Chapter 959: The Backstab

Li Zekai, who entered with Li family’s personal strategist Yuan Tianfan and Hong Kong billionaires Lin Jianyue and Yang Minde of Yida Group, immediately spotted Li Dongling in the crowd.

Lin Jianyue and others standing beside Li Zekai could not help shifting their gazes between the two.

Rumors of a violent clash between the Li family of the Yangtze and the Li family of Hanxi had spread wildly in Hong Kong, with some even claiming the Hanxi Li family intended to replace the Yangtze Li family.

Zhu Li, holding a wine glass in one hand, danced to the music, thoroughly enjoying herself; when a male server entered, she showed a faint hint of impatience.

“Annoying—there was absolutely no trace before,” Wang Zhi muttered. That deep-sea entity in the alley was either a newcomer or had been lying low for a long time; either way, anyone appearing in this world was no ordinary being.

The Blue Dragon Strike Team turned to counterattack to confirm that most of the non-national forces had entered the formation’s range.

But he didn’t care about any of that—his three younger brothers were bound to him by blood, and their bond ran deep; even if he knew Li Ming was manipulating him, he would throw himself recklessly into danger to rescue his brother from Su Bai’s grasp.

Recall how countless ancient masters perished, how the Heavenly Realm collapsed and the Mortal Realm shattered—the karmic entanglements involved were beyond description.

Only someone like Chen Xuan, who never followed conventional logic, could pull off such a move.

But this time, she had absolute confidence—Ye Youran would become the brightest genius in the War God Academy.

“Hmph, naturally, the winner of this royal selection will be me—I need no conditions!” Priscilla remained as confident as ever. Filut, meanwhile, kept glancing out the window; Wang Zhi suspected she wasn’t even listening to his words.

“Hmph, if you don’t want others to know, don’t do it in the first place,” Shang Zun replied coldly, struggling desperately to break free from the mysterious restraints. Yet despite his cultivation as a Consciousness Sea cultivator, he could not escape—his hands could still wave, but his body was locked in place, utterly motionless.

But fate played cruel tricks—only a few days had passed, and their positions and circumstances had undergone a complete reversal.

My phone rang. I’d recently had my buddy change my ringtone to a catchy pop hit, an earworm that echoed loudly here, utterly out of sync with the atmosphere. I pulled out my phone and saw an unknown number.

But where did these jade corridors come from? Who spread the rumor of jade corridors granting immortality? That is the core of the mystery.

Zhong Buyuan grew weary, bid farewell to Gong Sun Yi and others, and descended into the tomb passage. Shi Niang also rested under Shi’s support, leaving only Gong Sun Yi standing lost in thought. The Wangchuan Zhong family was far more complex than his own Gong Sun clan. The bonfire before Gong Sun Yi crackled loudly, casting flickering light over his weary face.

The first skill is called Qi Guide: absorb surrounding elemental energy and gather it before you, forming a vortex, then thrust it forward and detonate it mentally at the designated point.

“Stop—there’s still something to settle. Do you know what the Four Blessings King is? Can you find him?” I blocked Tie Tuozi.

“If I hadn’t intervened today, would you still be sitting here in one piece?” Yin Haotian stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and seized her hand.

Feng Yi had no desire to say much or impose punishment over such matters, so he spoke slowly—and even as he spoke, he turned his head to glance at Zhang Youtao inside the cave.

A mournful wail echoed; the tree shadows swayed tirelessly, casting ink-like shapes on the window paper, yet leaving not a single trace.

The more a person gains, the more he desires; once he had nothing, he lived just fine—but now that he has something, he’s lost his purity.