Chapter 96: Queen, Don

"The Snow Moon Guild's reinforcements have arrived! Sisters, hold on!" shouted an elf fighting on the front line.

As the evil spirit surged upward, a tongue of flame suddenly lashed downward from the sea of fire, curling like a cow's tongue swallowing grass, or a wave rising to swallow the evil spirit whole. Once inside the fire sea, the evil spirit flailed like a man drowning, screaming in terror. But no matter how it struggled, it was ultimately consumed by the flames.

"Afraid? If I were afraid, I wouldn't have come. Since I chose this path, I never thought about fear," Li Gang said indifferently.

Ye Feng pointed a finger, then closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his left eye—purple-gold—blazed instantly. Within the pupil, threads of lightning flickered. The previously clear sky darkened abruptly.

As she spoke, Duan Lingling's eyes grew slightly red, but she did not stop talking.

Lei Hu's face was stiff; long ago in a battle, his face had been injured. Though it left no major scar, it caused facial paralysis.

"Sigh, alright then. I was going to invite you up for tea, but if that's how it is, go ahead and get busy," Huang An and the others said, a hint of regret in their eyes—they knew Zheng Ji was not like ordinary people.

Su Zimo chuckled a few times, ruffled Su Xier's high ponytail, turned his head, and gazed out the window at the vehicles flashing by.

Perhaps this is why humanity first addressed its internal problems?

"This one!" Wang Jie flicked his finger, lifting the middle bowl—but inside was empty, nothing at all.

Ren Yunshu fell silent, frowning slightly, her expression uneasy. She muttered as if sulking, "Fine, do as you please. I'm done with this." Then she returned into her jade tablet.

He looked at Ye Ling, his face no longer refined but twisted with ferocity, brimming with resentment. One sentence made Ye Ling's expression stiffen—and countless people around the combat platform were stunned.

Ye Ling stood in the courtyard, silent for a long while, then walked inside. No matter what, entering would reveal the truth.

Not only had they fallen into the opponent's trap, but they now had even more time to think about how to escape—yet on the other hand, some opportunities still remained.

Disciples of ordinary sects wore uniforms differing in color between outer, inner, and elite members, but Sword Sect disciples all wore identical white martial attire.

Su Yutong did not recognize the bat. Hearing their conversation, she immediately turned to Mu Yichen.

The shopkeeper knew he couldn't linger. Wanting to cultivate a good relationship, he would not do anything to annoy the customer.

Merely crossing the Demon-Sealing Sea, Chu Ze sensed something was off, for the Buddha Realm hovered in the center of the Western Continent, not far from the Medicine God Valley—Chu Ze was now nearing the Buddha Realm's territory.

Chu Ze was momentarily speechless upon hearing this: to wield the Cloud-Cutting Sword was to first eliminate some members of the Heavenly Dao Alliance—this stunned everyone even more.

"Cutting tactic," Yu Yichen said, making a basic prediction based on his knowledge of the Boston Celtics.

His face turned icy. If not for Brother Zhu's warning, I might've been tricked—my entire fortune was in my pocket. This guy wanted to take it all. I won't let him off easily.

"I wonder if I'll have a chance to drink some wedding wine before leaving," said the Cloud Inspection Envoy, then strode forward, escorted by guards, into Tang Xia's home.

Long Shaohua glared at Long Yaotian. "Don't you think I'm merciful? Long Yaotian, you've disappointed me deeply." She sniffed sharply, instantly giving Long Yaotian a splitting headache.

"I'm going to warm up now. Let's see how he kicks my ass to pieces," Yu Yichen turned and walked away. The reporter captured his back, even giving his buttocks a close-up.

Legacy, legacy—it transmits not just martial skill, but also grudges of the Jianghu. But An Rufeng was also a man of integrity, proposing a one-on-one duel with Ma Baojun.

"Where did you learn to open doors this way?!" Xia Renjie pressed on.

In the end, Niu Zhuangyong, drenched in blood and grievously wounded, completely dismantled Du Yunfeng's powerful sword technique: "Fierce Courage, Invincible Hand."

"At Xin! At Xin!" Gu Shuo had lost both his bride and his investment. Too bad he'd spoken those words in front of so many people—no chance to retract. The Gu and Yuan families' marriage alliance was utterly ruined.

As Murong Rui reached out, Tang Xia leaned effortlessly into his arms, found a comfortable position, and closed her eyes again.

The man closed his eyes, assumed a cultivation posture, and strained to suppress his dantian.

Sha Dahu finished speaking just as the coffin shop arrived—as if his words had been precisely calculated: not one word too many, not one too few, ending exactly at the coffin shop's door.

Wan Dashao hurriedly looked—and saw that Jun Yan was not only unharmed, but already on his way back.

Wan Dashao stared at him in astonishment, his words half-spoken, then realized he didn't even know what to say next—so he left it at that half.

Perhaps Liang Yunchuan held no ill will toward Xia Shiguang, but that didn't mean he had no ambition toward the Xia Clan. Nor did it mean he bore no hatred toward Gu Chen.

What surprised them most, however, was the news from Nanyang: Zhang Bai Qi and Zhang Miao had failed to capture Nanyang—directly affecting their own side.

……: Haha, Jingwu Men got slapped hard. I wonder if Chen Zheng will step in? Looking forward to it.

But back then, people thought it was sealed by others. Now, they knew it wasn't that simple.

Ren Jinyi said nothing, but he knew someone was targeting him, someone who didn't want him to thrive. He couldn't lose his temper—instead, he calmly glanced at Ma Lang.

That battle raged day and night for three full days. Afterward, the imperial city and its surroundings lay in ruins, rivers of blood, corpses strewn everywhere.

People always say teenagers are innocent, kind, pure—that society must protect them, cherish them, let them grow strong.

"You…" A Ying had climbed to his feet, staring in surprise at the white-haired Qi Bingbing.

Bai Heming stepped out of the Void Pagoda wearing a black fitted suit, closed his eyes, and briefly sensed his surroundings.

Ling Jiajia froze, puzzled why Gu Weiran had suddenly asked that—how was it related to what they were discussing now?

"What could possibly be wrong with me?" Bi Qianmo suddenly felt a bad premonition—he chose to play dumb.