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Chapter 161: Clearing the List

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Ravenna, the imperial palace.

Valentinian III’s weary figure appeared outside the palace, surrounded by squads of well-equipped imperial guards; although his authority had not yet extended to the empire’s frontier troops, since Aetius’s death he had gradually seized control of the palace guard.

The empire’s current commander, Heraclius, stood beside him too; this man knew his prestige was insufficient, so he remained temporarily in Ravenna to build his strength.

A luxurious

“Thank you, Master. I have to fight ten matches every day from now on—I hope you can arrange it for me,” Mu Zifei said slowly, gazing at his teacher.

Dongzi still looked like a walking corpse, unaware of how helpless and dangerous his current situation was.

Heading to the Ice Realm, he and Nalan Feixue might never exchange news again; he had no idea when they might meet again.

Behind Lin Feng hung a bulging sack, inside which lay the demon stones he had collected during his time in the Beast Arena.

“So, you can’t go from the Western Sea to the Eastern Sea?” Qi Lin casually poured more wine for the Golden Core man.

The four characters “No Visitors Allowed” already bore faint traces of gray—always “No Visitors Allowed.”

Heaven-grade cultivators can gather heavenly and earthly qi to enhance their power, and using divine artifacts still allows them to gather heavenly and earthly qi, their power even stronger than spiritual techniques; yet now a person below Heaven-grade has appeared who can wield heavenly and earthly qi—and just happens to have arrived at Chongming Island. How could anyone not suspect?

Zhu Ge Chanjuan also came to help; she loosened her grip, baring her chest, and Nan Feng let her untie it, freeing his hands for other tasks.

“What are you laughing at? Thinking you can take photos and go collect your money, are you? Fine, I’ll oblige you—bring out your phones, video cameras, pinhole cameras! Take good pictures of my muscular body! Come on, come on!” The middle-aged man struck several exaggerated poses.

“I knew it! Otherwise, why would he give me so many points?” Mu Zifei exclaimed in sudden understanding.

But since he was the hospital’s “revenue-generating hero,” Director Yang routinely turned a blind eye to his shoddy professional conduct and always rushed out first to defend him after incidents.

For Liang Long’s accusation, the second-rank sorcerer who had just been so arrogant now wished he could die.

How ridiculous—earlier he had boasted he’d let his opponent fight with one hand tied behind his back, yet the opponent hadn’t even moved a hand, and he had already lost. How could this be? What were these weeds? Why did they seem to obey him?

He had long since pledged loyalty to Lin Xuan; when he watched Lin Xuan being forced into the spatial rift by the sixth-rank Shadow Demon, his heart grew painfully complex.

Due to Gui Wu’s betrayal of Xin Yuxuan, the news reached Xin Yuxuan and instantly enraged the Lord of Xin City, who immediately ordered the Lord of Yu City to assemble troops and join forces with the Evil Heaven Continent—two armies totaling one hundred and forty to fifty men gathered.

“Oh right, I can still fly.” In his dire predicament, the Defiled God nearly forgot his own life-saving technique; now he remembered, his spirit stirred instantly, and his body shot upward, hovering high in the air.

This ruin was a battlefield left over from the Ancient Divine War era, already explored for thousands of years by the major factions of the Mingxu Realm; its exploratory value was now negligible.

Every morning after waking and washing up, his first act was to rush to the dining hall and gorge himself, then stroll around with a bloated belly and a milk tea in hand, chatting and boasting with the mysterious, diverse patients under the tree shade, occasionally playing cards or fighting Landlord.

The Liu boss also gaped in astonishment, his mouth hanging open, forgotten. Though the Seven Steps of God-Slaying began as a Yellow-grade martial art, as Chu Feng’s strength and proficiency grew, it had advanced to the Xuan-grade intermediate level—its power spoke for itself.

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