Chapter 33: He Deserves Better

Xu Miao was completely bewildered by this sudden remark. Seeing the expression on the man's face, her heart skipped a beat. She had seen this look before—it was the exact same expression he wore the first time she saved him, right before he decided to silence her permanently.

To ensure the stability of Peach Blossom Island, Li Wei did not use his image-blurring device this time; instead, he let his identity as the "Demon Lord Li" be known to the world. After all, he was a man who dared to flatten the Nao-Ao Ho family and kill a Grandmaster of the Martial Artists Association. Who would dare to cause trouble now?

It was at this moment that Ma Changlu noticed a special guest entering the shop and walking toward him.

Cohen glanced at the tall, thin, one-eyed middle-aged man leading the group, then scanned the caravan back and forth, his brows furrowing.

The next day, a peaceful morning passed quietly. During the lunch hour, the teaching building began to empty. In the east corridor of the classroom, Gu Qinghuan gazed calmly at Su Jiuxia, whom he had pinned against the wall with one hand, while Gu Nianhang stood by, watching awkwardly, unable to interject.

He certainly knew that it would be easier to do otherwise, but what he wanted was not someone who still harbored attachments to the Hunting Corps or to Biba. He wanted someone entirely severed from this world, a person of absolute loyalty who would act solely upon his commands.

Little did they know, Zhou Nan was already plotting to establish regulations in this regard, intending to eventually revoke the political rights of other parties to maintain the stability of the political system.

"Such a cute thing, it wouldn't hurt to move it a little, would it?" Bai Mocheng said with a triumphant, roguish air.

The air blade and the wind blade collided, emitting a harsh, grinding sound. The two forces were evenly matched, pausing slightly at the moment of impact before scattering in all directions.

Initially, the venal driver refused to let me into the car because I was covered in blood. Tang Youran simply shoved a few hundred dollars into his hand, and the driver quieted down obediently.

The Undead War Blade was given to Situ Yun, while the Death Hood—a mage-class piece of equipment—was given to Ling Yun. It suited him perfectly; once equipped, he was shrouded in a gray cloak, looking quite mysterious.

Zhuo Yifan broke out in a cold sweat. He thought to himself, "What kind of place is this? No wonder the Ghost Physician lives here; everything is ghostly and eerie. This is truly no place for the living."

If he couldn't even venture beyond Taihai, what face would Wang Feng have as the leader? He was determined to see what had happened. How could the once-invincible Fierce Tiger Society be suppressed and beaten like this?

"What do you mean?" Hearing Wang Feng's resounding words, Wang Hu finally couldn't help but ask.

"Lu Ci, how did you appear in this place? Could it be that you are the expert he sought out? Zhang Lide, do you think you can act with impunity just because you brought him here? That is a grave mistake."

Forget it. Perhaps the other party has some unspeakable hardship. But since I have run into it, I will probe a little later. If it is simple, helping out is not out of the question.

Lady Hua was certainly efficient in her words and actions. She immediately designated the new bridal chamber in the east room of the main house and arranged for the servants to begin cleaning it up.

When the blood-red beam of light hit the Ancestral Demon Soul Soldiers, the forty-plus soldiers froze as if struck by a binding spell. They halted in mid-air, lost their balance, and began to tumble downward.

An ordinary man can shatter a water vat with a hard rock, but to use only the strength of one's fingers to drive water from within and shatter a seamless, rounded vat—like trying to topple a tumbler with a poke—is a feat of unimaginable difficulty.

"Whoosh..." The dark elf civilians below erupted into thunderous, mountain-shaking cheers. The miracle performed by the Elf King himself had brought them hope of eradicating the curse and restoring a bright future.

To Nora, this sound was as beautiful as celestial music. His gamble had not failed; the end of the smoke and mist was indeed not far off, which was why this strike had kept his war spear from being lost in the endless ocean of bone and blood.

Seeing this, Song Zheng knew exactly what was happening. He reached out to grab Lin Xinru’s shoulder, she stubbornly shook him off, and he grabbed it again, only to be shaken off once more.

"How do you know she played you? In what way did she treat you poorly?" Gao Yu’s tone turned cold.

But now, Nora could finally be certain: the Enlightenment Stone was indeed in the hands of the "Monarchs." As long as Roy could open the doors to the other temples, he could find the stones in front of the other Monarchs, and everything would proceed according to the preordained path.

However, the damage was immense. Christina knew in her heart that while the wound might heal, the damaged vitality and the lost eternal magic could never be restored. She feared her own life would not last much longer.

Xia Yang had a vague feeling that perhaps after the Imperial Capital Tournament, this mysterious force would surface, and when that happened, it might cause a powerful tremor throughout the Great Qin Empire! Thinking of this, Xia Yang couldn't help but clench his fists tightly.

Suddenly, Yun Xian felt a breeze. He jerked his head to the side, seeing a black sphere shooting toward him from the distance.

Within the True Martial Continent, there exist beings who have lived for tens of thousands of years; they have witnessed the rise and fall of the continent's peak powers.

Song Tianji, overseeing the camp, received reports from all directions and drew a rough map based on the scouts' descriptions to analyze where the Corpse-Sucking Clan was located and where suitable ambush sites might be.

"That is doable. I will go to the Tushita Palace to find Taishang Laojun right now." Lin Tian nodded and left the dining hall.

As for such a capable subordinate, having him was fine, but losing him would not matter. Xiao Yao did not care much; as long as the Thousand-Bell White Poplar remained after Yang Tianling's death, that was enough.

Lin Fei glanced at the people behind Li Qiang. Song Ming, the rich kid who had pursued CC at the last banquet, was there too. Aside from Song Ming, there were over a dozen hulking men in black tank tops, their muscular physiques exposed, all brandishing rusted steel pipes and looking menacing.

Faced with such correct precautions—and ones that had been prepared from the very beginning—it was difficult for Xiao Yao to offer any assistance.

Having witnessed the power of Ye Feng's Five Elements Immortal Sword, he knew that the magical treasures he possessed could not withstand the opponent's attack, so evasion was his only choice.

As long as he could establish a main camp before the opponent reacted, he could drag Dong Zhuo into that hilly terrain, forcing him to fight the coalition forces on this battlefield. The Xiliang Iron Cavalry would also face corresponding restrictions; it would certainly be much easier to deal with than on the plains.