33 Weeping

Lu Qianqi seemed unsatisfied with just one punch and moved to land another. Li Chen, still caught in a state of shock, was struck once more. Seeing this, Ye Yun said nothing, though he felt a twinge of jealousy. Yet, he knew that if Yan Lingji could be so indifferent, he wouldn't dare keep her; after all, if she could abandon Tianze so easily, she could just as easily abandon him later.

For some reason he couldn't pinpoint, Yan Tianming’s presence always made her feel inexplicably nervous.

Five days ago, on the 8th. She recalled the townsfolk saying that was the day the Son of the Underworld had appeared.

He immediately grabbed his axe, attempting to charge back into the ranks to protect Fook Seawolf.

The young man was stunned, unable to fathom how Yang Cheng had managed it, but in that brief moment of hesitation, Yang Cheng had already broken free from his assault.

As time passed, Ye Yun and his companions drew closer to their destination, but they encountered more and more people. Several times they were nearly discovered, only avoiding danger thanks to Ye Yun’s covert interventions against the Soviet patrols.

Yu Jia offered no objection, so the two once again utilized the Earth Escape technique, continuing their descent.

In the end, their only objective was simple: to kill the enemy before them and preserve their own lives.

Time slipped by in restless anxiety until it was noon on the final day. If they could survive the night, they would return to the Main God Space by tomorrow morning. If their calculations were correct, tonight would be the final showdown.

As a manga artist, one didn’t need to commit real-world crimes, but one did need a heart cold enough to endure the eighteen levels of hell; without being twisted, how could one become a god?

Seeing that the hour was growing late and needing to return to the palace to arrange flowers, Mu Ziqian smiled and took her leave of Dugu Liuli.

Although Song Jiang had remained silent while Zhu Biao dealt with the others, he was a perceptive man. Ever since he entered, he had noticed his old brother Wu Song watching him from the side with eyes full of concern, and his heart couldn't help but stir.

Over the past few days, Shen Jiaping had brought many under his control. Under his exploitation, the group dared not speak out despite their anger, forced to play along while feeling utterly stifled.

***

However, a title like "public relations" sounded suspicious, and Wang Zixuan likely wouldn't take such a job.

Qin Wuxuan seemed to see a glimmer of hope and looked up abruptly. Forgetting she was still in Qin Hao’s arms, an incredible scene unfolded: her lips met his in an accidental kiss.

If Ding Xiang hadn't been so pitifully inexperienced in combat, Ao Chun’s lackluster talent for the East Sea Dragon Clan’s supernatural arts would have ended the fight long ago.

Fortunately, he was different from others; he could discharge his strength in time and instantly seize his opponent's weakness.

Although the Jashin Sect had only recently emerged within the Land of Waves, for a nation without a ninja village, the cult—which preached that members should "slaughter everyone around them"—had already become a massive threat.

"This might be a trap..." Thinking of today’s events, Alan whispered his suspicions to Su Wan.

"Beta, let’s get this straight: my orientation is perfectly normal, don't misunderstand." Beta turned to stone, and Di Leina, fearing her orientation was being questioned, scrambled to explain.

He kissed the pale, slender fingertips of Changsun Yan, causing her to pull her hand away repeatedly.

Now, he discovered he had many shortcomings, and the pressure here was precisely what helped him overcome them.

Feng Hu had just blasted Luo Ziming into a state of severe injury. At that moment, when his old force was spent and his new force had yet to arise, he tried to blast his opponent away. But before he could even raise his war hammer, his chest was pierced.

Most people showered Ye Qiu with praise for his heroic rescue, calling him a fine young man who stood up for what was right.

While Ye Qiu was busy with serious matters, Tang Gousan and his two useless lackeys weren't idle; the trio bustled off to find Liu Baoya.

Then, he saw a man in a high-end suit, tall and muscular, striding toward him.

However, as time went on, more and more people found the pressure unbearable, vomiting blood and fainting.

***

The person in charge of the Longli Martial Arts Hall must have guessed his identity just now, yet the person who came to greet him was all smiles and warmth, which only made him feel it was hypocritical.

"Officer Huang and Constable Yin of Jinfu City have arrived!" Old Li led Huang Jingcha, a commissioned officer of the Jinfu City Police Department, along with two long-term officers, Constable Yin, and Mu Yaoge, into the hall.

When Le Yi’s punch reached the assassin, the man tilted his head to dodge and lunged forward with his shoulder.

Once the dagger pierced the neck or head of a withered corpse, its movements would cease. Having found the way to deal with them, I cleared them all out in under five minutes.

Suddenly, I remembered the two stone carvings at the entrance of the Spirit Ghost Temple—they were the Ox-Head and Horse-Face guardians.

"The reason Junior Sister Zhao’s parents haven't let you touch the Three Origins Technique until now is out of consideration for your current stage. It’s not that they are unwilling to teach you, but that your abilities haven't reached that level yet."

"Sister Ting, catch!" Huang Ting was mesmerized by what she was watching when she suddenly heard Young Master Ye call out. Startled, she instinctively reached out to catch the object he tossed.

After shattering the incoming longsword, Jiang Zaiyuan did not pause, his claw raking through the air toward Liang Tianyun, sending four purple talons slashing at him.

Han Xue struggled in Young Master Ye’s arms. Seeing she couldn't break free, she stopped and said, "No. I told you, you cannot breach my final defense before marriage. Even though you’ve broken through now, it doesn't mean you can just follow your whims and do whatever you want."

Hu Zehai and Hu Zetian had helped me before; they put in a lot of effort when investigating the yin energy at the school. I never expected that a single falling-out would ruin both of their futures.