Chapter 63

His internal Qi had been depleted by three-fifths, and he realized the remaining Qi could no longer provide much relief; though it nourished his muscles, the gravity pressing on his body was too immense, and the violent exertion made it impossible for him to endure any longer.

The boy turned several times and arrived at a room converted into a bedroom, divided by a curtain into two sections: the outer part served as a dining area, while the inner part held a bed.

The divine power corroded her divine core, transforming her energy attribute into one identical to Zhi An’s—pitch-black, devoid of any vitality, brimming with destructive magic.

After reaching the peak of the Ultimate Intention, Ren Tu Ying’s body had gained the ability to autonomously judge external dangers and evade them without conscious thought; he moved at will, like a wisp of smoke, dodging the flying seals as he ascended into the starry sky.

As Xie Ying entered the inner chamber and prepared to flee into the underground hall, a thunderous roar rang out—a sharp sword slashed through the void, cleaving heaven and earth as it descended from above, its might capable of splitting sky and earth; the green light emitted by the lotus platform was effortlessly severed, offering not the slightest resistance.

Under the Dark Law, those judged guilty had no chance to meet their judge, no lawyer or jury, no defense accepted, no appeals or parole. Outside the court, there were no prisons; those who broke the rules paid with their bodies and lives directly.

“But you say he’s in the room next to ours in Wufeng—could it really be a coincidence that their injury happened around the same time?” Ouyang Yang said.

Yet now, none of them had any confidence, for the rope’s length was limited, while the depth of the cave was unknown—how could they tell if they’d ever reach the bottom?

Early the next morning, while Lu Feng was still asleep, the doorbell rang; half-asleep, Lu Feng, Mo Sangsang, and Wang Yumeng stumbled into the lobby almost simultaneously.

As for Lu Feng, he could not act now either—he had saved Wang Yumeng, and if he moved now, he would almost certainly arouse her suspicion; thus, he could only suppress his inner fury.

She gave him the address of an upscale club; Du Bai assumed she was going out to play and didn’t think much of it, taking her there.

Watching this battle that determined Ning’an City’s power structure, one that might decide the fates of both sides—the losing side would likely be drenched in blood.

He could strike back at Lu Fang and perfectly withdraw himself—that’s what true strategy was.

Xi Cheng frowned in distaste at the reckless Jiang Yunzhu, clearly dissatisfied.

Tun Hua looked at his expression and burst into laughter through her tears—he could be serious after all; she’d thought he only ever joked around.

The rain had stopped sometime ago; the pale sky showed not a single cloud—if no unexpected events occurred, today would be a clear day.

The battle was fierce yet brief; within just five minutes, all the armed militants were eliminated.

Qin Sheng walked with him in the opposite direction from Xu Chao Ci; after only two steps, she let out a startled cry, then clutched her head in panic.

“You mean Chen Qiang won’t come after me or cause me trouble? That’s great!” Lin Yu clapped her hands in delight at my words, as if a tremendous blessing had fallen upon her.

Ling found Lu’s strange laughter perplexing, but even more confusing than that was the unexpected nature of Lu’s words.

In contrast, Wu Di, aside from slightly disordered breath, showed no signs of distress whatsoever.

Just now, Jiang Yuan had broken through to the Golden Core’s peak limit; the breakthrough was now imminent.

The former owner was someone who enjoyed luxury—each floor’s bathroom had a massage tub; Tu Yu worked for two days straight before throwing herself into the tub, massaging herself while playing with her phone.

After the battle at Zi Hua Mansion, Qing Long was rescued from grave injuries; An Zu became the beneficiary of this battle. Qing Long, invited by the seer Leng Ni, joined An Zu; while Ming Feng and Yan Fei, with nowhere to go and under surveillance, fought a three-day, three-night battle with Feng You, emerged as friends, and also remained within An Zu.

On the battlefield, gunshots rained, cannons roared, blades flashed, flesh flew, flames burned fiercely, choking fumes filled the air, screams and battle cries merged into one unbroken chorus—anyone present would feel as if they had stepped into hell itself.

Now that the wedding was settled, she was bored again, so she’d go to the company—after all, she was familiar with AC’s operations; she could help handle some tasks there.

“I never thought Master Huo of the Yi Yi Manor favored eagles,” Xiong Ti thought to himself—he naturally wouldn’t say it aloud; among martial heroes, tattoos were common, mostly depicting tigers, leopards, eagles, or snakes—Hu Yan Kai’s preference for the eagle was hardly strange.

Yet before Hua Rufei could reach the golden pagoda’s body, an invisible force slammed into him, hurling him nearly thirty feet into the air before he landed clumsily on the ground.

On this day in Zi Yan City, many high-ranking figures from across the Sword Hero Continent arrived—kings and ambassadors of various nations—all came to court the newly appointed Zi Yan patriarch, for in this chaotic age, gaining a powerful ally was far preferable to gaining another enemy.