Chapter 37: Vulnerable

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Although the Qin family party was well-hidden, under the shroud of Wang Chen’s divine sense, they were as conspicuous as fireflies in the dark of night. Wang Chen was not surprised by this; he had anticipated this situation long ago, ever since he killed Qin Cang. In fact, he had expected the Qin family’s reaction to be swifter than it actually was. Yet, it took them a full three days to track him down.

"You are truly naive, young lady. We are recognized by the state for a reason. Naturally, it is because we can create weapons that even the state cannot. The weapons used by these thirty-six nations are all provided by us," the man explained.

When He Chen received Wan Qi’s call, he could hardly believe it. Had it not been for the fact that this private number was known to very few, he would never have answered a call from such an unfamiliar digit.

Though she did not fully grasp the significance of the gown, the tone and expressions of those around her made it clear that it was something extraordinary.

The Commander of the Jinyiwei waved a hand, and his men rushed toward the jailer’s residence. Alas, they were a step too late; the jailer was already dead. His body was still warm, suggesting he had passed away less than a quarter of an hour prior.

Jin Rui affirmed Zheng Xinyi’s words, and in an instant, Zheng Xinyi seemed eager to try.

Wan Qi nodded. As for going back to the clan to consult the elders... she did not take it to heart. She knew the reason herself, but she simply could not tell Xiao Yong’an.

Jiu Zhu tried her best to appear indifferent, treating Yan Jin as an ordinary person. She kept telling herself not to lose her temper, regardless of what he said.

The reporter, struck by her cold, piercing gaze, felt a sudden, inexplicable cowardice and instinctively retreated several steps.

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The patience Wan Qi spoke of was the certainty that by going down, one would eventually obtain what they desired. In the end, Zhang Hu nodded, suppressing the fire that had been simmering within him, and turned to speak to Guan Hu.

Even the second-strongest member of the Baroque Works had fallen easily to Roronoa Zoro. One could assume even their leader would not dare to claim victory lightly, or there would have been no need to recall all the high-level agents.

Right, Shui Han’s techniques were truly flawless. While his stance appeared riddled with openings, those vulnerabilities would only be exposed on an open battlefield. However, since Shui Han was leaning against a wall, the wall itself became an extension of his technique, perfectly covering all his gaps.

Chen Song regained a bit of consciousness and glared at Xiao Zhu, causing him to stop immediately. Fei’er continued to pour their drinks, but no matter how they prodded, the two refused to utter a single word about the Bird’s Nest.

"General Lin, pray tell if you have any other requests. I shall certainly fulfill them." The Heavenly Emperor no longer had any worries; the entire world was his, and a mere hundred thousand taels of gold was trivial.

This was the first time Shui Han and his group had seen a giant mother mosquito up close. It was truly astonishing; it was hard to imagine a mosquito could be so beautiful and robust. The ornate appearance of this giant creature was entirely unexpected.

Seeing the arrogant Yue Qi brought to tears by her own hand, a surge of immense satisfaction washed over Yan Xiuhua. As she let go, she wrinkled her nose and let out a soft huff, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of crimson.

"Yes! Boss Sai! Rest assured, I guarantee we will return! And we will return in a way that won’t bring you any shame!" Ye Feng said calmly.

The surrounding vines wound themselves along the pillars of the stone cage, eventually forming a green, house-like structure.

The cocktail shaker spun and rattled in the bartender’s hands, the ice colliding against the metal to produce a crisp, rhythmic sound.

Feng Qian knew he had been careless. Once a soul is injured, it is notoriously difficult to heal. Fortunately, he had obtained a large quantity of Soul-Soothing Fruit; otherwise, he wondered if the lingering crack in his soul would ever fully mend.

He, the First Demon Emperor, had only managed to step into the Sword Emperor realm in his twilight years. Looking at Qin Yan, who was only twenty-one years old and already possessed the cultivation of a late-stage Sword King and the combat power of an early-stage Sword Emperor, even he felt a pang of envy.

"Good, good. You have grown up, and I shall listen to you." Wu Ying smiled. As she looked up at Nie Xingxu, she noticed that under the moonlight, he was bathed in a soft, silver glow.

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At Master Bai’s command, the maids threw the flower baskets in their hands toward Ye Mo. A terrifying aura erupted from their bodies, and the sheer force of it began to shatter the very space around them.

The male cultivator he faced was also at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, but perhaps having been suppressed on the high platform for too long, he trembled like a leaf, not even daring to meet his opponent's eyes.

This sense of relief felt particularly intense for Jiang Xinyao as she sat in the bridal sedan—so intense that she felt the urge to weep. But realizing that tears would ruin her powdered face, she bit her lip and tilted her head to the legendary forty-five-degree angle.

"I have the interest, but as a newcomer who is not part of our Capital Collection Association, it would be improper for me to jump in and compete with everyone right away," Liu Dong said.

Flowers bloomed in the spring courtyard, and the shade of green trees filled the air with the scent of blossoms. Though the courtyard was small, it held a certain charm.

When the battle concluded, the audience was stunned for a moment before erupting into thunderous applause. Indeed, this fight was the most spectacular, allowing them to truly witness the caliber of the Yanhuang Alliance’s geniuses.

"Beyond the method of augmenting one's will, I hadn't expected this Nine-Method Divine Ability to also include such a profound technique for concealing one's presence," Qin Dan remarked, quite satisfied.

Qin Dan, of course, was unaware of Mo Ya’s transformation, nor did he care to know. After all, saints like the latter were all too common in this army. Having climbed from the bottom himself, Qin Dan understood that as a commander of nine thousand troops, one could not always guarantee absolute fairness.

"I have said so much; it is your turn now. How exactly did you slay the Palace Master of the Illusion God Palace?" Jian Yi asked after laughing. His earlier attempt to break the ice was also born of curiosity; he wanted to see if this boy, described as terrifying by his junior brother Nan Hong, was truly as formidable as claimed.

Competition prizes: Qinglong, Zhuque, Baihu, and Xuanwu, all 100% pure corpse pills, with quality personally guaranteed by the world’s number one, He Lin.