Chapter 220: Yu Er

"Ruo Yan?"

Hearing this address, Yu Er paused slightly, then resumed her usual pace, walking slowly closer.

Through the moonlight streaming through the window, one could barely make out the woman's appearance.

Dressed in a gray coarse linen robe, covered by a tattered quilt stuffed with old cotton, her figure was withered like a dead tree, cheeks sunken, bones protruding, her chest rising and falling faintly with each breath.

Yu Er sat sideways on the edge of the bed and said softly, "Aunt Liu, you're mistaken—I'm Yu."

Chen Xu moved in a half-circle, originally intending to circle behind the adult caiman and see if there was any chance for a sneak attack.

Wild grass grew everywhere and was easy to ignite; after merely rubbing the flint to produce a few sparks, the piles of wild grass caught fire.

Yang Zheng struck—immediately, thunderous roars echoed, space and time trembled, his fist unleashed chaos that rose and fell, a black hole materializing.

And ahead, not far off, Wanyan Baliisu, who had always stood before Wanyan Zonghan, seeing Lin Chong's ferocity, finally made up his mind.

Yang Zheng didn't care about the details—he blurted out the flattering words first; whether the Emperor of Chu would ever thank Tianzong was none of his concern.

But he had no choice but to keep sending out his clones, for without obstruction, the black spear would descend upon all realms, and the destruction of the entire cosmos would be imminent.

Archbishop Lendi, though anxious, understood he must not rush. He took a deep breath to calm himself, waved his hand to signal the team to rest where they were. At that very moment, the Sacred Demon Sea far above violently trembled—clearly, yet another pair of ninth-ring or higher experts were fighting.

Lei Yiyi was even more ruthless than bandits, more brutal than thieves—she never reasoned, only spoke with her fists.

"Heh, Tianzong controls the entire Northern Snowlands; every genius is brought under its wing. It's natural to have more geniuses." Zhang Mutian chuckled beside him, finding Yang Zheng's remark quite pleasing.

At that moment, Chen Xu frowned and instinctively pressed his left shoulder.

With a pained cry, the cheetah's body split open with countless wounds—cut by wind blades; faced with this hurricane, it was like a scrap of paper in a storm, able to do nothing but "drift with the wind."

"Naturally, there are secrets here unknown to others—not for outsiders to know." Ao Xingchu took only one sip, set down the teacup, smiled at Wu Di, and tapped his long fingers on the table, leaving an air of inscrutability.

But such intense willpower is beyond ordinary people; Liu Yi's difference from others lay in his singular goal—once vengeance, now the truth—he never strayed from his path, never distracted by anything else.

After making these arrangements, Liu Zhi asked Yin Tianye, "Master Liu, is this the person you found for me? He doesn't look like any expert—he's slow-witted, dull-witted. Won't he be controlled by others? Especially when the opponent is Tu Xuanzhong?"

Thinking of this, Wei Zhongjun silently lit a cigarette; he seemed to age several years in an instant, yet still muttered, unwilling to give up.

This guaranteed his capability—if he wished, he could still slit Shang Panjun's throat at any moment.

Another wheelchair held an elderly woman, her hair white as snow, eyebrows like paper, lips colorless but cheeks flushed, short and stout, slightly plump, ears hanging with signs of fortune, cradling a dragon-headed cane; though her life was nearly spent, her radiance still outshone her former glory.

But this is "Pinli consumption" for attack speed, while Wei Xian consumes Xinli; a Bu Jun can directly crush a Pin and Zhi Shi, even without using spells—pure Xinli alone can crush them. It's not that the Bu Jun is powerful, but Xinli is powerful; thus, Wei Xian, who can harness Xinli, is also formidable.

Nan Ye Yingzhu quickly nodded, though his expression had relaxed considerably—if no one was harmed, there was still room for recovery.