Chapter 274: The Power of Mortals

"Those people ran fast enough…"

The Sect Master flew in from afar, his tone tinged with frustration.

"People were watching Zheng Fa all along!" Master Pang shot him a glare. "Otherwise, how long could we have held out?"

Zheng Fa glanced among the crowd, as if recalling something, then turned to Master Huang beside him.

"The lady of the Zhao household refused to come."

Master Huang, as if knowing what he was asking, explained: "She wants to go to Qingmu Sect…"

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As for the clone he had cultivated in Jiangnan, he felt it was a being with thoughts—exactly his own thoughts, yet utterly obedient to his commands.

Thinking of this month, the daily exertion, the frequency so high, and no contraception used—could she really be pregnant?

Not long after stepping out, several demonic beings suddenly burst forth from ahead, their faces twisted with malice as they charged toward the group.

Though he, having lived in an era of peace, felt some resistance to such things, he understood that for someone like Gao Li, this might be the best outcome.

"Blindingly ugly—truly blindingly ugly." Of course, the claim carried more weight if one didn't stare too hard while saying it.

After Ji Da married her, his reputation in the village plummeted—his wife was simply too suffocating.

At most, they'd be locked up in the jailhouse for ten or so days, but the point was to teach the other side a lesson.

Qin Yang had just brewed tea and was about to review the village records from the back hills when someone knocked on the door.

If this one fails, the county leadership's work and career prospects will suffer massive consequences.

She laughed, tears streaming continuously; Jiang Xun watched, his heart clenching tight, his eyes reddening.

He knew full well that Lin Qi had called Li Qingfeng a fraud in the newspaper—and now he'd gathered so many people here. Wasn't this clearly meant to humiliate Li Qingfeng?

As Gu Sen saw escape was impossible, he grabbed a disciple of the White Bone Sect and hurled him backward as a shield.

The Flame Phoenix's crimson feathers behind Nora unfurled, enveloping the two fire-element longswords, consuming and transforming them into molten streams of fire.

Laiyinfeier felt her smile was like spring wind brushing willows—warm and soothing, bringing a quieting peace to his very soul.

Hearing this obvious lecture, Li Yongle offered no rebuttal; he was already grateful they'd forgiven him at all.

Hui Hui knew her mother was dead—she'd died of a serious illness when Hui Hui was just a few months old—but this child was going to seek out someone long gone. Clearly, her heart had changed; she'd rather die than return home.

Lin Xue furrowed her brows, a flicker of worry in her eyes. "Husband," she said, "should we take a detour?"

"Black devil, dare not be so arrogant!" Amidst the chaos, Wu Tianxi, the Snow Kingdom's formation commander, charged out wielding his Heaven-Mixing Halberd, heading straight for Zhang Fei.

As for Wang Aotian, he stood only 1. 5 meters tall—average height, a head shorter than Jin Gang, with less muscle, yet his frame was tightly toned.

"You're Mr. Li, correct? Director Qin has sent us to take you somewhere—someone wishes to meet you!" A man in military uniform stepped forward, standing rigidly, eyes straight ahead as he spoke to Li Yongle.

"Really? Yay, thank you, Lin Xuan!" The parrot cheered. Lin Xuan then pulled out a lotus-shaped flame he'd obtained from the Hell Fortress—exquisitely beautiful, its aura not scorching, but instead calming.

At the very instant of the boundary between illusion and reality, Li Yijie suddenly heard an odd sound outside the room—a muffled footstep. Yet when he summoned his inner energy, the noise vanished instantly, leaving him uncertain whether it was real or merely a fleeting hallucination.

He experienced all of this as a listener, but no matter how the Demon Kirin's story unfolded, it would not alter his view: if the extermination of the Silent Thunder Wolf clan was truly tied to the Demon Kirin clan, then it was a feud to the death.