Chapter 195: This Time, It's My Turn

Luoyang.

Yuan Xu had thought that when he walked into the refugee camp, he would see faces brimming with gratitude toward him.

Then, at a single word from him, these refugees would spontaneously organize themselves, gathering beneath his dragon banner to serve him.

But the reality was nothing like what he had imagined.

Before even entering the refugee camp, a foul stench came wafting over.

Inside the camp, chaos reigned—basically, people were doing all sorts of things. The refugees were barely clothed,

Feng Jing's moves were simple, but their strength lay in their ferocity and force; ordinary people could hardly dodge them, and taking them head-on was simply impossible to withstand.

At first these people thought Mo Fan had only sent some trash-tier magic treasures, but when they saw the flowing radiance shimmering across them, they were instantly stunned.

"Open for me!" But King Changsheng Baoshu was no pushover either. After neutralizing several of Xie Wuji's kicks in a row, he finally saw through the truth behind this "Shadow-Following Leg," and with a fierce punch, struck precisely at the sole of Xie Wuji's foot.

He looked back. The Zhao family's house was pitch-dark inside, with not a soul in sight; that "door" seemed to have simply been blown open by the mountain wind.

"Hmph, competing with me in archery? You're not qualified yet!" After easily dodging the arrow, Yang Youji sneered disdainfully.

"Come on, come on, slash here, don't hold back!" Mo Fan snorted disdainfully. Don't be fooled by their numbers, or the fact that a Martial King was among them—could they do anything to him?

"Whatever you do, don't hurt Hai Ye. They're not dead—just trapped by something in this old tomb's hollow!" The old blind man hadn't eaten in days; he could barely stand steady.

"You—you!" Wang Yanzhang stared with wide eyes, looking at Yue Yun in disbelief, unable to utter a single word for the longest time. Then his body tilted backward and crashed to the ground with a thunderous thud.

Having no choice, he could only head toward the camp's location. Along the way, he ran into a few lone marines and conveniently brought them along as he flew toward the camp.

Wherever the rain of flowers passed, the void was instantly torn apart, leaving one after another faint scratch marks in the air.

At this moment, Qiu Yanran seemed to have found another topic to chat with Bai Youlou about, because Wangcai, who had just been tucked into Bai Youlou's arms, poked its head out.

Only their expressions were somewhat blank—the phone call had only told them that laser technology had achieved a massive breakthrough, and said nothing else.

"A Heavenly Gate? I have one too!" Su Ming gave a low cry, and then a hazy Heavenly Gate shrouded in seven-colored divine splendor manifested behind Su Ming.

Su Yu frowned, then untied a pendant from his own neck and handed it to the man nearby who was clutching his head and weeping bitterly.

But her absolute rationality and clarity, under Bai Youlou's repeated—whether intentional or unintentional—actions, inevitably began to crack little by little.

The most troublesome thing was that he couldn't control this girl. Since that was the case, he had to find a way to raise her strength.

As expected of an earth-attribute cultivator—their constitution was just that tough. Even with their throat slashed open, they still had two thousand HP left.

A vendetta that wiped out an entire house, with such bloody methods—this was no longer something ordinary jianghu rules could settle; even the government would have to step in.

Arriving at the empty, silent main street, Yang Qingqing took a few breaths of fresh air, so happy she almost felt like sprinting wildly.

The huge park was bustling with people coming and going, and those two weren't any kind of celebrities—where would one even find them?

"Yes!" Cheng Feipeng immediately sheathed his wooden sword and responded respectfully. Then he followed behind Lin Yi, becoming his tail.

"General Shi, why must you help me…" So it turned out that the soldier who had sprinted all the way here with Fatty was the real Princess. No one would have expected Fatty to use this trick—smuggling her out of their line of sight under their noses.

"Whether we can escape with our lives depends entirely on you two." Old Ancestor Peach Tree said in a deep voice to the two of them.

Since both were exerting their full strength, spiritual power condensed over their hands and feet, and upon collision, let out a tremendous sound.

"Didn't you used to be very close with that dead girl? Stop putting on this phony act here." Xia Tian tried to get up, but his lower back hurt terribly. He was also the type who couldn't endure hardship or bear pain, so at this point he didn't dare move at all.