Chapter 25

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Still, if these fellows dared to harbor malicious intentions toward him here, his violent temper would never allow him to let it pass.

The Judicial Commissioner was an inspector appointed directly by the central government. Maintaining a good relationship with him could only bring benefits and no harm.

Li Qingfeng strode forward without the slightest regard for Zhao Bing’er’s feelings or expression, treating her as though she were nothing but air—as though she did not exist at all. Zhao Bing’er was furious.

The dense, solid magical power made the Transforming Art seem as though it had entered a vast mass of jelly. The thick magic was forced apart as it passed through, while its own speed rapidly diminished.

Standing amid the biting wind, Ma Chengfeng could hear the faint sobbing growing clearer and clearer. It seemed to be coming from the westernmost end of the village. Beneath the silent night, crickets hidden under the bricks and roof tiles chirped softly, one after another. Had Ma Chengfeng not possessed such extraordinary hearing, he would hardly have noticed them.

Above the “well opening” visible overhead, several pitch-black clouds swept in, lightning flashing and thunder roaring within them. The weather changed in an instant. Bolts of lightning plunged from the heavens one after another, striking incessantly across this hidden immortal mountain realm.

What did they mean by letting nature take its course? With his hands and feet broken, surrounded by beasts throughout the primeval forest, he would simply become food for them.

Seeing the group leave, the owner wiped the sweat from his face, hurriedly packed up his stall, and fled in a panic.

Even if this was a technique that overcame strength through finesse, it would have been utterly impossible without a certain level of magical output.

Seeing this, Igli’er caused the lightning spheres that followed to become densely packed, almost completely covering the area around Nalan Xiusi and leaving him nowhere to dodge.

The glass in the window shattered under the barrage of projectiles. Yet the strange black shadow inside also vanished in a swift flash.

“You being angry won’t change anything. Elder Chen Yi said it himself: from now on, the defensive wall on the eastern side will rely entirely on our Blood Swallows. As for what will happen to you people? This old man has no idea. Go ask Elder Chen Yi yourselves!” Yan Xiu threw back his head and laughed.

The other cultivators watching were all wearing expressions of shock. Hundred Arts Immortal could not help flashing forward, intending to rush over and save Wang Chen. Unfortunately, he was ultimately one step too late.

“I think he was called Half-Immortal Yang. He said his real name was Yang De’an. He may not compare with a True Immortal, but calling himself a half-immortal is certainly not beyond him,” Liu Huier said.

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“Whether you stay or leave is up to you.” Although Li Qing’s cultivation had reached the immortal realm, his state of mind had yet to undergo true transformation. He did not believe that the immortals who had attained the immortal path could really eliminate every distracting thought, as the legends claimed.

However, Tang Haodong had already reached the pinnacle of the special-forces world. Jones was an international terrorist, and there were not many experts like John, possessing god-level destructive power, around him either.

Old Liu was somewhat disappointed, yet also somewhat pleased. At least his discerning eye had passed the test, which was a good thing. Otherwise, if several hundred million had been spent on this piece of junk, the loss would have been enormous.

Listening to her inner thoughts, Die’er seemed to share some kind of connection with Jun Xing, much like the connection between Tang Chuan and the black-robed cultivator.

“You are right. Since he is the disciple of an old friend, I naturally have a duty to help him. Consider it repayment for Zeng Ming’s kindness in saving my life all those years ago.” He let out a deep sigh.

From the clothing and bearing of Zhao Yi’s group, it was obvious that they were wealthy people who lacked nothing in the way of treasures.

In the presence of others, the majesty of the Emperor of Jing was heaven itself. No one dared to offend him. Yet this refined man was speaking to him in such a tone, and a trace of anger inevitably rose within his heart.

You Yuan took the crystal scroll made of sheepskin. It was the latest map of the Sacred Domain centered on the Nine Departures Holy Land, a newly drawn stellar-region blueprint of that holy land based on an ancient site of unparalleled antiquity.

The same two questions showed in everyone’s eyes. Though none of them directly questioned or challenged Lord Lu Zhen, the way they looked at him had already changed. Their former awe had diminished considerably, replaced by suspicion and distrust.

After killing dozens of third-level, second-tier demonic beasts in succession, the spiritual power within his body could no longer be suppressed. Three days earlier, he had successfully broken through his bottleneck and become a late-stage cultivator of the Spirit-in-Motion realm.

Yet no one expected that, amid this peaceful scene, certain people with ulterior motives had already begun to stir. Inevitably, they would bring destruction on a scale difficult to imagine.

“Travel pass?” Jiang Anyi froze. The eunuch who had delivered the imperial decree yesterday had failed to issue one, whether through carelessness or by design. What was he supposed to do now?

He was injured, and he had not even eaten dinner. Was this fellow truly the sort who would sacrifice himself for others?

“You’re here.” Zhou Wutian had only just pushed open the door when Hu Yu’s slightly excited voice came from inside. He knew that Zhou Wutian’s arrival at this hour most likely meant that the detoxification treatment they had discussed was about to begin.

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Asili had originally been wearing a one-piece dress. Her lower half appeared to be covered in stockings, but in truth she was wearing ultra-thin cotton trousers.

Weren’t demons supposed to be evil? Why, then, was this one willing to obey Qi Hao’s commands? It already appeared utterly deferential, nothing like the relationship Qi Hao had previously described, in which they merely used one another. In fact, Yao’er looked far more like Qi Hao’s slave.

Ringo Ameyuri’s face was rather pale, and she had grown noticeably thinner. She plainly looked as though she had not yet recovered from a serious illness.

It was not that the Scar-Faced ninja, the captain of the Hidden Mist, was too weak. Rather, the restraint exerted by the opposing escape techniques was simply too pronounced.

“You dare hurt someone?” After hearing Lin Feng’s words, one of the young men seemed to have flames shooting from his eyes. He turned toward Lin Feng and shouted coldly.

The fifty thousand light cavalry all rode superb steeds, each one in a thousand. Swift as the wind, they caught up with the Nangong family’s party on the Rocky Plains in the latter half of the night.

Xiao Bing laughed along with them. The tension that had shown itself only moments earlier vanished completely, replaced by a feeling of total ease.

Under the circumstances, Wu Liuqingshan decided to build two antiaircraft guns first. He placed them on either side of the opening at the front of his base—one on the left and one on the right. That way, no matter which direction the enemy’s aerial assault came from, it would be met by the fire of his antiaircraft guns.

At that moment, Zhang Lingxin felt utterly chilled. The strength of the Zhao army outside the city had already filled him with fear. Their disciplined formations, their determination to die rather than retreat without military orders, and the flawless coordination among their various troop types all left Zhang Lingxin feeling powerless.

Qin Zhou actually wanted to see them as well, so he did not hesitate. He took the items out one by one. The instant the first object appeared, it drew a wave of astonished cries.

Back then, when she had broken through the carefully laid calculations of the Hidden Mist Village, the most crucial factor had not been the lightning blade given to her by Ringo Ameyuri, nor the act of channeling the Storm Release into the lightning blade, Fang.