23. Rebirth through Raging Fire, The Dungeon Collapses

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Like Tang Buyi, he was an elder from a collateral branch of the family. Both of them possessed exceptional talents and considerable strength, which was how they had risen to the position of elders.

The wooden table before them had been carved from Primordial Wood, while the plates, bowls, cups, and other utensils were made of divine jade.

Several people suddenly understood. The Buddhist Kingdom and the Moon God Realm had always been at odds. Whenever people from the two realms crossed paths, conflict was bound to erupt.

The architecture of Central Sea City’s People’s Square leaned toward a pastoral Chinese style, with distinct areas arranged throughout the grounds. It was midsummer, and the various green plants were a feast for the eyes, while the beautiful flowers bloomed in a riot of colors.

Yang Yi had not even finished setting down his foot when the two burly gatekeepers seemed to come to their senses and hurriedly called out to him.

“How about this? Forget the odd change. The two of you can each pay me one hundred million. So, will you transfer the money now, or shall I have you write an IOU?” Tang Ming asked with a grin as he looked at Sun Zhuangjia’s livid face.

Tang Ming swept out his arm. Li Chun and Li Mao, who were kneeling not far away, both shuddered. The meridians sealed by the poison instantly returned to normal.

Qin Yang broke out in a cold sweat. Su Yiyi possessed the terrifying strength of the fifth level of the Nine Tribulations realm; crushing him would be effortless.

Bai Shengqi stared at his junior brother kneeling and begging for mercy, his face ashen. The sight tormented him more than death itself.

When Lu Hongmen heard that desolate voice, his frail body jolted violently. His pupils contracted sharply, his face turned deathly pale, and he involuntarily retreated half a step before crying out in terror.

The arrogance and stubbornness of the Americans were laid bare here. They would never admit defeat to the Chinese. Their sense of superiority was rooted deep in their bones. To make them concede to the Chinese, one would have to completely shatter their confidence.

Several students from Zhejiang University nearby also glanced at Chen Langya with faint contempt.

She had thought that one bite would at least make Han Donglin stop in pain. Yet the development of events completely exceeded her expectations. Han Donglin showed no reaction at all—not even the slightest change in expression—as though she had not bitten him, but something else entirely.

Only three words, yet they brought tears to Nie Peixiao’s eyes. After all these years, the emperor had finally acknowledged what he had done. At last, he had received the long-delayed apology he had been waiting for.

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Xiao Fan’s eyes fixed on Chen Wudi, a trace of amusement curling at the corners of his lips. He clearly wanted to know—or perhaps already knew—yet he still put on an utterly clueless expression. Was pretending to be impressive the latest trend?

That man had been beaten by Qin Feng into such a sorry state that he had nearly died in the car, yet he still dared to boast so shamelessly. Xiao Fan truly had no idea where his confidence came from. Was it merely that submachine gun in his hands?

Yun Feng had originally thought that Shen Yu had given up. But when Chuxiu had fallen gravely ill a few days earlier, Shen Yu’s actions had been utterly astonishing. He had defied the imperial decree and left the capital without permission, traveling day and night to reach Chuxiu. For that alone, Yun Feng could not help but view him in a different light. He himself had to admit that he lacked the courage to risk everything so selflessly.

Chen Feng lacked my absurdly powerful Wind Guardian skill. After several attacks, his health had already fallen by a third, and the mage’s Ice-Sealing Art had slowed him down as well. It was truly tragic.

An Qinghua wore a blue dress, seeming like a boundless dance of blue blossoms, with an extraordinary charm all her own. Her tall figure outlined an alluring presence; her graceful curves, perfect breasts, and shy, slender waist left countless men utterly entranced, longing only to lose themselves in a drunken dream with that ghostlike, bewitching beauty.

“Something isn’t right.” Although the customers had gathered at the entrance and no one would notice the three of them here, Shadow still spoke in a low voice.

“All right. Then I’ll pack up.” Wang Chengwu was somewhat unwilling to move again when he had barely managed to establish a foothold, but he had no better choice and obeyed Shadow’s command.

Gu Chuxia seized the mute slave’s hand. The mute slave looked up at her, and that single glance was filled with hatred.

Had they attacked, the Rock Fortress Tribe would naturally have been no match for them. But the two tribes had lived in peace for generations. Why would they suddenly launch a war?

Zhang Ze and Sukan were both startled when they heard this. They took the photographs and examined them, but they showed only a few cell diagrams and photographs of partial limbs. Zhang Ze said,

Among these fellow disciples, several had come from the First Peak of the Human Immortal realm, just like Qiu Shuiyao. It would be difficult to say whether they might suddenly intervene at a critical moment.

This was already beyond dispute. He saw through the truth at once and even suspected that she had become some man’s mistress.

She sighed. She realized that she had thought of him many times that day. She wondered how he was doing now—and then wondered what difference it made. Perhaps everything had been false. Perhaps he had never existed in her life at all, and all those beautiful memories had been nothing more than a dream.

It had not been smashed open directly, but the crack had widened considerably. At this rate, three more strikes should be enough to remove it.

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Only Li Mumu and Zhou Die remained seated there. Li Mumu had not been particularly close to Zhou Die, but Zhou Die had come to congratulate her on her son’s first-month celebration, so Li Mumu could hardly leave her sitting unattended.

Although the three Turkic cavalrymen heard Xu Shaoyu speaking in the Turkic language, they still did not lower the curved sabers in their hands.

Mo Fan smiled faintly, his violet eyes sparkling with extraordinary charm. Even a Spirit Immortal was momentarily dazed.

Looking again at the energies of Kan and Li, water condensed into ice while the fire died into smoke. Before long, their original forms—a golden tortoise and an azure serpent—were revealed.

The old man was no different from an ordinary elderly man, except that he appeared exceptionally full of vitality.

“There are some things—such as the matter concerning Chen Hu—that you ought to tell him. As for what happens afterward, no one can stop you. Come. I’ll take you away,” Xiao Yunfei said calmly.

“I was thinking that I’ve finally taken a wife. Then I thought of how unfortunate it is that some people cannot see it…” Ye Luhuan answered strangely, propping up his head with one hand.

Qinxiang? She suddenly thought of the old wet nurse who had entered with Ye Luan that day. After a long while, the candle burned out. The moon had not risen that night, leaving only a few lonely stars hanging listlessly in the dark sky. The room sank into darkness once more, and she closed her eyes. Ever since Master Ye had departed, this was the first time she had felt the desolation of keeping an empty room alone.

After asking which hospital Chen Guang was in, Xiao Yunfei parted ways with them. After all, this was not a road he wished to take. Though he was grateful in his heart for everything Chen Fei and the others had done, he deliberately maintained a certain distance from their group.

“I’m not a soldier, so I don’t need to follow your regulations,” Meng Fan declared righteously.

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