Chapter 72

Wang Ying’s flames were able to suppress the Berserk Lion’s Steel Eyes, but Huang Junhao’s cultivation level was higher than Wang Ying’s. So now, everyone’s gaze was filled with anticipation, uncertain as to which of these two paragons would come out on top today. The former was criticism, and it was obvious to whom it was directed, while the latter was lavish praise without reservation.

Lou Yi’s heart surged with emotion. Only after comparing the Asking Immortal Pavilion with the Ji family did he truly understand what it meant to be a frog at the bottom of a well. The two couldn’t be compared at all. It was laughable that he had always been self-satisfied with the present state of the Asking Immortal Pavilion.

Zhao Tong chose not to pursue; he stayed behind to protect Lou Yi. The previous scene had not escaped his notice, and he had silently felt anxious for Lou Yi. Those melon-sized spirit insects made even him, a cultivator at the Core Formation stage, feel his scalp crawl and a strong urge to flee far away.

Zheng Qiqi, although prepared to accept the deaths of her clansmen one by one, found herself utterly incapable of killing her cousin from the bottom of her heart.

Kou Jing nodded, his smile reminiscent of the kind one receives when first praised for a good result, instantly warming Ye Zhichen’s heart.

Since there was nothing else to do, helping the ice-cold beauty with some tasks to bring them closer together was, after all, a good idea.

Wang Ying had never expected that his fifth disciple would turn out to be his own clanswoman, Wang Shuangshuang.

At the critical moment, Qin Tian gritted his teeth and unleashed his full strength—legs, arms, and spine—channeling everything into his most powerful Dragon Elephant Fist, which he struck out with full force.

But he had already lost the best opportunity, and could only gaze at the boundless sea with a sigh. The seven-headed vulture now stood obediently at his side, all seven heads staring toward the now distant Western Prefecture, lost in unknown thoughts.

This face was beautiful, but in a mechanical way; if she were to laugh, the muscles would twitch unnaturally.

One said nothing, the other hurried to admit fault. Jin Yehua had nothing more to say and paced irritably in the corridor, knowing this couldn’t really be blamed on anyone, but just wanting a way to vent his frustration.

The demon realm struck first, using the dissatisfaction of some demonic cultivators who refused to submit to the Myriad Tribulation Demon Palace. Demon Peak offered generous terms.

Jin Lvfeng hung up the phone, most of his cigarette already burned down. He took a few drags, then turned, putting out the unfinished cigarette in the ashtray as he strode towards the wardrobe, pulling off the towel wrapped around him.

Zhuo Shu raised his palm to stop him. He wanted to argue, but Zhuo Shu shouted him down. Zhuo Shu looked at Jiang Lang again, coldness in his eyes, lips curled in a sneer, and spat out a chilling remark.

“Why do I feel like you’re pushing all the blame onto me?” Hua Qingyan rolled her eyes.

Xiao Zihan was slightly larger than Yuan Miaozhu, with a fuller figure, making her clothes fit snugly.

“Mom, what happened?” Yan Yu took her hand, noticing it was trembling and her heartbeat was racing.

You two country bumpkins only got jadeite by sheer luck. What we’re playing here is semi-gambling on raw jade material, which really tests one’s discernment and skill.

The warm sunlight slanted across the sky, dyeing the clouds blood red, and the air carried a chill.

Some people, seeing only fourteen pieces of icy jade left on the stage, seemed to realize something. Over a hundred people were vying for these few pieces, and with each incremental bid, even ten million might not be enough to secure one in the end.

“We’ve investigated every hospital in the city, not a single clue,” Shi Jia’er said, sipping her tea.

Everyone present knew about Yan Tan’s matter with Qiao Qing. To expose it would embarrass everyone.

At that moment, the bearded man was tugging at his hair. Not far away in the hall lay a young man.

“Where do you think you’re running?!” the black-faced strongman roared, his voice booming like a struck bell as he raised a golden hammer high, bloodlust flashing across his face.

“So what if you run into them? Are you afraid of them or something?” Before Hong Xiao could speak, Mu Qingqing rolled her eyes and replied.

“It’s normal you don’t understand. After all, you’ve never killed anyone, so you can’t relate to what a killer feels. Isn’t it time for the real culprit, who’s been hiding over there, to come out and explain?” This was addressed towards the staircase.

There was no earth-shattering battle, just an ordinary feast with hidden dangers, an unremarkable assassination.

Yue Feng was convinced of this outcome, once again inwardly praising his grandfather’s sharp judgment. Recruiting such talent in advance was bound to bring nothing but success.

He flicked his fan, and at once a dense array of sharp spikes shot out toward him. Sima Yichen was caught off guard, and both his arms were slashed several times.

Fortunately, Bravo reacted in time to narrowly block the ball, and Thiago Silva, covering behind, promptly cleared it.

Zhou Heng had no idea whom Ji Yuanhai was targeting, but the situation sounded thorny. He’d already done all he could to help Ji Yuanhai.