man clenched his fists and suddenly swung with all his might, desperate to vent his fury.

Shi Feng loathed these cultivators to the bone. In an instant, he appeared before the last one and dispatched him in just two moves.

Between the fingers of the Invincible East, powerful and chilling inner force condensed into silver needles that shot through the sky like bullets, yet far more lethal.

Indeed, the Ming Sect had secretly committed acts against the court—robbing official salt, ambushing officials, and the like—but all in secret; no one in the jianghu knew. How did the other side find out?

“Investigate who wrote these articles. I want to see who is spreading rumors and causing trouble! And as for the owners of these newspapers, give them a warning!” Dongfang Yi tapped the headline of the newspaper as he spoke.

“All right, Your Highness, here is the painting you requested.” The man presented the artwork and then quietly withdrew. Nan Ye slowly unfurled the painting, the smile never leaving his lips.

For centuries, the cultivation world of Huaxia had relied on the influence of the Xuanyuan family to survive. Without them, the world of cultivators would have vanished hundreds of years ago, and there would be no such thing as the Dragon Group.

The Grand Sword Technique and the Heavenly Demon Assault Technique clashed in midair, making the heavens tremble. Ye Yu and Li Jiayuan were sent flying dozens of yards. The few remaining cultivators in the array below were left aghast by the display.

“Brother Yi, it seems you don’t want to see me. So many times you’ve come to America, I asked you out, and you always said you were busy with work. In these past few years, we’ve barely met at all,” Fang Anya pouted, looking aggrieved at Dongfang Yi.

Still, he understood now why she doted on Lili so much; when it mattered, the girl was truly obedient.

Chu Xuhua and Chu Tingchuan shared the same thought. And as for Mo Liang, what good would come from killing Ning’er? What could she gain? It would only bring trouble upon herself—only a fool would act that way.

The monkey was about to climb higher when a sudden gust of wind swept by, and a dark round object brushed past him.

LeBron James was clearly shaken. Hailed as a prodigy, a once-in-decades talent, he was now falling behind Sun Zhuo. Sun Zhuo had already made the All-Star team, yet James, the top draft pick, had not.

Gu Feng’s words were for the ears of Han Qingliang’s backers, He Yan’s supporters, and most of all, for Lord Yang.

To call Gu Feng a legend is already selling him short; now, he is almost mythic.

The decisive factor in warfare is not only advanced weaponry, but also advanced talent. Sadly, such people are few and far between.

“If bringing them back would only trouble the Marquis, then leave them—this is his will! Everyone is dead; no one will know it was us!” the man in black sneered.

Outside the carriage, flames raged. Two men in black lay in pools of blood. The carriage itself was engulfed in fire; any delay in escaping would mean being reduced to ashes.

“There’s nothing left! The young masters outside have already bought everything up. Some even sent people to buy what little remained and had it delivered straight to their mansions!” the steward said with a wry smile.

“Your Majesty, the facts have been verified—it was indeed the Five-City Garrison! The ones outside are from the Central City division; the other four are inside, blocking the main routes!” Wang Cheng’en replied.

According to custom, when the highest military commander, the Yili Jin, was seriously wounded or killed and could not fulfill his duties, command would pass to his deputy in succession. In a normal tribe, this would take little time—military matters brooked no delay—but for the Kazan clan, it was a disaster.

His white hair grew ever longer; the Firebird could not even touch Uchiha Madara’s body before being extinguished by his flowing locks.

“All right, then...” Zhang Ye, as wilted as an eggplant struck by frost, meekly returned to the table for another breakfast.

“That’s true, but if we come again, they’ll probably raise the price. Negotiations will be much tougher then,” Zhang Man calculated.

Outside, darkness still prevailed, but dawn was not far off. This was the deepest hour of the night, yet by the lamp’s glow, the surroundings were still visible.

“Nonsense! A bounty of only ten thousand taels of gold? As if our Tiger Hall would care. But today, your life is forfeit!” said a fully armed subordinate beside the fat man.

Yet orders could not be disobeyed. Retreating without the proper signal was a capital offense—death without pardon.

The staccato gunfire, though unable to harm Xia Caijue, distracted him. Glancing at the group on the riverbank, he sneered, “Insects.” With a downward gesture, the men on the shore were instantly flattened into bloody pancakes.

After deliberation, the insect-men decided to retreat to camp. As for the lion-men, since they were useless, they could deal with them later.

The other damage-dealing classes just needed to focus on the boss, while the healers kept everyone alive.

“This...” Chen Gong looked helplessly at Changtian. “Fengfang hasn’t even done anything yet, why talk of exterminating her entire clan?”