Chapter 83: The Middleman Is Staying Put (1500 Monthly Votes Bonus)

Qi Hao did not tell An Feng about this.

Because it meant nothing.

It was uncertain whether his words could influence Wang Zhongjun, or to what extent.

Speaking up first felt like seeking credit.

Then that Liu Nushi would find some way to offer compensation, putting on a posture of cutting ties, which was deeply unpleasant.

Qi Hao had no desire to deal with them.

He did these things because

It was none of his business—he’d best keep his distance. Since they refused to show face, he’d better not go looking for trouble.

“Crush Heishishan!” At the General’s command, ten thousand warrior soldiers surged toward Heishishan like a furious tidal wave.

Xiao Long’s voice rang high in everyone’s minds, filling their souls, stirring their hearts.

Ye Meng watched from the side, but could only watch—he had no ability to revive Qi Tian’s senior brother.

Li Zhi shrugged, neither agreeing nor disputing Su Fei’er’s words. Yes, everyone had possessive desires, but not everything valuable had to be claimed by everyone.

“Boom!” The holy power burned out completely; his body no longer existed, leaving only a pile of jet-black bones emitting black flames.

Unnoticed, a Guangzhou Peugeot pulled up before the wonton stall—it was the hotel shuttle, arriving precisely at 10 p.m. to pick up Lao Hao Mr..

“One processing plant, ten fish ball chain stores—for now, that’s all!” Li Zhi smiled, thinking it over. These weren’t secrets; telling her didn’t matter. At least on the surface, all of it was public knowledge.

The warriors who had just attacked Yi Feng suddenly felt a chill down their spines, as if they had just wandered through the gates of hell.

No creature is more complex than humanity; only humans possess such rich emotions and unshakable intentions. Heaven and earth are cold, observing life and death with indifference—but only humans can reflect upon heaven and earth, their intentions faintly resonating with them.

Black stones and Flame Sword Qi clashed in midair, eroding and melting each other, until the last vestige of power from one side vanished—then it fell helplessly to the ground, exploding into dust.

“Roar—” The dragon launched, flying straight toward Shenghaoer, its massive wings whipping up a violent hurricane.

They were respectively the spatial origin discovered by Sanqian, the water origin discovered by Shuangtian, and the light-wood origin discovered by Juechen and Mu Qingcheng.

Mu Feng transformed himself into a sword and struck toward Qiu Xujiu. Among all sword cultivators, those who achieved unity of person and sword at the Sword Intention stage were exceedingly rare—this was a supreme martial art, only attainable after Sword Intention became Sword Soul, its power on par with a Mystery Technique. Thus, this was his true killing move.

Watching figures step one by one into the black stone gate, Ti Ling’s sharp voice suddenly echoed in Lin Han’s heart, causing Lin Han to frown slightly. After a moment of silence, Lin Han’s gaze shifted, and he sighed softly within.

The two spoke in hushed tones through the battlefield comms, like whispers. As they charged forward, firing their guns, both equipped with suppressors and silencers, they chose zigzag paths—after firing one shot, they never fired again from the same spot.

The man beside him, hearing Li Wu’s wife screaming curses, remained calm. He gestured to the plainclothes officer on the other side; both slowly pulled their identification cards from their pockets and pinned them to their clothes.

After Xu Wu slowly spoke his words, frowning, those present fell into thought—then a cold laugh suddenly rang out. It came from the green-robed advisor seated to Xiao Du’s right, his face curled in disdain as he dismissed Xu Wu’s doubts entirely.