Chapter 92

91, Tai Guang (4K, 1/2)

After hearing Su Chen personally agree, they considered him a madman but also felt a grudging respect for him.

Later, the three major families of Lincheng sat together and hired a Huaxia fengshui master who identified the root problem, but the master could not enter the Fiendish Heaven Tomb at all, nor break its array, and eventually the matter was dropped.

"Attack!" called Damaoguyan from outside the circle; beside him, sword light spun wildly, and the fallen, disheveled flowers had regained the offensive.

Unfortunately, he had no ability to act himself, and he knew clearly he would never hold a blade again in his life.

For such childish words to come from an Emperor's mouth, Xu Ruyi ought to say "Watch your tongue" and offer earnest counsel.

But when he saw Mu Feng's attitude toward the giant, he immediately sensed that expressing gratitude would be extremely difficult.

"I heard you're in trouble, my lord—the matter seems quite thorny?" Gu Zifei said bluntly.

This kind of bracelet would likely be left uncollected even if thrown on the street, and might even get kicked a few more times.

It's not their fault—after all, the White Lotus Sect was the first to break the peace in Xuzhou Prefecture; from this standpoint, they were in the wrong. But that doesn't mean the White Lotus Sect will sit idle and wait to be destroyed.

When the noise on the street gradually faded, the three realized it was deep into the night; checking the time, it was already midnight. Su Muqiu quickly pulled the two up, preparing to head home.

Chen Feng chuckled; the brief exchange allowed him to easily judge the opponent's strength—a Peak Divine Realm expert, whose aura suggested he was stronger than the Furious Lion War God, seemingly on the verge of condensing his Divine Core.

Besides clan members and enlightened individuals, there were also the surviving prefects and city governors who lived before the Martial Alliance's invasion.

At this moment, the great array formed, like a black hole taking shape in space, like a vortex—immediately, a tremendous suction surged outward, drawing in the faint, scattered heavenly and earthly spiritual energy in the air.

The only one who came personally to negotiate, Commander Joseph, upon seeing Chen Hao's teleport-like trash-throwing display, showed a flicker of understanding in his eyes.

"Are you our relative?" he asked childishly, since they had eaten together last night.

After passing through the Apocalypse Canyon, following the map's markings, the group of four headed straight for a city called "Nanwang City"—this city was the southernmost of the Beast Tribes, and its significance to them was much like that of the Apocalypse Fortress to the Radiant Imperial City.

He left all his clothes and daily belongings to his disciple, gave him half his lifetime's savings, completed the paperwork, mounted his horse, and rode day and night, returning to Chang'an in just seven days.

"Director Chen, rest assured—Doctor Lin already instructed me, and I'll be careful," Feng Ma Shi said.

Hu Tuli's knife slashed toward the leader, who cunningly pressed himself flat against his horse's back to dodge, then charged straight for the group.

Though outwardly mocking Li Zihao, Jiang Fan was genuinely delighted for him inside.

The blind man opened it, revealing a scroll made of some animal hide, which, despite countless years, showed no signs of decay.

Under his leadership and deployment, everyone moved in order, hacked through brambles, and burned out a large encampment.

His Five Elements space seemed filled with countless cultivation methods, but unfortunately, he could not retrieve any of them, so he could not let others practice them.

The Dongyuan forces fled in panic, even abandoning their knives—they could all see clearly, even if not fools, that Dongyuan was finished.

Before he could react, the Guide and the Proclaimer felt a chill run down their spines; the next instant, the light swept over them, shredding their Immortal Battle Armor, causing their indestructible, eternal bodies to spew a mouthful of blood, staring in disbelief toward the direction where the bronze giant gate vanished.

"That's right—never before!" Jiang Kairan decided to fight to the end, determined to win the girl.

Jiang's mother, seeing Officer Fang leave, hurried to Jiang Kairan's side, gently stroking his cheeks and shoulders.

Hearing Tu Shang say that, Jiang Fan sighed bitterly, rubbing his temples in frustration. If someone called it a secret, he truly couldn't press further.

Thus, Li Ling's troops marched southward, while the Chanyu followed behind with cavalry, both sides advancing and fighting without lingering.

Huangfu Xiao and Huangfu Yun stood on opposite sides, each commanding large numbers—but these men were all from the maternal families of the two Imperial Princes.

"Whose spiritual treasure it is is obvious—how could there be any misunderstanding?" Lièyàn sneered.

She had never, in their presence, shown such a bright, cheerful smile—he had thought she was naturally gloomy and sinister.

Xu Tian said nothing at first, merely waved his hand lightly; a gray-gold light entered everyone's bodies. No one resisted—they had no suspicion or resistance toward Xu Tian at all.

At this moment, a phone call came in; Zhu Jianrong pulled out his phone, saw the caller, immediately hung up, and hurled the phone far away.

Might as well try anything—Zhang Shaonu clamped the talisman between his fingers and aimed it at Ox Head and Horse Face—but nothing happened. Ox Head and Horse Face laughed harder, propping themselves up with their weapons.

Dressed in their own clothes, holding no fan items, they would normally be mistaken for random fans—possibly from several different groups—but no one expected that most of the random fans waiting here were actually fans of the same group, which was astonishing.

"Do you even know or not?!" Yi Na was getting angry. When did this become a joke? Can we even do our mission properly anymore?

Shi Hao directly seized the treasure artifacts of the four clan elders, but these artifacts were not particularly high-grade, leaving him deeply dissatisfied.

Gao Fei now manifested three identical weapons—what was he doing? Showing off? Or had he gone mad?

"Come on, Director Shen, let me toast you again," said a fat, jowly man, raising his wine cup.