Volume One, Chapter 49: No One Can Prove Your Innocence

This was the most substantial offer Han Li could make. Although this condition caused Yulian Jiang and Zhang Xiong’s eyes to flicker with interest, they said nothing, for they all understood that if Situ Lan were to lose control, despite their current advantage, this was ultimately Situ Lan’s territory. Outside, there were still five or six hundred of Situ Lan Dongsheng’s men.

Apart from Lin Han, who attended the opening ceremony, the other SSR team members gathered around the television, watching the live broadcast of the competition simultaneously.

“Then I shall wait for that day,” Lu Qingyi said as she selected a pair of earrings from her makeup box, finally picking up a pair of white jade earrings.

A bolt of lightning appeared, stretching out immense branches of light and electricity like a colossal dragon, clawing across the sky and illuminating more than half of it in an instant.

Madam Zhao stepped back and closed the door firmly. Li Niang took a prepared medicine from her sleeve and sprinkled it into the wooden bucket.

Yet, despite this, they could not do without their henchmen. Without them, were they to go door to door begging for money themselves?

“Once you escape, are you sure you can find Elena?” Wu Yu gazed at Zhuoma, a gentle smile curving his lips.

Many began to cheer, for Ye Xiao had just prevented an explosion. Those who had been panicked moments before were now joyful, feeling saved.

“Everyone, since we all aspire to seize the secret manual, why not strike together and settle this on the field?” Wu Tianhu shouted loudly.

After a farce, Ye Xiao’s private room finally quieted down. The commotion was so great that news of Situ Jianwang being beaten spread like wildfire.

“I said disperse, do you not understand?” Hong Pengyun, leader of the Iron Armor Sect, vented his anger helplessly. At this moment, the arrival of these capable lieutenants seemed only to invite scolding.

“Hello, I am Tang Chen, a cultivator of the Seven Immortals Sect,” Tang Chen introduced himself to Su Ya.

The smiles on the faces of Li Shenghu, other Li family members, advisors, and generals vanished, replaced by displeasure.

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Their cultivation levels were similar; the gray-haired youth from beyond the domain was slightly higher, roughly at the fourth tribulation stage. Yet, against the fierce and unmatched Fu Zhongshan, he was more defensive than offensive, bearing many knife wounds.

Since descending into the snake cave, they had yet to encounter the Black Old Woman. They had thought she was not inside, only to discover she was indeed there.

As for the others, they remained temporarily unharmed. The battlefield was too vast, and Qin Chuan needed time to reach the reinforcements.

The most critical point was the power of oblivion’s harm to cultivators. Being oblivion itself, how could one be reborn?

But this was a grave mistake. No matter what, he should not have acted so impulsively then. Perhaps Zhang Yizhi had wanted him to be rash from the start, choosing a direct approach to converse with him. Luo Xiansheng realized that the conversation had already fallen into Zhang Yizhi’s verbal trap.

After completing these actions, Tian Xuanzi took a slight breath, then glared fiercely and shouted, “Withdraw!” The wooden sword soared again, spinning once before flying back into the sheath behind Tian Xuanzi.

“The five below have also arrived. I’ll handle them for you. You just focus on interrogating here,” Kunpeng said.

“I don’t care,” A Dong said and forcefully trapped my foot between his own two.

Jun Jie watched these videos all through the night. Early the next morning, Xue Feng and the others rushed over, finding Jun Jie’s eyes bloodshot.

“Ingrate!” Gu Qianyi finally spat this out, instructing his assistant to arrange a car for Mu Yang before ordering the driver to head to the school.

Xiao Yingdi endured waves of severe back pain, walking over to Bi Zhu, wrapping her cold body in an attempt to warm her. Yet, continuous coughing left her unable to utter a word of comfort.

If someone wished to accompany him, Mu Yang naturally had no objection, especially since the person was such a likable elder sister figure.

Casualties mounted. The forty thousand creatures crowded together like a slaughterhouse, where the weak must be eliminated.

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“Qianyi, I’m thirsty. Give me some water!” When Mu Yang awoke, she felt parched and instinctively wanted Gu Qianyi to pour her some water.

Turning his head to survey the surroundings, Lam carefully examined and found no trace of pureblood vampires in this generation, instantly relaxing.

“Cousin, what does Lin Yuhan’s disappearance have to do with me? Why do you say I took her somewhere? Didn’t you also dislike Lin Yuhan? And yet, you still want to find her?” Qiu Chenchen said indignantly.

Feng Minzhi ignored him, grasped a silver needle, and plunged it fiercely into the Dazhui acupoint at the back of his neck. Then, touching the tea cup on the table, he flicked his finger, causing flames to rise from the cup.

“Could it be because of that spiritual mine incident?” Bei Ming Kunpeng, head of the Bei Ming clan, asked with suspicion.

I hoped Yuanyuan was safe. As long as she was unharmed, no matter if she were to face the king of hell and be cast into the eighteenth level of hell, I would bear it without complaint. But it was pitiable for the parents and grandparents who had raised her with such hardship; they would be heartbroken.

“Always bullying me…” Qiu Luoling’s beautiful eyes were hazy, yet at that moment Yun Ling moved again, then stopped.

Her face instantly flushed with anger. She snorted coldly, her murderous gaze terrifyingly fixed on Lin Li.

“Heh, not bad, just flesh wounds,” Yang Yi laughed, though the coldness in his eyes deepened. He pulled out the forty-seven silver needles from his arms—part of a set totaling 365 needles. The shackles were all unlocked, but he did not hurry to rise, instead crossing his legs and silently watching the three before him.