Chapter 83

82, Dog Deception (4K, 2/2)

“Om Mani Padme Hum…”

Zhou Chang took the dark, glossy Tian Iron Nine Palaces from Luobudunzhu, and immediately, the chanting of the Six-Syllable Mantra echoed around his ears.

His spirit, following the solemn and fervent recitation, gradually grew calm.

This Tian Iron Nine Palaces truly had real power.

Not those mere showpieces masquerading as talismans.

The Six-Syllable Mantra is also known as the Six-Syllable Great Bright Mantra.

Ling Yihan froze, then smiled with delight: “Even if Jinlou protects you, I’ll still openly cripple you tomorrow in the challenge.”

The porcelain-lined chamber was extremely sturdy; though it shook, the isolation array had been broken, and no matter how Xiu Yue screamed, Anzi refused to open the door.

With the conversation at this point, Ye Haochuan could only grow more awkward if he stayed—he left obediently.

Zhao Wusuan smiled faintly: “Since it’s you, you may die in peace. Loveflower, loveflower, severed ties, broken fate—activate, die.” He wanted to watch Yan Zhen die, but Yan Zhen didn’t move a single inch.

After killing Qian Rou, Mo Yunshang slowly closed his eyes, drew a deep breath. Though he hadn’t hesitated during the fight, they had once been close—killing Qian Rou himself, to claim he felt nothing would be a lie.

Wang Chen and Wu Fuming still lurked in the shadows—more precisely, three of them, including Dola, who hid even more secretly. Wang Chen knew Wu Fuming was unaware of Dola’s existence.

She gazed at her severed arms—if she could recover them, perhaps she could beg Lady Bai for help; given her years of loyal service, Lady Bai might expend precious medicines to reattach them.

These two once-close friends had argued repeatedly these past few days over Ye Haochuan’s group.

“So I’ve won—you will die by my sword.” Yan Zhen gripped the hilt, pointing the blade directly at Jian Feng.

“Huh?” Li Kaixiong stared at his empty hands, then at Lin Yi’s Sacred Tree, stunned.

Just as Gao Qing was about to return to his room, the shadow appeared again. This time, Gao Qing didn’t turn around—he knew that if he truly touched that thing, turning back would instantly extinguish the three fires on his body, and then he wouldn’t be able to run even if he wanted to.

After a dull, chilling thud, the muscular urban enforcement officer flew like a sack of sand, arcing through the air, striking two comrades before slamming hard into the concrete wall behind him—he spat blood upon hitting the ground.

Washington, the White House: the One-Eyed Director briefly recounted his conversation with the White Empress to the President, darkening the President’s face as if water were dripping from it.

“Hmm, at least that aura feels similar to mine.” Meng Zhi nodded, ignoring the expressions of the beasts.

Everyone watched helplessly as the two youths were swallowed whole by the Toad Demon’s bottomless maw, vanishing without a sound.

“I won’t listen to your nonsense—I just want to know: why are you occupying my body? What are you after?” Lei Chen’s face twisted into a vicious snarl, as if a schizophrenic muttering to himself.

Hearing the sporadic gunfire, Meng Qi wanted to shoot that brainless fool dead—but now wasn’t the time.

A deep, resonant voice came from beside him—his tone could have made him a host—but his words were laced with barbs, thick with sarcasm.

Jiang Chuan stared blankly—he’d forgotten about the system’s quest entirely, and now it had just been completed?

Heaven did not repay his efforts in vain: though the forging technique for Tianlin Gang Jian was complex, after five days of repeated practice, Chen Luo had largely mastered it.