Chapter 98

“Tell your uncle—do you know who’s trying to kill you?” The elder patriarch, struggling with the suffocating weakness in his chest, asked Qian Jin with difficulty.

Yin Chengnian was probing for information in the western wing, but Meng Qi, who should have been resting, arrived at the chamber of Ye Ming.

Lu Kang’s hand trembled as he held the remote; he could only take a deep breath and focus intently on the television.

One can sense the primordial force at all times; thus, martial artists training in the Donghuang Palace have a chance to break through to World Lord status—even without possessing primordial force.

But silence can sometimes feel peaceful, sometimes agonizing. Right now, for Ye Ji, it was unbearable.

Miao Wei indeed didn’t work harder than others; as he himself said, he only studied during class.

“‘Yu Ling Clan’? I’ve never heard of it. Why are you asking, Young Master Yin?” Hearing this unfamiliar name, Xiang Yang shook his head in confusion.

She didn’t want to have to guard against those around her while also dealing with the Marquis’s Lady—it would be too exhausting.

Luo An was utterly baffled, but he didn’t press the elder further; he decided to return to his cave dwelling first—the pills weren’t going anywhere.

Yet the chief of this city-guard branch had never met them—and yet seemed to already know something.

After continuous forced marches and combat, the agents were utterly exhausted; before they could react, gunshots erupted from the jungle like popping beans, bullets pouring down like a deluge, forming a deathly net that engulfed the agents.

They had passed the center of the street; ahead, the city gate was faintly visible. As they walked, the sky grew darker. On one side, shops and inns had lit lanterns; on the other lay a lake.

At this moment, in the audience seats, local Koreans saw Li Tianyi pressuring Park Taejeong aggressively; many felt displeased, though some also disapproved of Park Taejeong’s reckless bet with Li Tianyi.

After resting briefly, the master and servant planned to retrace their steps—but then a roar echoed from afar.

If Jin Yaqin claimed she was Korean, how credible would that be? Would she be telling the truth? They were now surrounded by enemies, in grave danger; suspicion between them would bring nothing but harm.

Xiao Long fell silent; the others fell silent too. Under this atmosphere, many felt ashamed—they had been overexcited by the news of the inheritance, but they’d forgotten something: why should anyone willingly pass down their legacy? For what reason?

The Kai Tian Beast looked at the two giant orbs—the primordial musical notes Gong and Zheng—and his face showed no fear.

Shi Jingtian stood atop the hillock, gazing down. Two great mountains had merged into a single towering ridge; the narrow path was gone, and the soldiers—dead or wounded—were nowhere to be seen. Yet the forest where Lan Dama and Zhang Yong hid remained—but many trees had fallen in the earth’s trembling; he didn’t know if they were injured.

After a brief silence, murmurs erupted. Yi Feng listened to the whispers and sneered inwardly—if it caused trouble for the Zi Xia Sect, he was more than willing.

Behind the cliff’s edge lay a downhill path, thick with thorns; Lu Yao and the others had vanished—clearly they’d pursued downward.

Of course, Yu Hai Tian Zun would never admit he was showing off—it was merely others’ envy and jealousy.

Yet solely based on the “J Prime Meridian,” Portugal could never have expanded into Brazil.

In the next instant, Gao Yingzong and Qin Yongfeng simultaneously spurred their warhorses toward Yu Liuming. Facing the two battalion commanders of the Shui clan, Yu Liuming showed no fear; his long sword swept effortlessly, its sharp blades forcing Gao and Qin into pure defense—with barely any chance to strike back.

“Can this ritual be used on creatures other than foxes?” the white wolf asked eagerly. If the sacrifice’s words were true, he might regain his human form—this wolf shape was far too inconvenient; without dexterous hands, everything was a struggle.

His dream of becoming a free-spirited swordsman wandering the world had not faded, but Dongfang Qingyue was as cold as ice, ignoring him entirely; so he shifted his focus to Shou Ji Zhenren, who seemed to have a good relationship with his father.

Yet now everyone was panicked; having witnessed Dong Huang’s power, they had lost all confidence in stopping this world.

At this moment, Shui Roubing sat silently atop her warhorse. The chilly autumn wind of Liangzhou gently lifted her long, silver hair like a waterfall, making her figure appear fragile and solitary.

“Time waits for no one—we must lead our troops out of the city and give Cao Mao no chance to react! Force the other generals to defect!” Peng Yue said to Wei Yan.

At dinner, he woke his exhausted subordinates and snapped: “Don’t lie down—you fools want to die?”

After all, the Zhao family wasn’t a renowned clan; with his own Dao Zun cultivation, making up the debt owed to Xu Chuyan was effortless—even the Zhao clan’s ancient ancestor, in terms of cultivation, hadn’t matched him.

The new princess’s temper was clearly poor—if he acted on his own initiative, would his fate be grim?

As Chu Fei spoke mentally with Qingyang Zunzhe, Wang Li, beside him, noticed Chu Fei suddenly frozen in place and asked aloud.

“Who is he?” Sun Wukong glared at the man, then at Luna. “None of your business.” Luna knew her brother had left her, and was now seeking clues about him.

Wang Jie felt the ground shake; the meteor had struck, carving a massive crater—and from it crawled a towering, humanoid creature, its body wreathed in green flames.

Upon hearing this, Qin Lan’s expression eased; she now desperately wanted to see her grandfather—to truly understand what had happened.