Chapter 61: The Sword of Oath Victory!

A rapid clatter of hooves echoed.

Just as Deng Ken was preparing to arrange the troops for boarding, Severus rushed over urgently and said, “Come with me.”

What’s happened?

Deng Ken stopped and gestured to Krigan beside him, then mounted his horse and followed Severus ahead.

Severus led him straight toward the Avalon Altar Stone, where over a dozen hooded Druids had gathered, whispering and chanting.

With a soft snap, the seven-colored ribbon was flung aside, its spiritual mark instantly erased.

“Got it! You’re the captain, you decide.” Ma Ningyuan was more than happy, immediately climbing onto the war machine.

“Hello. I’d like a room, please. Thank you.” Gongben Jingzi handed over her ID, continuously chewing gum, her large, beautiful eyes behind the lenses fixed steadily on the attendant.

“Take this!” The Divine Devourer cried, swinging his long sword at Chen Tian—casually, as if boneless, devoid of force, yet flowing like water, endless and unceasing. As the saying goes, “Still water does not rot, a turning hinge does not decay.” This simple technique carried immense weight, leaving no escape, only helpless frustration.

Ma Shaoyuan had always been skilled at winning the loyalty of his men; now, with a citywide crackdown underway and morale crumbling, he paid even greater attention to securing their allegiance.

Long Yuanqing’s faction suffered a total defeat: not only did Long Yuanqing himself fail and get captured by Ye Xian, but he also lost the life of his own elder brother, Long Ye.

After all, one does not receive rewards without merit. Originally, Ye Xian had wished to decline, but when Leng Wushang mentioned that Shi Rou had previously sent someone to follow him, he finally agreed—though he accepted only the authority of the special councilor, not the same salary as the other councilors.

“Bang…” The Terminator finally slammed hard into Ye Hongyi, and the force was so great it sent Ye Hongyi flying.

Moonlight flowed like water over her peerlessly exquisite face, casting a sacred, pure radiance upon her incomparably beautiful features, so stunning it stole the breath away.

“Hah!” Yun Qingfeng laughed arrogantly. Simply avoiding instantaneous annihilation by Xuan Yuan Jue’s Severing Yin-Yang was already the greatest progress.

Yang Zihao and Jiang Fusheng awoke an hour later. Yao Muchen gave each of them a precious herb and helped them channel Qi to heal their wounds.

He hadn’t felt anything amiss when silent, but after accidentally glancing at the woman’s chest while speaking, he realized how despicable his actions had been—his face instantly darkened with shame, and he wished he could vanish into a crack in the ground.

According to the Wolf King’s guess, this Star Core was likely ninth-star or higher. Such a grade of Star Core did not exist among the Howling Moon Sky Wolves, nor was it even clearly recorded—he didn’t recognize it.

“Yang Zihao… he has indeed been sent to the imperial capital. We don’t know where Jiang Fusheng is.” The Lei Clan Lord finally grew afraid—he had witnessed this youth slay their ancestral elder, and before him he felt like an ant. His voice dropped instantly.

“Uncle, what are you doing again? You can’t educate children just by beating them,” Captain Zhang urged once more.

This middle-aged man, who looked like a classic nouveau riche, was of average height, with a dark complexion, a face full of heavy flesh, and a protruding beer belly. The two men behind him, however, were both powerfully built and well-proportioned, dressed in black shirts and black pants, wearing black sunglasses.

“Big brother, you came all the way here in the middle of the night—did you miss me?” Ye Bai asked with a smile, arms crossed.

The old doctor didn’t hesitate—he naturally pulled out a cigarette and lit one for Wang Feng. Then Wang Feng suddenly understood why there were so many cigarette butts on the floor of the operating room.