Volume 1, Chapter 54: The Situation Escalates (2)

Without a powerful backing, it could take a decade just to move up one rank.

Ma Jingfeng’s goal was crystal clear: first, wipe out the Liu family estate. Once he had seized control of the clan, he would attack the He family estate. That way, he would not only avenge the blood feud in his heart, but also make his own position all the more secure.

Jun Mo’s voice continued to whisper in the Purple-Robed Saint Emperor’s ear like a ghost. An invisible net woven from the power of the world had already enveloped the Purple-Robed Saint Emperor and all his spirit weapons and spirit beasts. Silently, it weakened and devoured them, transforming them into spirit weapons and spirit beasts of Jun Mo’s own.

This time, Wu Di sincerely wanted to ask Fatty Liu for advice. He had long heard that though people won and lost money in the stock market, many were still eager to invest—which meant that more people were making money than losing it. Who wouldn’t be happy to earn a little? Wu Di was now practically beside himself with the urge to consult Fatty Liu.

“It’s his Tibetan mastiff, you idiot!” Lan Xin snapped, furious—but her anger was directed not at Wu Di, but at the male reporter.

“Qing, please, I’m begging you. Don’t do this, all right? Let’s go back, okay? I can explain everything to you.” Xue Ru sobbed, tugging Lu Chengqing toward the room.

Wu Chuang swallowed with difficulty, but took a firm step forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with He Fang.

“Gongjin, Gongjin, please hear me out.” Though Jiang Gan was anxious, he forced a calm expression as he spoke to Zhou Yu.

The Seven Fiends Sea-Calming Sword might have fallen from the immortal realm and broken in two, but it had once been an immortal weapon, and its essence remained formidable. It was like an iron sword in the mortal world: though broken in half, it was still made of iron, still hard and unyielding. A thrust from it was more than enough to pierce the body of an ordinary mortal.

With a dark expression, Wu Yu gave a slight wave of his hand. A flash of light appeared, and a great crack opened in the protective formation surrounding the Infinite Sect, which covered tens of thousands of miles. The gap was more than ten yards high and several yards wide—just large enough for one person to pass through.

When Lu Kang heard of Sun Quan’s death, his face, already heavy with age and gloom, grew even grimmer.

“Uncle Li.” Bai Long grabbed Li Potian’s hand, his eyes silently urging him to stop.

Seeing him do that, the other people eating breakfast—especially the younger ones—couldn’t help teasing him.

Zhong Qinghe had made his position so clear that Ye Jinmu saw no reason to keep talking in circles.

But Xue Rengui’s horse, Swiftwind, was no ordinary steed. Like a genuine whirlwind, it raced after Zhang Bao as he fled in panic.

As the hours passed, the night was nearly over. At around four in the morning, something finally stirred in the darkness.

Thirty thousand of the finest cavalrymen had been taken out by Duan Ye. Now, however, Wang Meng had captured more than ten thousand men alive. The whole thing was almost laughable.

As Zhou Yuxiang left, Ye Jinmu continued scanning the venue, but couldn’t see Chu Jianjia anywhere.

The interior was lavishly decorated. The reporters sat below the stage, while Qin Li and Wen Tang sat together.

“A burial ground?” She thought of another possibility and looked toward the ground. Many of the people beneath the surface wore peaceful expressions, as though they were asleep.

Wen Tang took Qin Li’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, signaling what she thought. Without his approval, the media would not dare publish those reports.