Volume One, Chapter Ninety-Three: At that moment, the sword was only 0.01 centimeters from my throat.

They were only two rooms apart, with barely a few yards between them; it was nothing more than a matter of taking a few steps. What was there to be nervous about?

The next instant, a mighty surge of blood-red divine power erupted from the Blood Dragon, shooting straight into the heavens and piercing through sky and earth. Waves of scarlet divine energy wrapped around it, sending out layer upon layer of ripples.

But Xu Xian was too shy. When he saw Bai Suzhen, he did not know what to say, and even felt a little flustered.

“Seeking death!” The old man flew into a rage, drew a longsword, and sent out an unmatched arc of sword light as he struck.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and left the council hall, leaving Wang Pu alone in his chair, thinking by himself.

“Brother Fan... how could I possibly lie to you? The docks have not been peaceful lately, so the boss simply moved here. No matter how we tried to persuade him, he would not listen,” the man said to Chen Fan with a troubled look.

“Relax. I know exactly what to do to ensure my objective is achieved to the greatest possible extent!” Feng Chen smiled, a trace of unusual determination flickering in his eyes. His tone was calm, yet it still left Shi Yu with a strange, uneasy feeling.

No sooner had he spoken than a flash of light appeared, and a young man stepped out from the Ninefold Pass, his aura somewhat unstable and his appearance rather disheveled.

That day, Wang Ze finished his medicinal bath and went with Cheng Hu to the school. From a distance, they saw the school thrown into chaos, as if war had broken out, and they had no idea what had happened.

The guard beside the carriage, Li Tong, immediately bellowed. If Jiang Ri refused to speak, what would follow was a brutal flogging meant to cow him into submission.

If this set of armor were given to them, the Ye family’s overall combat strength would rise by at least another tier.

Every Soul-Eating Night, Hecarim would charge toward that temple in a devastating assault, only to ruin himself in the end and retreat into the depths of the Black Mist to await rebirth. That was why Thresh was certain the temple must contain someone capable of dealing with Hecarim.

All those orders were ignored. The explanation was always the same: the communication system was broken, and the messages had never been received at all.

The barrage of comments had already exploded. No matter how Chu Feng tried to explain himself, the viewers simply would not believe him, and it left him with a pounding headache.

Several of them finished packing up and prepared to head back. Seeing that the time was about right, Li Feng decided to return and deal with Big Fat Head.

Without a proper spirit vein to generate and gather spiritual energy, one could hardly even maintain one’s own cultivation, let alone advance any further.

Yun Qiguang studied everything carefully and, based on that morning’s training, proposed several more revisions.

Liu Zihao went to the second floor and ordered an entire table full of dishes. That spendthrift nonchalance made Chu Feng exclaim in admiration.

After grabbing a quick bite and returning to the rented room on the Chang’an side, he turned on the air conditioner and immediately lay back down on the bed, returning to Hong Kong. In a flurry, he dressed himself and had no choice but to take a taxi. Hong Kong taxis come in three kinds: urban taxis, New Territories taxis, and outlying islands taxis.

They said he was going to rest, but in truth he was not allowed to rest at all. Qian Hui said she wanted to check whether I, this withered and fallen blossom, had been fooling around with that foreign woman.

Fortunately, at that moment, the Hai family’s deputy patriarch, who had arrived first, quietly told Hai Wuyan about what had just happened.

“Hmph, what sort of ninjutsu is this? Let me have a look. I refuse to believe I won’t be able to learn this technique within a month!” Kakashi said coldly, arms folded across his chest.

After ordering some dishes, the two of them enjoyed a hearty meal before heading back toward the academy. After all, today was the drawing of lots, and tomorrow would be the official match.

Although the teams from Cloud Hidden Village and Sand Hidden Village were not weak, the two teams from Sand Hidden Village had already been routed by the village alliance.

“Tell me what your problem is. I’m really not lying to you; this is an ancestral healing art,” Lin Mu said, raising an eyebrow.

Jing Long did not send anyone in pursuit, because he knew that even with one arm severed, Jing Hu was still extremely formidable. Sending people after him would be no different from sending them to their deaths.

If there were ever another chance, South China Holy City would surely be slaughtered to the last. Since they finally had a chance to leave, how could they possibly not go?

“I’m saying, isn’t this a little too ostentatious?” Carlvit looked at the mountain-like corpse before him and gave a bitter smile.

On the city wall, after seeing the Holy King of Fierce Wind make his move, Leng Jue showed not the slightest panic. Instead, he glanced at the Heavens, the Chaos Demon Ape, the Ancestor of the Five Elements, and the others.

“Zhou Yun, we’ve finally lured that old bastard out. That old fellow is unfathomable; he is far stronger than Martial Heaven Son!” The imperial jade seal grew anxious and hurriedly reminded Zhou Yun from the side.

But the fact is, we cannot let Emperor Yuan Kang know, and we certainly cannot act as though we do not know where the Yizhou treasure is.

“That’s what I was thinking too. The urgent task is to find evidence to prove our innocence first,” Chu Nan said with a nod.

“Good, good, wonderful! This is the very spirit of martial arts in Linhai. We’ll go together. Even if it’s a dragon’s pool or a tiger’s den, we’ll storm it together!” Lin Hu cried out in excitement as well.

Back then, after they escaped from the chieftain’s cave, they had been recuperating in Liu Family Village. After more than a hundred years of development, the village had taken shape, with a population of more than two thousand.

After all, in today’s martial world, which cultivator does not stand behind a great sect or powerful clan? And as long as one has strength, making money is easy. A casual act of serving as an offering for some family can bring in a fortune.

After witnessing the terrifying killing power of the 155 mm cannon and its immense psychological pressure on soldiers, the British were probably being led by the nose into the Russian tank-design philosophy that says caliber is justice.

She had seen this from the moment Sun Xian was locked in the secret chamber. Even when he was dejected, he still chose the cleanest place in the chamber to lie down.

Hanzo felt as though this man had moved him. He decided to treat him and took out an antidote for the giant salamander, feeding it to him at once.

“Let’s look again. No matter what, we have to get that spirit herb. This is our only chance,” Chen Junyao said, a look of resolve appearing in her beautiful eyes.

Likewise, this was why the two of them had so willingly allowed Ye Feng to become the new clan chief of the Violet Flame Clan. Although Ye Feng was not a pure Violet Flame warrior, that did not matter. They had both realized that only Ye Feng, the one capable of making the Dragon-Blood Scale Blade recognize him as its master on its own, could bear this tremendous responsibility.