Chapter 55: Impulse Is the Most Direct Feeling

Men are endlessly energetic when it comes to the things that interest them.

With Zhao Baitong’s back toward him, he kissed the nape of her neck, her shoulder blades, her armpits...

“Don’t—don’t kiss there.”

“Why?”

Zhao Baitong’s body trembled, ...

The Kun Jade hand seal suddenly changed again. The feathers gathered with the speed of lightning, piling layer upon layer atop the battle spear in his hand.

Taking advantage of the opening, Su Mu attacked from behind. The Grass Ghost Tang blade came slashing down toward Luo Cheng’s nape. Without even turning around, Luo Cheng shifted slightly and evaded Su Mu’s blade. His figure flashed, and he had already seized Su Mu’s right hand, while his left hand lightly pinched the tip of the Grass Ghost Tang blade.

“Something even better suited than the Netherblood Soul Jade for improving the quality of the Wrathful Flood Dragon!” Mo Zhiyao’s eyes suddenly blazed with brilliance, and his expression was one of extreme excitement.

After several antiques from different eras had been sold at exorbitant prices in succession, the atmosphere at the scene gradually waned. After all, none of these antiques could be considered a peerless treasure, so it was naturally difficult for their prices to rise to the astonishing heights of a hundred million.

The leader of the Masked Corps, Modi, looked at the two “people” behind him, their entire bodies shrouded in black robes and exuding an eerie aura. He frowned. The Dark Council had actually sent even them out. Although that showed sufficient regard for the Masked Corps, might it also conceal an intention to keep them under surveillance?

After regulating his breathing, he appeared to throw out a disorderly set of punches. Then he gradually grew still and sat cross-legged on the ground.

At that moment, the Necromancer King opposite him also sensed the demonic spear in Mo Zhiyao’s hand. Having only just developed a rudimentary intelligence, he suddenly felt a fatal threat of death and let out a terrified roar.

Xuantian Yi stared at the Immortal Emperor in horror. Only now did he truly sense the Immortal Emperor’s might. Yet this seemed to be merely the beginning, because after the Immortal Emperor finished speaking the word “Still,” he uttered another word.

Her eyes were hazy, tears filling them. Her heart was weeping, her fingertips trembling. Her hurried breathing made her feel as though she were in a dream, something no one could bring themselves to believe.

The people below had no idea what had happened. They saw only a flashing object suddenly appear in the sky and strike the cross with tremendous force. Then the cross vanished.

It was as though that voice did not belong to the so-called sweetheart. For a moment, some people seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhuo Zhaoyun could still hear Chu Xiyue’s coquettish voice from where he lay on the bed. Why could everyone else address him by name, while she could not? Was her love truly nothing more than a burden and a humiliation to him?

Of course, this was also something he had expected. When he had gone to the various factions to raise the matter, he had already guessed what the outcome would be.

Feng Huali shook her head helplessly. Fire City clearly held many secrets. If she had the chance, perhaps she could visit again next time and learn more about the place. She had not eaten for quite some time either, so Feng Huali casually found a tavern where she could have a meal.

Even an ordinary Divine Realm martial artist who entered this place might perish in these waters.

For a headless corpse had appeared before them. It was vast beyond measure, resembling an entire continent.

“Heh heh... Let Wuji Heaven and that old bastard fight until both sides are crippled, killing each other... Then we’ll profit as the fisherman who waits behind.”

Once again, the resounding and imperious Battle Secret Art rang out, proclaiming, “Who else but me?” Its power was magnificent and born with metallic force.

Have they all gone mad? They actually handed a “multicolored opportunity” to a lowly insect at the first level of the Dao-grade True Immortal Realm?

Luo Xin studied her manly face in confusion. Then her beautiful eyes brightened as she guessed what had happened.