Chapter 93

The two drove back to He Village, but Chen Yan got out at the village entrance. He told Chu Keqing he wouldn’t be returning to the He family mansion for dinner, then stood by the roadside watching her car drive into the village before turning away and strolling toward the small convenience store at the entrance.

He walked through the shop and pushed open the door to the mahjong room, where several tables were still packed with players.

Chen Yan glanced around and spotted the three men who had sat with him yesterday.

When Si Hu and the others fled toward the God of the Mountain Temple, they immediately saw the group sheltering inside from the rain; the moment they laid eyes on the young man at the head of the group, whose back was lined with soldiers, their will to live flared back to life.

As the highest imperial academy established fifteen years ago by Emperor Da Zheng, the Imperial Academy naturally occupied vast grounds in Jingcheng, taking up nearly a quarter of the western district.

“Child, this… as village head, I’ll advise you—better not ask about this matter, or you’ll invite trouble and burn yourself alive,” the village head said.

So the burly man concluded that Shen Tao had no real ability—he’d easily defeated the frail-looking Shen Tao.

Li Haoran heard many people talking about the Crimson Fire Divine Realm, the Boundary Realms, and the battle from five thousand years ago.

The chat feed was filled with worries for Fang Mu; Fang Mu rose to his feet, coughing heavily, when a giant reached out to grab him. Fang Mu leapt backward, dodging the giant’s grasp, and triggered the mechanism of his 3D mobility device.

Not just a knee pillow, but home-cooked meals too—any man would volunteer to be her boyfriend.

“Why didn’t you have that same resolve when you were with me? Accepting beatings and punishment without a word?” He teased me—but wasn’t that also comforting me?

Besides, if he truly intended to venture deep into Miao territory, he’d definitely first boost his strength here in Xiangyang Ancient Town, reaching the late Foundation Establishment stage.

Han Shixin’s wind blade had barely crossed the gorge and struck the cliff face, carving out a massive crater in the mountain.

“Senior, no need to prepare a gift—your presence at the Qin family is already our honor!” Qin Qinghe said with deep respect.

On the way back, many disciples from the Chan and Jie sects bowed and greeted Lin Yunji as they saw him.

At that moment, it felt as though Lin Yunji controlled the entire boundless region.

Li Xandu secretly activated the boundless laws, while the Yizun likewise secretly stirred the boundless black qi—but since ancient times, whoever moves first dies first, so neither moved.

Even so, the zombie still hadn’t died, because Lin Yunji still hadn’t gained the power he needed.

This strike surpassed Emperor’s Execution, and in the world, legend spoke of a name even more terrifying than Emperor’s Execution.

The chase had been nerve-wracking, but now that he was safe, his body relaxed—and he suddenly needed to urinate.

Some factories and mines, upon seeing the news, immediately sent people to the department store to purchase supplies collectively for their workers.

The obsidian golem transformed into a fighter jet, preferring to slice through the shoulders and knees of demonic energy mechs.

Due to his exaggerated movements and heightened emotion, Chang Le breathed heavily; his exhales condensed into white mist, slowly dispersing before them.

The Spirit-Extracting Whip of Dong Xingzhe slipped from his hand and fell to the ground; he clutched his wrist in pain, where my heavenly lightning still crackled and coiled around it.

The dozen men standing before Dian Feng vanished in an instant, leaving Dian Feng bewildered and Bi Shui smirking.

I clearly sealed Lin Shicai’s residual soul and gave it to Lang Dong—so how is he appearing now? Without external force breaking it, those layered talismans couldn’t possibly be undone.