Chapter 30: The Human Traffickers (Part II)

Fearing that Tan Mingyue would bring shame upon the Jia household, Jia Zheng hurriedly reprimanded her.

"Sir, you simply must discipline her! I am a woman of honorable standing, yet she has accused me of being a human trafficker. This is a grave injustice!" Seeing Jia Zheng intervene and realizing they were together, the woman tearfully appealed to him.

"Enough. This matter is our fault, and we shall certainly discipline her properly once we return," Jia Zheng said. Feeling the eyes of the crowd fixed upon him, his face burned with embarrassment, and he wished he could—

Jiu Hechun spoke, reaching up to open the collar of her garment. Reaching inside, she retrieved the milk tea and respectfully handed it to Wu Zhi.

"You cannot even manage such a simple task! Go and die, all of you!" Old Madam Zhang roared. With her hands held at her sides and palms facing forward, she began to mutter incantations in a language that no one present could understand.

Xia Suxing gazed out the window at the lush greenery, where vibrant flowers vied for beauty and butterflies danced. The bright sunlight filtered through the glass and fell upon his face, yet he looked full of sorrow, appearing to have matured significantly.

Just as it reached within a few feet, the immortal bird suddenly transformed into a talisman. Amidst rolling black smoke, it vanished into Bian Qing's hand.

What Gao Jianwu did not know was that those Xiongnu were, in fact, the troops of Huyan Zhan, and the new order they had received was to launch an assault on Gao Jianwu’s army.

This was not the first time everyone had witnessed the power of the Great Bull Demon Crown. The Ghost tribe expert previously slain by Chen Shaojun had also wielded it with startling lethality, yet in Chen Shaojun’s hands, the power unleashed by the crown far surpassed that of his predecessor.

Jiang Qing had not expected Lu Anzhi to dismiss his opponent as too weak. For a moment, she did not know how to respond, though she could see that the youth had come to the fencing hall to spar primarily to hone his swordsmanship; earning the prize money was merely incidental.

A cold wind blew, and the moonlight, obscured by streetlights, stirred a sense of chill in the air. The empty, desolate streets were filled with loneliness.

It was not exactly a profound infatuation, but rather something beautiful—something that made one want to lose their senses and surrender to the embrace of the world.

"That kick was quite impressive. Though I have no desire to kill you, you have prevented me from avenging my nephew Jingchen, so I must defeat you." The man spoke to me with arrogance, his killing intent not waning in the slightest, but rather intensifying.

"I encountered a high-level Gold Fighter, yet he failed to withstand that move and was blasted to pieces by the Roar of Thor." At the thought of this, a chill involuntarily crept into Ximi’s heart.

Chi Heifu stowed the spirit beast’s carcass into his storage bag. Just as he was about to depart, a casual glance caught the sight of two spirit herbs in the corner of his eye. After a moment of hesitation, he stepped forward to harvest them, placing them into a jade box.

He knew that Qin Yang’s personality had changed drastically over the past two years, but he had no idea just how far that transformation had gone, nor could he have imagined that he was now a major in the military.

"Master Fairy, please go! Tomorrow is my grandfather's birthday, and it will be quite lively. It would be perfect for you to join in the festivities," Pei Yan'er said, looking at Wei Lan with pleading eyes as she joined in the entreaties.

"I just heard you insulting our family!" Hong He said sharply, clearly intending for the two of them to hear.

Xue Tingfang felt a pair of warm hands brush against her cheeks. The exhaustion that had weighed on her for days collapsed the moment Xiao Ke’s touch graced her skin. Feeling that warmth and tenderness, she could not help but close her eyes.

"But he is no longer here. In fact, apart from you, no one can prove that he ever existed," Li Xian said expressionlessly. That so-called husband was someone whose existence no one acknowledged but Li Niang herself.

Time ticked away, second by second, as the battle grew increasingly fierce and casualties continued to mount. At this moment, the enemy's high-ranking gods finally moved, launching their assault against him.