Chapter 405: The Alliance Agreement Is Signed, and a Stele Is Erected to Record It

Whether it was the old monk Zhi Xu or the Luo Immortal from Hao Ri Mountain, their expressions now—how to put it—were utterly baffled, yet deeply shaken.

At this moment, Yan Sect Master of Tianhe Sect looked truly unwell; his face was both confused and twisted.

But no matter what, his severe injuries were real.

Even the origin of these wounds was easy to guess: the array plate likely contained some hidden move of Yan Sect Master’s, which Zheng Fa had discovered and then turned against him.

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The mysterious figure fighting Xiao Lingxiao was startled by the sudden anomaly of the “Fourth Prince.” He froze for a moment, then saw the “Fourth Prince” still lying motionless on the ground. He glanced toward his master’s direction, saw a hand signal from his master, and immediately felt a surge of dark delight, his entire body radiating lethal intent.

“Affection?” Cheng Xia looked at Wang Qian with a raised eyebrow. “You think you can run? Aren’t you afraid of my revenge?” She smirked sarcastically. She now understood Ling Feng’s intent. This man had a bit of conscience after all.

While Zhuo Ran and Mo Han bickered, the others made no move to retreat; they simply found spots, sat cross-legged, and waited silently for nightfall.

Yang Long circled Wang Qiang constantly, his long sword like a venomous snake, poised to strike. Since the match began, he had already landed three thrusts, and Wang Qiang now bore three wounds.

“Hah! Though I admit I’m no match for you, killing me isn’t as simple as waving your tongue.” The black-robed old man spoke with an air of utter confidence.

Everyone fell silent. Xuan Yuan Wu Shang strained to think which of his generals could shoulder this critical task.

In plain terms, an ordinary person and a member of a criminal organization are no different. What distinguishes them is the nameless power of the criminal organization.

Following the steward to the parlor, I saw Wei Zihan and his uncle and aunt all present. I bowed respectfully. I’d visited several times without ever seeing Wei Zihan’s aunt—why was she here now? Could it be because of me, the new son-in-law?

Wang Qiang did not take this substance. Though he had no intention of belittling Qin the Madman, he had to admit that defeating Qin the Madman had required little effort on his part.

The world swam before his eyes, cruel in his heart. At last, dawn came—but the sun he longed for never rose. Did this mean he too would fail?

I let out a cold laugh, caught my breath, then activated the Tiyunzong agility technique and launched a strike—“Cold Light Radiating”—at several black-clad figures encircling me.

When Song Duanyuan heard this, his brow furrowed deeper, for from Mo Qingyan’s words alone, he could sense the bloody, turbulent struggles of that era.

The tall grass swayed gently, then a dark shadow slipped away into the distance, hidden by the wild reeds.

They nodded half-understandingly, aware that Xiao Yan had some secret—but since he didn’t want to speak of it, they let it go.

If he dared, Song Duanyuan could rest easy; if he didn’t, Song Duanyuan still had time to arrange another candidate.

And she felt that this man’s kiss was gentle, deeply tender—most importantly, he possessed a magic that made one sink into his tenderness, unable and unwilling to escape.

“Healed?” Jun He steadied himself, rallied his spirit, and stepped forward as if nothing had happened. Xue Hai still clung playfully to his robe, instantly forgetting Jun He’s earlier shove.

To put it bluntly, this is nonsense! You say you don’t like good men, that they’re not right for you—then you go for a scoundrel instead. When that scoundrel abandons or hurts you, you claim no man is worth a damn?

Xia Haitong sat on the ground like a broken porcelain doll, staring at him. Her once lively eyes now held only emptiness and unfamiliarity.