Volume 1, Chapter 65: Issuance of the Cleanup Mission

"Patriarch, this is bad! The second young miss is gone!"
Bai Yifeng's temple twitched. "Gone is gone. What about the fish?"
Outside the tavern, the street had been completely sealed off. Dozens of various motorcycles filled the roadway—heavy-duty bikes, modified vehicles, and vintage Harleys.
He couldn't help thinking that if his strength hadn't increased this time, he truly wouldn't have been able to do anything about the Myriad Stars Martial Dojo. After all, Lin Xingfan was also a late-stage Tier 1 martial artist; fighting two opponents at once would have put him at a distinct disadvantage.
Reyaz held back no longer. Channeling his energy, the dark green power condensed into a bolt of lightning, hurtling toward Xu Yiming with an inescapable momentum.
A streak of crimson blood spewed from the corners of his mouth, nose, and ears. Bleeding from all seven orifices and suffering severe internal trauma, his injuries were so grave that he could no longer maintain his demonic transformation state. His robust body deflated like a punctured ball, reverting to its original form, his pale face looking even more feeble.
Igor shook his head. Right now, a clear thread ran through his mind, allowing him to connect all these chaotic events into a vivid picture.
Speaking of which, Lucky was quite moved at this moment. He felt that Igor was truly a wonderful person and now regarded him as a reliable companion—one who constantly encouraged him by his side.
Lin Xingfan immediately nodded and said in a deep voice, expressing his full support for Zhao Hao's decision. After all, he was well aware of his own strength; he had only just entered the early stage of Tier 2 a week ago and still hadn't managed to step into the mid-Tier 2 stage.
Even though the underground palace had been battered beyond recognition, this golden wall remained remarkably sturdy, showing no signs of damage whatsoever.
Although his grandfather had been gone for a long time, Bei Ming still kept certain words engraved in his heart. He couldn't care about whether strangers lived or died, nor did he want to, but if something went wrong in his own Qingyang Village, that was entirely unacceptable.
Chi Jiujiu shook her head and said, "I don't remember anything. I only remember my head feeling heavy and dizzy, and when I opened my eyes again, I was back in the white room." As soon as Teacher Jiu finished speaking, Xi Si and the others also indicated that they had experienced the same thing. It seemed they retained no memories of the time they had turned into enemies.
More and more people came to break the formation. Fang Bufan, transformed from soul blood, grew increasingly weak until he finally dissipated, followed by Ji Rumeng's soul blood stepping in to protect it. After she dissipated, it was Fang Bufan's turn once more.
Yan Fan said, "Let me check." He then placed one hand on his dantian, closed his eyes, and probed to see what was truly going on inside.
It was just that the war situation in Bingzhou was at a critical juncture. If the instance dungeon took too much time and caused him to miss the great battle of Bingzhou—or even the Yellow Turban historical storyline—that would be disastrous.
Among the nine sons of the dragon, the Chiwen was inherently a water beast. It had a great affinity for water, yet it also loved to swallow fire. Most of the time, the Chiwen was enshrined as a sacrificial figure praying for favorable weather and smooth sailing.
"Hey, hey, hey! What are you two whispering about over there? Just who did you say you let inside? Explain yourselves clearly!" Qiu Wanchang said with a dark face.
Just as Abe San burst into laughter, the boundless seawater surged over, rushing straight into Abe San's open mouth and completely choking him. It forced him to snap his mouth shut, and he hurriedly bolted out through the opening Wang Yan had blasted open.
At that moment, a voice suddenly rang out behind Chu Xingtian. "Is that so? Then tell me about it." Yan Fan grabbed Chu Xingtian with one hand and flew into the canyon.
Immediately afterward, the rope at Chu Nan's waist slackened, slithering out like a spiritual snake to coil around the trapped strange fish, wrapping tightly around it circle after circle.