48 The King of Curses (Nine)

“Perhaps, only by entering the Great Wilderness Holy Dynasty and seeking the aid of the Giant Hand... with its power, might we suppress that utterly malevolent dragon soul,” Qin Yu thought to himself.

Not wanting her husband’s boss to be a gambler, Zheng Yue’s cheeks tinged with a faint blush as she offered an apologetic smile to Sun Buqi.

After that accidental event, Sun Buqi outwardly remained optimistic, yet inside he grew anxious. If he could not become greater and stronger, relying solely on the enemy’s mercy or stupidity to survive in the cracks between power was undeniably a sad fate.

The celestial fist techniques of Yingzhou were ever-shifting; sometimes as nimble as a monkey climbing a tree, other times as fierce as a tiger descending the mountain—both agile and powerful.

Yet Ling Muzi’s expression revealed a stiffness; though he clearly knew Qin Yu was talking nonsense, he found no way to refute him.

Guan Yu, Huang Zhong, and Xu Huang were all fierce generals skilled in battle, but they belonged to the Cavalry Corps—he couldn’t hire them.

Knowing Wang Erhei surely possessed some skills, this Giant Axe God wielded the fearsome Pangu “Heaven-Cleaving Axe.” This axe technique nearly reached the pinnacle of its kind.

“That’s fine!” Elder Shi nodded, glanced at his panting subordinates, and let out a heavy snort, clearly annoyed by their sluggishness. The subordinates bowed meekly, showing no sign of discontent.

Furthermore, given Qin Yu’s understanding of Golden Bull, he likely wouldn’t bother with brotherhoods, for Golden Bull’s identity was far too mysterious.

“What not? Do you mean you’re not an insider? Or something else?” Zhang Xiaofeng pressed relentlessly, leaving no room for breath. Cheng Yi guessed correctly—the atmosphere Zhang Xiaofeng created was suffocating for him.

It turned out that when Li Zhejian kicked open the door and stormed into Private Room 8, He Jian, sitting in the first-floor security room, saw everything clearly. Knowing trouble was brewing, he quickly feigned an excuse at the service desk and drove away from the club.

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With that said, he introduced the two to Mayor Huang one by one. Mayor Huang nodded and invited them to sit nearby.

The silver needle pierced straight into the old man’s forehead, killing him instantly. That elder was no good either—dead was dead.

For over four years, Tai Cang had been imprisoned within the Ancient Stele space. This time, Gong Yang released him, and the wild beast he had nurtured with alchemical mist showed many new changes.

Last time, in Shenyang, he had tried every means to learn their whereabouts. Now, with opportunity at hand, he remained indifferent.

It turned out that after repairing the teleportation array that day, Ling Yu took out two mid-grade mysterious stones and embedded them into the slots, but the array showed no response at all.

After the soul tribulation, if the curse heavenly tribulation truly pierced the flaws within his sea of thoughts, it would see through everything.

To be a retainer of the Prince of Wuyang Commandery, one must at least be at mid-stage Foundation Establishment. Who would dare to provoke a Foundation Establishment cultivator?

“Today is your birthday; naturally, I must accompany you. Do you want me to be with someone else instead?” Lu Li nuzzled her cheek, smiling softly.

After Luoyun vanished, she still wore a respectful expression, evidently frightened by the previous lesson.

Watching Han Suofeng’s deft maneuvers and two quintuple kills, Miao Miao sighed in admiration, her reverence for him growing ever deeper.

The two had been trapped underwater for a long time. After quick discussion, since there was no sun or moon underwater, they ignored auspicious timing, made brief preparations, and set off to clear the way.

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Back in Lijiang City, it was summer again. The two had long since shed their down jackets. Sumu leaned casually against the wall, wearing a white shirt and ripped jeans, eyes full of laughter as he looked at her.

Qin Yibai paused briefly, then changed his mind and strode toward the grocery stall outside the window, his gaze fixed unblinking on an item.

The Wheel King had already risen to greet the visitor, yet the newcomer merely glanced at him and took his seat in the honored place without a word. The Heavenly Lord seemed accustomed to this and beckoned the Wheel King to take his place again, while he proceeded to the main hall to deliver his tireless welcoming speech.

Ye Chen was dumbfounded; such superstition was unheard of. The prince had never behaved like this before.

Lin Xuan blatantly ignored Tao Qing’s presence. In his eyes, only Lin Luo existed. Others’ expressions shifted upon noticing Lin Xuan—some mirrored Tao Qing’s, some frowned secretly, others looked gloomy and cold. All indicated Lin Xuan’s extraordinary status within the Tianxuan Sect.

They had long passed the thousand-mile distance from the capital of the Wa Kingdom. As far as the eye could see, the boundless white sea stretched endlessly. Qin Yibai’s body fell with a splash into the icy sea, sinking deep into the ocean’s depths.

“What did you make me eat? I’ve already admitted everything, yet you won’t let me go. The Song family has prominent figures—if anything happens to me, don’t even think of leaving Xianyang,” the grating voice of Song Jiayou rang out once more.

Their group was only the combat force of the Heavenly Sect—how could they contend with a terrifying Holy Demon?

However, as it circled around, it was puzzled to find no place to slip through.

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