Chapter 428: Headed Out

“Enough! Though they’re still protectors of the Profound Heaven Sect, they’ve secretly pledged allegiance to me—they’re one of us. No need to be formal with them.” Xia Daoming waved his hand dismissively.

“Pledged allegiance to me!” Everyone’s hearts pounded wildly; their minds buzzed like they’d heard celestial scripture.

These two were both mid-stage Golden Core elders!

And they were powerful protectors of the Profound Heaven Sect—how could they possibly pledge allegiance to Elder Xia?

“Can you give me a cigarette?” Xun Qi almost pleaded, yet his plea still carried dignity.

The scene froze—the zombie was knocking, and the people inside the granary pretended no one was home.

Xu Yingying recalled what Chu Fan had said earlier; she’d thought he was just boasting, blowing smoke.

The mermaids’ solemn song turned into desperate, agonized cries; the dragon roared like thunder, circling the sky for a long time.

“This is going too far—I’m the Director of Student Affairs at this school!” Hearing Director Zhou’s words, Qian Qiyuan’s face instantly darkened.

After checking the time on his phone, Li Ziyi looked at the trainees, their bodies pushed to the brink from exhaustion, then clapped his hands.

He said three “you”s—Li Ziyi’s head suddenly went limp, feigning unconsciousness, his raised finger drooping naturally.

Though Liu Mo was growing calmer and wiser, he was still young and couldn’t tolerate Watanabe Sei’s provocation; when he spat out “seeking death,” his teeth were clenched, his killing intent surging.

Without caring about those around him, Su Li lightly tapped Di Lingtian, a hint of embarrassment in his gesture.

Yuan Pili and Gu Lingxuan heard Zhuang Feng’s shout and rushed over with their men, but the bar was packed—people shoulder to shoulder, impossible to move through—and by the time they arrived, Blasso was gone.

Now Han Yidao understood—Ye Wentian was no ordinary man. But this mission—if he didn’t take it, someone else would.

After all, spiritual energy here is abundant; natural monsters form too easily. Without two powerful monsters to guard it, trouble is inevitable.

At first, Cao Deyu made no move to resist—he knew they were tied together on the same rope; if anything went wrong, both would be scapegoats.

Ninth Master’s appearance was peerless among black panthers—his facial features sharp, his blue eyes clear and icy, brimming with piercing killing intent; no matter how you looked, he radiated sheer dominance, born with the bearing of a king.

If I took it back and added it to my collection, and someone found out it was fake, it would become a real joke.

Xiao Qingqing thought his anger had passed; she figured his current situation and mood couldn’t be good, but what she’d just seen in the living room was too curious. She pressed further—and when she saw the faint, elusive smile on Wang Jingchen’s face, her curiosity deepened.

From the outside, the mission hall looked small, but once inside, Chen Siyu realized it held hidden depths.

Xu Yi’s family remained silent; only Xu Zhenhua’s crunching of an apple echoed in the living room.

Ye Wentian finally found Ye Yunting. He’d been busy with company affairs and had no time to chat with her—he’d left Bao Yaqing to care for her.

These villages and towns must also pay tribute to the Purple Thunder Sect, as payment for the protection it provides them.

This was just an ordinary remark, yet it made Sima Qianqian’s cheeks flush crimson, a wine-red blush blooming on her exquisite face—utterly enchanting.

But whether it was Sun Wufa in his rage or Lang Tuanzuo pretending to be rich despite having no money, both overlooked one problem.

If Yao Lie were here, there might be a sliver of hope for rescue—but sadly, he was not.

Li Sheng’s heart leapt—what did that mean? He’d shouted once before, and Shi Po had moved, seizing several elders. Now he shouted again—could it be?

After the fierce clash of energy, the Purple Crystal Winged Lion King fell like a meteor.

“What are the chairmen doing on the island?” Sha, the usually silent squad leader, spoke again.

Ye Haoxuan returned home; servants and maids knelt in a sea of bowed heads, respectfully welcoming Ye Haoxuan’s return.

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“Either leave, or stay here forever,” the thin, dark-haired bodyguard said coldly. His hands had slowly lowered to his thighs—he was ready to strike, killing intent surging.

“The old man’s illness is chronic—it can’t be cured overnight. It requires gradual regulation and treatment,” Zhang Donghai said.

Tang Qi had just arrived when the assassins had already vanished beyond the courtyard wall. Five disciples moved to chase, but Tang Feng shouted them to a halt.

But as he retreated, Tang Feng advanced with blade and body united; the blade carved a beautiful arc through the air, unleashing his fiercest assault.

Yet the chair caught Lin Yumeng’s attention—not because it was thick or large, but because its legs seemed too thick. Zhao Wufang wasn’t noticeably heavier than others—why such heavy legs?

Cao Liangjin picked it up, puzzled. Yong Ren slapped his forehead. “How could I forget? This is the young master’s horse hoof cake—he bought it on the road to bring to the young mistress.” He then stepped out.

Tang Feng gave a soft snort, pressing forward relentlessly, ignoring his back—he trusted Han Xin to guard it, and felt safe using his weapon and spatial advantage to seize temporary initiative.

Her blood had hardened; her black clothing had turned stiffer than ice, clinging tightly to every inch of her skin. Every movement sent a tearing pain ripping through her nerves.

“How do you know?” Park Miyeon stared at Tang Feng in shock: “Are you a doctor?” The symptoms he described were nearly all hers.

Saying this, she lunged straight into my spiritual sword—the sharp blade pierced her chest; blood dripped down the blade, one drop at a time, falling to the ground.

Anan Tadatsune shook his head helplessly at Eisho Akatsuki’s lethargic demeanor, then turned serious toward Eisho Sadaki, who nodded solemnly, his eyes filled with concern as he looked back at Anan Tadatsune.