Volume 1, Chapter 38: Jiang Li, do not fear me

Jiang Li was placed on the sofa by him, motionless, like a doll that had run out of power.

"Sect Master, with such a mystery surrounding him, could he be involved with the demonic path..." Daoist Master Dao’an did not finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.

Dean Huang nodded with a smile. Li Yang was stunned once more, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He finally realized that Dean Huang had trapped him; those other two treasures would not be so easy to recover.

"..." Li Guanglin had the urge to beg, but recalling Chu Huainan’s earlier words, he did not dare to speak. Otherwise, if his limbs were broken before he even died, it would be truly miserable.

Although Elder Chen was an external elder of the Villain’s Sect and possessed strength far superior to Zhou Feng, he lacked any air of arrogance. From beginning to end, he spoke to Zhou Feng with extreme humility. Even now, Zhou Feng remained seated while the elder stood before him, head bowed.

Li Zhuyi looked back at the group of a dozen or so people and nodded in agreement. "So, the implication is that there are still some people outside waiting to pick us up, then?" Li Zhuyi keenly detected the hidden information in Lin Xiyuan’s words.

"Will it work?" Although Xu Youran had blind trust and faith in Chu Huainan, she still found it hard to believe; after all, this was something impossible for anyone else to achieve.

"What!" It would have been better not to look, but having looked, how could he stay calm? He saw Pangu and a Buddhist Bodhisattva locked in a fierce battle in the sky. A black ancient sword seemed to be tearing the heavens apart, while twenty-eight sarira beads shimmered like stars in the firmament.

Looking at the "Sister Meow" lying dead on the floor, Lu Ling frowned, reached for a tissue from the box on the desk, and wiped his hands carelessly.

"You’re still making excuses! If you didn't hit him, did he just bruise himself?" Director Sun accused him relentlessly.

"This is the Bureau of Military Affairs. We are here to talk, and incidentally, I am bringing you to meet some people." Long Ling nodded upon hearing this. She sat in her wheelchair and was pushed into the compound. The man at the gate looked around to ensure no one was watching before closing it.

"No more smoking! Open the window to let the air out; Luo Luo doesn't like it," Lu Zhi commanded immediately.

The disciples of the Wu Sect did not stop; instead, they grew more frenzied, shouting and surging toward the ten geniuses of the China Medical Hall, led by Li Jieyi.

He was a highly esteemed businessman in Jinling, the vice president of the Jinling Chamber of Commerce, a member of the Jinling Municipal Committee of the CPPCC, and a prominent social figure of great reputation.

Ye Tangmu stared into her infatuated eyes, his heart suddenly tightening. It seemed Luo Qimo truly liked him; such a gaze could not be faked.

Without exception, they were either subdued by Ji Rui, captured by Song Keqing, or, in the case of the more troublesome ones, directly suppressed by Xuan Yan himself.

"Liu... Liu Hao... Boss Nian is being crushed by you and can't speak," seeing Boss Nian’s miserable state, appearing as though he might be crushed to death at any moment, the Wild Dog Daoist could not help but speak up to warn him.

"Just do what you can. Your body hasn't fully recovered, so please don't push yourself, you understand?" Ling Mo instructed with concern.

Backstage, Li Yu nodded earnestly after reviewing the freshly minted data report, finally setting his anxious heart at ease.

However, at this moment, the combat mecha showed absolutely no signs of remaining functional.

Chu Xiao and Shi Yu exchanged a glance before leaping onto a nearby pirate ship. The vessel rocked violently, and to avoid being separated, Shi Yu threw herself into Chu Xiao’s arms, while he gripped the mast tightly.