Chapter 71: An Incident Occurs

“Who on earth is that person? To think they could injure you.”
He stared at Huang Zhengcheng in disbelief. He knew exactly who Huang Zhengcheng was—a master of inner strength, a champion and runner-up at the martial arts tournaments of several realms.
Yet unexpectedly, he had been wounded by this unknown assailant. The shock of it was overwhelming.
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The next day, though Shen Enran kept telling herself to remain calm, her heart still skipped a beat when she saw Lu Tingshen again.
Just then, Yang Mingyang suddenly changed his mind. He stopped in his tracks, ceased to dodge, and with a flick of his white fan, countless ice arrows shot in his direction.
“That creature refuses to show itself. How are we supposed to catch it?” Yang Yufei said helplessly.
After buying groceries, Jiang Li stopped by the supermarket and picked up a giant tub of extra-large smiley lollipops before heading home.
He and Zhao Haohai also approached Shen Mohan, both startled by her grotesque appearance.
Chief Li and Zhao Jing interrogated the habitual criminal who had kidnapped Shen Mohan. The bandit confessed that he had acted at the instigation of Guo Yunxia, Yang Guifang, and Dou Fengya. They first kidnapped Shen Mohan, then went to her home to threaten and extort money from her.
Out in the world, even someone of Jia Qiantian’s stature would fight over treasures like this—priceless, beyond the reach of mere wealth.
The unceasing consumption of spiritual energy finally made even Tie Sanxiong, a second-level Martial King, break into a cold sweat. Such a terrifying tide of rats would be too much even for a fifth-level Martial King to withstand.
In the stairwell, Old Li’s son was chain-smoking, one cigarette after another, as if lost in thought about his mother within this very hospital.
An Chu’s heart was utterly calm, as if nothing had happened, her head bent over her exercise book as she continued working through problems.
Just then, a chorus of beastly roars suddenly erupted all around. As the group walked forward, they discovered that the surrounding terrain had shifted. Suddenly, several soul masters cried out in alarm.
Compared to other secret realms, here—even if all beneath the so-called Saint were but ants—there was no notion of creating other living beings.
At that moment, Zhang Yunfei was so furious he was gasping for breath. Suddenly, he grabbed a nearby piece of medical equipment and smashed it against his own forehead.
This time, where was the legacy mark of Sili? The outcome was unexpected, and yet, perhaps, not so surprising after all.
“I will slaughter the world—avenge myself!” Ye Yong roared, but as soon as the words left his mouth, the endless blackness devoured his voice completely.
The handsome man’s face was slowly overtaken by a trace of anger. He hadn’t expected Ling Yuxi, even faced with this, would refuse to yield and instead stand her ground so firmly.
After saying this, he hurried back into the tent, summoned the generals for a council of war, and ordered all units to prepare for battle. Every soldier still asleep was kicked awake and hurried out to assemble on the open ground outside the camp. The blaring horns shattered the stillness of the night, and chaos swept through the Southern Yan camp.
At that moment, Jiang Yuhan remained in the riverside encampment. The hundred thousand troops, led by Xianyu Ke as the vanguard, were not meant to besiege the city, but merely to intimidate Murong Qiudi, to drive her from place to place like a hunted rabbit, robbing her of any chance to rest.
“Hmph, what a pair of useless fools. Behave yourselves,” Yue Qing said coldly to Xu Bin and Wang Yuan.
A while later, Spring Breeze, representative of the Wangshui Gang, entered to offer congratulations, flanked by two subordinates each carrying a long box.
In the time it takes to finish a cup of tea, the flames had faithfully reproduced every word of Liu Ming and Lord Sun’s conversation from that day, before finally flickering out and vanishing.