Chapter 47: The Tormented Love of the Male Antagonist

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The two companies of the 126th Division lying in ambush at the various high points of the grand auditorium had no fewer than eight sniper rifles. At their captains’ command, they pulled the triggers without hesitation.

“Click, click, click!”

A crack immediately appeared across the mountain. The stones hurled in every direction were instantly ground to powder by the aftershock of the energy. Although Long Ling possessed only the strength of a seventh-stage Qi Emperor, his formidable martial techniques enabled him to contend even with mid-level eighth-stage Qi Emperors.

“There is no need to thank me. I want thirty percent of the phoenix’s flesh,” Li Daoren said coldly.

The Azure Eagle King and the Rhinoceros King remained silent. Faced with a heavenly treasure such as phoenix flesh, even blood brothers might turn against each other, let alone Li Daoren, who belonged to another race and shared no deep bond with them.

“Brother, this woman offended you. Just do whatever it takes to vent your anger. I’ve got your back.” Nie Lei spoke with overwhelming bravado. In Qingdao, there was no matter he could not settle.

“Qiuyue, since you don’t dare face me directly, then I’ll make the first move! Graveler, use consecutive Fire Punches! Go!” Nightfeather shouted, giving Qiuyue a provocative look at the same time.

After a brief spell of dizziness, Shijia appeared at the teleportation array marking the entrance from the third floor of General’s Tomb to the fourth. He immediately felt a hateful gaze fixed upon him.

“I see. So it’s only this kind of trick.” Cloudhawk let out a great roar, apparently holding Murkwing’s Brave Eagle’s Rock Slide in complete contempt. “Then use brute force and smash all these rocks apart!”

“Damn it… I forgot about these enormous guardian stone statues. Their defensive strength is nearly at the mid-Heaven rank…” Seeing what was happening, Feng Tu, a powerful member of the Feng family, knitted his brows and muttered with evident displeasure, as though he had just realized something.

This one man alone had enabled the entire Liu clan to reach its present glory. But then again, if one day the old ancestor’s allotted lifespan came to an end and no new Void-level expert emerged among the Liu clan, their glory would end with him.

Huang Chongzhen knew that the island raid had only been ordered after the barbarian chieftain was repeatedly egged on by Huang Taiji. They had originally expected an easy victory, never imagining that what awaited them would be the most惨败 they had ever suffered.

Something fell to the ground, attracting the attention of one of the zombies—but that was all it did.

At that moment, a shout came from far away. A moment later, the voice grew louder and clearer.

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Ever since his master, Illusory Sword, had taught him the Universal Sword Formula, he had scarcely slept. He hunted by day, cultivated by night, and practiced his sword techniques whenever he had even the slightest bit of free time.

Fourth rank might not sound very impressive, but throughout the entire Cloudglow Sect, there were only a little over a thousand people who had attained a rank, and no more than a few dozen had surpassed the fifth rank. Ying Xueting was considered a once-in-a-millennium genius of the Cloudglow Sect, yet she had reached only the third rank.

No, no, don’t misunderstand. It was not that a sudden spark of kindness had made him want to preserve his master’s true love. Quite the opposite—keeping Cuihua alive was a vicious killing move.

Zhang Ye was startled as well. He pressed himself in terror against the tightly shut carriage door, staring intently at the figure before him that looked like a ghost.

Liu Erqiang clutched his bleeding wound. After swaying a few times, he collapsed to the ground and never moved again.

Zhang Ye blinked, not knowing what to say, but his eyes inadvertently fell upon the motionless Earl Hock.

The power behind this sword strike lay not only in the perfection of its sword intent; it also fully revealed the capabilities of a martial cultivator.

Gazing at someone’s primordial-spirit phantom, riddled with cracks and nearly shattered beyond recognition, Douya felt as though a bone were lodged in his throat.

The imperial palace hall, which should have been solemn and majestic, had now become a ghostly, desolate place devoid of human presence, like a dead realm.

Not even Tang San could do it! By now, Tang San was practically crippled, because more than half of what had originally belonged to him had suddenly been taken away.

“Father must know that the two of us went alone to that chicken farm to look for evidence. He’s afraid we’ll infect the prince, which is why he’s been refusing to open the door,” Xiao Jue analyzed calmly.

If Qian Xunji were capable of that, then with this one move alone, he might be able to gather the faith of countless people.

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Luzhu sat on the couch and dutifully watched over her princess-consort all night. The dark circles beneath her eyes were unmistakable, and she kept yawning without pause. When Chu Xuewei finally woke, Luzhu’s eyes shone brightly, and golden tears nearly spilled from them. At last, she felt that staying awake all night had not been in vain.

Wait! It was already September, and the middle of the month was almost here. University had surely begun classes long ago. Would it still be too late to go now?

Yet she was still standing off to the side with an expression that said, “It has nothing to do with me,” watching everything unfold with cold indifference.

“Why are you here? Surely the heir’s consort knows, doesn’t she?” The Carefree Immortal Physician adhered to the ethics of his profession, but his tone was far from pleasant; the anger in his words was plain to hear.

Chen Yang’s words made Xia Yinuo raise her head. Looking at her tear-filled eyes, Chen Yang rubbed her head and drew her into his arms. Her tears soaked through his clothes. Chen Yang felt a faint ache in his heart, as though ants were gnawing at it.

The figure who had once waited for him backstage, ready with water and a towel the moment he stepped offstage, was gone.

This was the protective formation of Divine Turtle Island. It could withstand the full-force strike of an expert whose primordial spirit had reached perfection. Even a cultivator at the middle stage of the primordial-spirit realm could hold out beneath it for half a day without difficulty.

Liu Hong had already learned this basic knowledge through Norikata Emiya. What he needed now was to acquire knowledge of magic in its various forms and enrich himself. Although Norikata Emiya was far from impressive in the field of combat, he was second to none in magical research; otherwise, he would never have become a target for sealing designation.

Academy City was an exceptionally tolerant research institution. Any research was permitted so long as it was not anti-human, antisocial, or likely to create an ethical paradox. Technology capable of rebuilding buildings and equipping the city’s security forces could not possibly be related to such things. So what reason would there be to conceal the research institute?

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