Chapter 101: The Final Funeral of the Masquerade!

The free dance step is simple.

Just sway your body as your heart desires, with just a few steps.

The free dance step is difficult.

Even after decades of sailing, becoming a bloodthirsty monster, one still cannot take it smoothly.

William’s face turned ashen, despair filling his eyes completely.

The once-omnipotent power drained from his body, returning entirely to the Mary cruise ship.

His skin gradually reverted from pallid to normal, yet bit by bit.

Murong Xiao nodded slightly, stepped off the bus, and walked straight into a nationwide chain supermarket beside the station.

Tents crowded tightly in a circle; media personnel from around the world laughed and chatted before the bonfire, giving off an air of finding joy amid hardship.

Fortunately, after running for a while, they had gotten very close to the cemetery’s edge; upon Murong Xiao’s warning, they quickly escaped beyond the cemetery’s boundaries.

… Wang Guoshan sat outside his door basking in the sun; it was past lunchtime, yet Wang Donglai still lay in bed, refusing to get up.

The soldiers of the Workers’ and Peasants’ Revolutionary Army, seeing no possibility of a new army mutiny, began retreating to Anqing under their commander’s orders. Chen Duxiu, seeing the Workers’ and Peasants’ Revolutionary Army move, did not act on his own initiative but led the Yuewang Society’s troops back into the city as well.

“Heh.” Chen Ke smiled. The People’s Party had killed no fewer than two hundred thousand during land reform—this figure excluded regular warfare. If the landlords and gentry truly rebelled now, suppressing them would be a good option. But Chen Ke wanted to try a gentler approach for now.

Yet despite this, the reputation of Jietian Fist spread far and wide, and Shi Tiandi became known as the most tyrannical and unreasonable emperor.

Mei Li decided it would be better to return first and check; of course, by then the room should be cleaned up—she had already asked Lan.

The Beast Ancestor Sect remains extremely mysterious throughout the True Realm; though it is one of the Seventy-Two Grotto-Heavens of the Central Plains, its remote geography means few cultivators even know of its existence.

During this operation, Lucian served as overall commander and never appeared on the battlefield, but Murong Xiao could imagine his expression at this moment.

Seeing this scene, the shroud-child at the source of the murderous aura seemed momentarily startled. He silently thought: Indeed, he must have some backing—just like Man Shan, he suspects Wu Qi obtained some treasure from Zhou Zhi to protect himself, hence his immunity to the killing aura of my Nascent Soul realm.

“Uh, where…?” Tang Yi’s expression grew sluggish. Earlier in the capital, they had lived together for over a month; whenever this older sister acted as if she were about to take advantage of someone, it meant… she was about to make them suffer.

The Green Emperor’s eyes flashed with cold light; the powerful will within his Heart of the Dao directly pierced through the Taiji Diagram, striking Gud Qing, who had merged with it. Had this not occurred within the Taiji Diagram, that single terrifying soul strike alone would have shattered his consciousness completely.

If not for the keen perception of experts at the third and fourth levels of Alchemy, who could faintly perceive cracks in the dual walls and sense the qi flow ahead, they might have believed they had been abandoned into a void with no up or down, no east or west.

The golden-haired rat re-entered the cave through the entrance and attacked the snake from behind, biting its body into segments starting from the tail.

He ordered his men to search the cave thoroughly, yet found not a single trace of escape; the cave exit remained blocked, as if the Righteous Alliance members and his own four subordinates had all vanished without a trace.

People may not truly kill here; if she did, the hidden guards would naturally emerge to explain and intervene. This is one reason Tang Yi was not worried.