Chapter 609: Murder Without Saying a Word, Yet Still Punishing the Heart

At a ferry crossing on the Bianzhou Canal, many laborers were hauling timber and stone. Not far away, a massive square‑shaped building surrounded by walls was being hurriedly constructed amid the clanging of drums.

The laborers sweated like rain; even though early spring still carried a hint of chill, they still wore thin jackets and dug the earth, moving like ants relocating their home.

In terms of occupied area, it was no less than a small town.

That was the new "Tai Cang" the court was preparing, specifically for stockpiling.

"What do you call that? You didn't say it like that before; you swore back then that using Xuan Xuan as bait could forever eliminate future trouble, but now…" Chen Youyou pressed the point without mercy.

A voice of boundless authority thundered down from the Ninth Heaven; even the Jade Emperor intervened.

Yet interpretations of the Dao have always been subjective; to prove it definitively is exceedingly difficult, and even the many Nascent Soul elders on the field lack the power, so after a short while they sighed inwardly and turned their gazes back to Gao Yulou.

Forget it! Though I'm a clueless hot‑blooded youth with a thick skull, I haven't become so stupid as to lose my mind; ideas are fine, but acting on them impulsively is a suicide‑like punishment.

Kidora was about to be disappointed, but Xu Yifan looked up unperturbed, a thoughtful expression on his face. As Dona Tairuo had said, Xu Yifan's spiritual power is almost miraculous; although Kidora has a unique skill to trigger spiritual attacks, his total spiritual power is not much weaker than Xu Yifan's.

Wherever Mu Tuo passed, buildings collapsed; a massive block of structure fell from the sky, about to crush a stunned family of three on the road.

In his view, with the terrifying explosive force of his Nine Tribulation Divine Power combined with the essence‑grasped Heaven‑Crushing Fist, even a senior martial master would be gravely wounded by a single punch.

"Aren't you worried that Chen Yiyuan might break his promise?" Ling Zuer couldn't help asking, seeing the guy brimming with confidence, surrounded by police yet remaining calm, making Ling Zuer want to strike him down.

Lin Yi calculated that, at the speed of the Qingwu Beast, it would take about eight days to arrive, so he wasn't in a hurry; he sat cross‑legged on the beast's back to cultivate and solidify his realm.

While speaking, Master Yao Yuexuan's breathing grew slightly rapid; after all, the unknown is the most terrifying, and now he was a bit unsettled, wishing he could immediately smash open Gao Yulou's skull to see where the antidote truly lay, instead of babbling on.

A resonant voice rang through the camp, drawing every official's eyes to turn in the direction of the sound.

Jiang Yeying did hear some movement, but when she saw Qingxu's "Silence" gesture, she obediently shut her mouth.

Such cultivation techniques and martial arts are not abundant in the Manwu Hall, yet they're not as scarce as imagined; with sufficient talent and enough contribution to the Hall, one is still eligible to practice them.

"Release them, and I guarantee with my reputation that we will not move you for a whole week!" Liu Haitao, whose face had been sullen for a long time, finally made a concession.

Yuan Shao recruited Guan Hai, a Yellow Turban bandit, from Qingzhou, and could also call on Zhang Yan of the Black Mountain army. Wang Lei paced back and forth excitedly, but after a moment of thought his joy faded, replaced by deep worry.

Ming Xin was startled by the words and asked, "What do you mean?" A sudden uneasy feeling washed over him, a chill spreading through his body, and he even shivered.

Whether it's Jin Shao or the Qin brothers, both are powerful warriors, yet when faced with the awe‑inspiring might of landslides and earth‑splitting, they clearly cannot withstand it.