Chapter 426

As Xiao Hongyi was stunned and lost in thought, Xia Daoming gestured, and the Ten Thousand Spirits Banner rolled up a cloud of black mist, drifting toward the carriage.

“Is that it?” Xiao Hongyi stared at the black cloud hovering several zhang ahead, feeling it was unreal, and muttered to himself involuntarily.

“Not yet. I need to think about how best to deal with these four—should I seize a thread of their life-souls and release them to become spies, gathering intelligence for us, or kill them outright?” Xia Daoming said.

Their eyes met; those eyes carried their usual indifference, giving Xiao Nuanqing the illusion that a beautiful scene had been slashed by a blade.

She wasn’t surprised Lin Wan had been violated—after all, those bastards were the ones who had sought her out first; they were beasts who would do such things.

“I’m going now!” Sun Tiantian turned pale with fear and stumbled toward the bedroom.

Thus, even on the day Liu He Feng obtained his official credentials, he had already begun planning his staff selections.

These people could distract Yue Jiming, create chaos, and leave him utterly unable to pay attention to this Chen Kingdom hostage.

Shao Changyi had not seen Chu Qingci since that banquet; hearing she stayed in the camp all day, he came to see what she was up to.

Seeing Li Baichuan speak so sincerely, Liu He Feng felt a sense of inner comfort and pushed the braised dishes toward him, urging him to eat.

Even so, those before the Fengtian Hall remained grim—experience in preventing and controlling any large-scale plague was invaluable.

Upon hearing me say this, my uncle froze, then suddenly let out two sharp, eerie laughs from his throat.

Zhuangzhuang was gorging on snacks in the space when suddenly he was yanked out, his fur standing on end from fright.

Nearly every method to detect cultivation base—the treasure mirror, talismans, divine techniques—had been used, even a stick of divine incense, with the Heaven-Evolving Master’s methods, thrice confirming Chen Xiao’s cultivation level.

“Die!” Ouyang Ke said, his body moving instantly, his fan aimed at Yu Sheng’s third eye.

But before he reached Du Tie, the man suddenly froze, his face turning crimson, his eyes filled with terror. “Bad!” he shouted, then bolted away in panic.

“Fuck! Who hit my brother?” Gao Pangzi flew into a rage and charged forward to attack.

“Hey… you!” Nuo Minyu hadn’t finished speaking when the call ended. Damn it—had something really happened? Otherwise, with Nan Gong Lin Yi’s personality, he’d never have sounded so tense.

“I haven’t received a promise yet…” The village head clearly felt the Wooden Armor Eagle tremble, as if its momentum faded and it sank several zhang deeper into the flood.

“Take me? Hahaha…” Xie Bangui threw back his head and let out a long, booming laugh, its sound like metal and stone splitting the sky—so powerful it churned blood and qi in the ears. Except for a few elite experts, everyone in the Zheng family grew dizzy and lightheaded, their legs weakening. Several with weaker cultivation collapsed straight to the ground.

“You child, why are you always so greedy for food? If it’s inedible, I’ll bet you’ll faint from it,” Lin Shi swatted Chen Hai away, scolding as she spoke.

Then he departed from Shennongjia, amid the complex expressions of the Ji family—bitterness, shock, regret.

If he could bluff him, Xie Bangui would have a glimmer of hope; if not, he’d have to find another way.

His eyes, glowing with green light, fixed on the peak of Funiu Mountain—and instantly, the entire demonic beast froze rigid.

Instantly, he raised his palm and seized that wisp of black smoke. At once, the smoke sank into his palm, merging with the black mist enveloping his body.

Blood sprayed; Leng Bingshuang’s slender frame shuddered sharply, a muffled groan escaping her delicate nose. Even as she dodged swiftly, avoiding vital points, the two short spears still carved multiple wounds across her supple body, staining her ice-blue gown with crimson.