Chapter 74: From the Capital

Lin Yu wondered if they had coordinated beforehand. Otherwise, how could even their threats sound so identical? It was as if he were seeing a replica of Wang Wan—a pitiful clown of a man. Lin Yu couldn’t help but curl his lips in disdain.

He mocked the man’s ignorance and arrogance.

But what made Lin Yu determined that this man had to pay a heavy price was that he had once again insulted Lin Shiyun.

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The eyes of the crowd below the stage varied—some burned with fiery intensity, while others darted away in avoidance. Only a young man in the front row seemed entirely indifferent, which greatly surprised her.

When the machine began to move, Tie Zhu’s parents panicked and hurried to stand in front of it again. This greenhouse had been built with great expense by Zhao Tie Zhu, and they would rather die than let Wang the Rascal and his cronies destroy it.

Yang Mitao was naturally overjoyed. Last time, she had watched helplessly as Su Ranran lost her child, and guilt had weighed heavily on her heart.

Zhang Yang went downstairs in search of Zhou Fang, who had already set the dinner table in a private room. The main dish was a large bowl of fish in spicy broth.

The three of them strapped weapons and ammunition to their bodies, covered themselves with raincoats, and slipped out of Compound No. 1, running into the wind and rain.

They were all teachers at Yiyang Middle School and knew all too well the state of its development.

“Then go ahead, but just say it’s my leftovers. Don’t tell anyone I gave it to you, understand?” Lu Zhengyi instructed.

Whenever the world was in peril, that sacred figure had never failed to appear—a lineage both fierce and salvific. May he defy fate and return once more, bringing light and order to the world.

A thunderous crash rang out. Ye Chen’s palm, vast enough to cover the sky, exploded into fragments, and even Ye Chen himself staggered backward, each retreating step causing the very heavens to collapse beneath his feet.

Though Helen recounted it lightly, Qingwei could hear the pulse-pounding danger beneath her words. Astonishing—twenty ancient war trees and ten thousand elves could actually withstand an army of a hundred thousand?

“If you want our contribution points, that’s impossible—unless you have what it takes,” Lu Feng retorted without backing down.

It was a meaningless struggle, yet none dared to stop—not just because Li Changlei sat behind them in meditation, but more importantly, because they knew exactly what their mission required of them this time.

The meridians in the legs were always harder to channel inner energy through than any other part of the body. The power Lian Chengjue had injected into him had long since been exhausted. Now, with the black miasma filling his legs, how could he possibly survive?

Qin Tianhu kept his eyes fixed on Qin Yu, ready to intervene at the first sign of danger.

A pair of enormous dragon eyes—one gold, one black—gazed coldly at the ten-zhang-tall battle demon. A dragon claw reached out, shattering the void itself. Where it passed, thick black cracks appeared and vanished, interwoven with chains of divine law, holding that space together, preventing it from collapsing.

Many below, including Su Wu, had handled such matters for him before—hearts blackened and rotten through.

The Qishi Falcon might be ranked last among the list of deadly creatures, but it was unique in being immune to all poisons and could easily seek out rare medicinal herbs. Once grown, it was a rare, fierce beast among birds of prey—a treasure-hunting falcon everyone desired. Even he felt a stir of longing at such a sight.

Although their cultivation levels differed by a tier, Qin Tianhu would still find it no easy task to kill him.

“Send five more high-level emperors to hunt him down—three hundred imperial soldiers to form the array and assist!” The top emperor issued the order once again.

In the next instant, a murderous aura soared into the sky, like a primordial beast unleashed, rampaging through the vast void.

And tonight, alone at last, he realized there was a nameless fire burning within him, an urgent need demanding release.

Cheng Qingdong still failed to grasp the gravity of the situation. Having grown accustomed to oppressing Lin Erxiang, his words carried their usual note of intimidation.