Volume 1, Chapter 62: It Was Her Idea

To his surprise, however, over the following month or two, I never once took the initiative to contact him. This behavior was entirely unlike that of a swindler.

Inside the grand hall, people had begun to collect the remains of the late Monk Jingbi. Luo Feng cast a subtle glance toward the abbot, who was still quietly chanting sutras, and ultimately chose to follow the footsteps of the forest ranger, stepping out of the Great Mahavira Hall.

Zhuo Qiuyan choked on his words instantly. Just moments ago, this person had been lowering his head to admit his wrongs to him; how could he turn around so quickly and completely deny everything?

As soon as Zheng Han finished speaking, she gave Lin Yuan no chance to reply and deleted him from her friends list directly.

Meanwhile, Meng Liangliang lay completely unconscious on the bed, her mouth half-open. Pressing an ear close to her, one could hear a frantic, rasping sound akin to desperate breathing. Her chest heaved violently, and it remained uncertain whether she would even survive, let alone be able to identify any murderer.

Gu Nian complained with a shudder, feeling as though something inexplicable was happening, darting around blindly like a headless fly.

Ever since their previous clash, Miao Weiting would subconsciously rub the back of his head whenever he laid eyes on the dark-skinned girl.

Before Sheng Wanghai and the others could even react, they witnessed the immensely arrogant Immortal Doctor Yang forcibly suppressing his pain, stepping forward with a complex and unreadable expression, and dropping to his knees right beside Lin Yuan.

There were humans as well as bizarre, otherworldly monsters, all dressed in uniform attire. The style of these uniforms was difficult for Luo Feng to define—while leaning toward the modern, they simultaneously possessed an indescribable classical elegance.

Watching Situ Yuntian's habitual expression of bitterness transform into one of utter anguish, not only was Yan Wugou astounded beyond measure, but even Zhuo Qiuyan was left dumbfounded.

Several more matches followed, all five of which yielded extremely bloody results; the slaves either died in combat or were mauled into critical injuries.

"Indeed, as I said last night, the rise of the Power King Legion happens to align with the current chaotic state of Ancheng. You would be wise to deliberate on this carefully yourself," Mao Yanlie stated firmly on the other end of the phone.

Without a second thought, Mo Fan instantly unleashed his full speed, transforming into a streak of light that arrived on the ground in a fraction of a second, while simultaneously snatching the object into his grasp.

Yet now, those five elements were completely bound by the dark elements, making them look like a cascade of vibrant, high-textured dyes pouring down from the sky, creating an even more bizarre and surreal spectacle.

"Bang!" Accompanied by a dull thud, Murong Qing spat a mouthful of blood, his aura withering noticeably.

"Tsk tsk tsk... Having searched for her thousands of times in the crowd, suddenly turning back, the beauty is unexpectedly residing in an old courtyard deep in the alley," Hua Buwei muttered with a slight smile as he leaned against the wall.

However, before Qin Li could make a move, the five or six onlookers ahead of him turned around in unison. They were identically dressed in black suits, every single one of their faces radiating supreme arrogance.

Kong Jing, standing at one meter ninety, was defeated in a single move by Li Qingfeng and sent flying a full seven or eight meters.

Fortunately, before setting off, the troops had lined the insides of their armor with padded cotton garments; otherwise, they might have frozen to death before even managing to emerge from the snowy mountains.

Li Yongle swept his gaze across the room. Those so-called societal elites, upon meeting his eyes, all instinctively lowered their heads to gaze at their own shoes, none daring to hold his gaze.

The weapon he wielded was a massive iron axe weighing fifty-three catties. Judging by appearances, the force of a single swing from this axe would be difficult for even mountain boulders to withstand.

Lu Ziming had specifically purchased that shop's renowned hot coffee so that the host, dressed in such thin attire, could warm up a bit.

"Is this truly the power of a Martial Emperor?" If a genuine fight were to break out, even if Ye Feng exhausted every trump card in his arsenal, he would not survive five exchanges against Ye Kuang.

This trend had just begun to flourish in the Yunze region and persisted until around 2010, when it gradually diminished as law enforcement and public security grew increasingly stringent.

"Let me help you." After a brief moment, the youth guessed the reason behind the struggle and hurriedly exerted force alongside him.

I looked at him, and he looked back at me. On his face, too, hung a profound gloom, and in his eyes flashed a similarly incomprehensible light akin to bitter resentment.

"Where did this newcomer come from? How dare he ruin my plans!" The former flew into a rage, yet he refrained from charging forward, for the numbing force still lingering in his arm from Ye Feng's strike reminded him of the latter's formidable strength.

As the saying goes, the way of heaven operates in karmic cycles. A few days ago, Captain Kajio had laughed at Captain Mitani's expense, yet this time it was the Falcon Team's turn to watch Captain Kajio experience the agonizing parting of life and death from his beloved, simply because the monster happened to land precisely where Captain Kajio and Ritsuko Sasaki were meant to reunite.

"Then quickly contact that company; we are going to requisition their spacecraft." Misaki Yuki failed to catch what Assistant Officer Toriyama had said—that was, after all, GUYS's own mining corporation, which specialized in trade with TPC's Mars headquarters.

Pan Zuyin heaved a sigh of relief—such acts of desecration against deities and Buddhas were best left to the Son of Heaven, who bore the Mandate of Heaven.

Furthermore, had Yang Jian discovered that they genuinely intended to pledge their allegiance to Yang Guang, he would have taken action to alter the current balance of the Feng Battalion, which was evenly split between the Yang and Dugu clans.

As for the Xiao brothers, they were ruthless veterans within the '301' Team who had achieved the milestone of 'a thousand slaughters'—figures who, under normal circumstances, were entirely beyond their reach and worthy only of awe.

"Then go to sleep, I'll be leaving first." Seeing that Fan Yingying seemed fully awake and unlikely to face any further danger, Liu Tian dropped those words and prepared to take his leave.

These individuals were none other than the renowned barbarian soldiers of Black Banner Town. For reasons unknown, they were traveling in a hurried manner, passing right by the youth without a single pause, and within moments left him a hundred meters behind as they surged straight into the depths of the Yulang Canyon.

Yu Yi felt an even deeper bitterness in his heart. How he wished to fight back! Yet currently, the fifty thousand most elite troops of Youzhou had been led away by that ingrate Luo Shixin, leaving only thirty thousand men in the city who hardly represented their peak combat strength. Moreover, his own wife and son were held hostage by the enemy. Fight? How could he possibly fight?