Chapter 64: This One

Qi Hao lay on the hotel bed for a short rest, felt the alcohol had mostly worn off, then began to confirm his mission completion.

The mission had actually been completed several days ago.

But Qi Hao had never been in the mood to confirm it.

He went in person to deliver the supplies—partly out of dissatisfaction with those so-called big shots, partly because he had friends going along.

It wasn’t unrelated to the mission, but he didn’t go solely for the mission’s sake.

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“Don’t let it succeed! Spirit Realm’s Dead Domain, crush it!” the King of Hell roared, spitting out another stream of essence blood—this time, he sacrificed ninety percent of his own lifespan. If this failed, he feared he wouldn’t live much longer.

“It’s a vengeful spirit! Everyone, be careful—don’t let it touch you, or you’re in trouble!” a seasoned adventurer quickly threw himself to the ground.

After over a hundred exchanges with Lian Jue, Fei Qianlan’s movements began to flow seamlessly—gradually, he grasped an extremely profound insight. Before his opponent, he seemed to transform into a wisp of smoke, even a single leaf—his form appeared chaotic and without pattern, yet secretly aligned with an elusive rhythm.

To increase the success rate, Liu Feiyu allowed Yin Ying to attempt it in the Ouyang family’s top-tier cultivation chamber, where mana concentration was over ten times higher than outside. If it still failed, Liu Feiyu could only say his luck was terrible—and Yin Ying’s potential was mediocre at best.

On the outer ring highway, seven or eight luxury supercars sped past, leaving beautiful trails, occasionally drifting, savoring the thrill and shock of high-speed motion on mind and senses.

How could a Two-Star Dou Zong possibly endure this!? When he first met “Xiao Lin,” the other was a Dou Huang—he himself was a Two-Star Dou Zong.

Just as when he cultivated internal energy, snake blood and gall helped him complete in a short time what others spent lifetimes achieving—later came Xue Puti, Qilin Pills, Dragon Yuan, Five Spirit Pearls, and so on.

After exiting the Jing-Shen Expressway at Qian’an exit, He Shang picked them up and drove along the provincial road all the way to Qianxi County.

Immediately, over a hundred Saint-level experts shed their disguises, all revealing their battle stances, and retreated at once—under these circumstances, only a fool would attack Kabei City.

The two had once been bosom friends, but since Liu Yuhen transformed ten years ago from the elegant “Jade-Faced Gentleman” into this monstrous form, every fight became a reckless, death-seeking assault—he seemed to crave death.

Xiao Chen screamed silently in his heart, weeping and crying out, trying to warn the Xiao family around him.

Thus, this Divine Flame Three-Legged Bird might well be a descendant of the Three-Legged Golden Crow—or at least inherited some of its bloodline.

Of all the Wusheng’s remains, the most intact item was his undergarment—though tattered, it could still serve to cover his shame.

Yanmo Vine was a primordial monstrous beast, its power terrifying beyond measure—any expert entangled by it had little chance of survival.

The one secretly orchestrating everything was surely this enigmatic, strikingly handsome man before them.

“You gave me this opportunity—I, Long Qiuying, am no ungrateful wretch,” Long Qiuying declared solemnly.

Compared to his exquisite artifact-crafting skills, Huang Xuanling’s alchemy skills hadn’t even reached the beginner level.

Just as the middle-aged man and his twenty-plus disciples flew out of Baisha Island, a voice like divine wrath rolled forth—sky darkened, earth trembled.

A-Qi dramatically swung his weapon, sweeping all approaching apostate mutants into his attack.

Huang Jidong pushed his speed and power to their absolute limits, concentrating all his force and energy into one kick—momentarily, the entire spacetime twisted.

Standing before the viewing platform, Zhuang Chun listened to the occasional cries of awe beside her and gazed silently out the window.