Chapter 34: The State Steps In

Zheng Xiaozhen steadied the swaying Jiang Cha, while Master Li stood frozen for a moment. He could not comprehend what had just transpired; he only remembered a bug crawling into his brain, after which his memory went blank. In an instant, he caught the gaze of the group from the provincial capital standing beside Deng Shulan, their eyes filled with profound contempt. Master Li could not defend himself. "I..."

Mao Jianhong waved his hand, his face etched with disgust. "Enough, don't—"

Just then, a voice cut in. "There is no need." No sooner had the words been spoken than Tianming emerged from behind the fence. He coughed lightly, his complexion pale—clearly exhausted from his previous exertions and yet to fully recover.

After hundreds of rounds of fierce, bloody combat, Fairy Dunzhu, outnumbered, was finally captured by the Dragon Scorpion King. He dragged her back to Ghost King Mountain, where he began to employ dark sorcery to torment her.

Liang Chen cast a sudden, sharp glance at the black cat held by one of Zhuang Mingju’s subordinates. Known as a "mystic cat," the black feline had been pursued and venerated throughout history. Some believed they could ward off evil, while others held that they frequented unclean places and possessed the ability to see into both the living and spirit realms.

Dugu Shuqin pressed her palms together and let out a sharp shout, causing a curtain of light to manifest above her head. Five such light curtains converged to form a massive barrier, trapping Faust entirely within.

These humans had disturbed the sacred relics they had guarded for generations; they were determined to tear these intruders to pieces.

"Damn it!" Gaia turned to flee, but after only two steps, he collided with an invisible barrier, the sudden impact sending him stumbling back several paces.

"Is that so? That is wonderful. I will go at once; Nephew Lin Zhe will be very pleased to hear it!" Wang Dahu paused for a moment, his bell-like eyes turning red as tears welled up. Without looking back, he led the wounded soldiers toward Zhang Baozang’s residence.

That shell signaled the start of the assault. One after another, projectiles rained down upon the Phoenix City Special Operations Team, and in the blink of an eye, the sky was filled with the fire of artillery.

Zhou Maotong tapped his fingers rhythmically against the table. After a moment of contemplation, he nodded again, though he did not speak another word.

"Go to hell!" The man spun around, his dagger barely raised before Lin Jie lunged at him. Before he could react to what was happening, a heavy punch landed squarely against his head.

As the layers of gauze were unwound, they gradually revealed the unsettling, empty socket of Meichuan Neiku’s left eye.

Seeing that Yin Suo was tempted, Wu Caiyun prepared to contact Tang Xiaofu’s grandmother, intending to have Yin Suo pose as Tang Xiaofu to extort some money for herself.

A sense of sympathy and kinship unconsciously stirred in Shiraishi Kanna’s heart, and she decided to execute the plan that had just flashed into her mind.

The spy posing as Wu Hua spoke of hundreds of thousands of deaths as easily as if they were dozens of dogs. His cold, callous indifference was evident, a mocking smile lingering at the corners of his mouth.

Mother Zhou realized she had lost her composure. She gathered the gifts into her room and headed to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Only by provoking the White Dragon to a sufficient degree could she ensure that it would pursue her when she feigned an escape toward the shore.

At the command of their leader, the soldiers on patrol raised their rifles in unison, pointing their muzzles toward the area beyond the blockade, where nothing stood but some withered, sun-drenched shrubbery.

With rice accompanied by delicious lamb stew, even McGonagall and Amy, who had already eaten lunch, found themselves eating with great appetite.

However, once the frustration caused by her misfortune had eased, another emotion began to permeate her heart.

Just as he lacked the strength to take another step, a weathered and resonant man’s voice echoed from above, reverberating endlessly in his ears.