Chapter 255: Chains, Mountain Songs

The next morning, he untied Azi’s acupoints; she let out a cry of “Ouch!” and collapsed onto the ground.

She had stood all night; her legs were utterly numb. As long as the acupoints remained sealed, she felt like a statue of wood or clay—but once unsealed, even the slightest movement threw off her balance, and she fell at once.

She sobbed softly, pulled up her pant leg, and revealed two snow-white calves, some patches faintly tinged with blue—evidence of pooled bruising.

Zhao Ti asked, “Why are you crying?”

Azi shook her head.

Tian Bohuang later took her to Huiyan Tower, killed a disciple of the Mount Tai Sect, then encountered Ling Huchong in combat—until Li Bufu, the “Not a Swordsman,” intervened and drove him off.

A white crow was locked inside, its leg bound with a thin rope, flapping its wings desperately to escape.

Some ghosts merged into the streets; others merged into a lake—transference was also possible.

But this alone was not enough to instill fear in him; though the opponent’s theoretical strength slightly exceeded his own, it was clear the man lacked combat experience compared to him.

Clove had assumed he could not learn the Super Saiyan 4 transformation without defeating Vegeta, but to his surprise, Vegeta ultimately acknowledged him—his mood was now extremely cheerful, even forgetting his severe injuries.

After dinner that night, Li Bufu and Qu Feiyan discussed recent events in the Jianghu.

Seeing Huang Yue so confident, Jiang Lan stopped trying to dissuade her; she too wanted to see what was on Qin Xiao’s computer—perhaps it would help her understand Qin Xiao a little better.

Li Bufu looked at Liu Zhengfeng; Liu could not bring himself to speak. But then he thought: if he stayed silent, not only would the entire Liu household die senselessly, but even this younger brother who supported him might not survive.

“It’s not that I’m holding a grudge against him—look at him, he shows up every morning without fail.” He had once thought it was coincidence, but now to claim it was still accidental? He’d be a fool.

Luo Xiu, having sat as city lord for decades and mastered the ways of the world, produced two pills, then turned to take his leave—strongly inviting Yang Qingyan and the others to visit the city lord’s residence before departing.

Peng Mo, utterly drained, looked into his still-trembling eyes, forced a faint smile, and shook her head to indicate she was fine.

Yun Feng laughed loudly; sword qi surged to the heavens, and at the same moment, terrifying killing intent pierced the sky—now the heavens were choked with oppression, dark clouds churned as if rain were about to fall.

“The Supreme Commander still cannot achieve successful immunity against Earth’s viruses?” Guang Yexun asked with concern.

Another loud laugh rang out; the next instant, the sky split open as demonic energy was torn apart by a forceful aura—then a pair of iron fists crashed down, slamming hard into the chest of a demonic alien.

Hearing this, Yun Feng let out a long howl: to be honest, fighting two peak Three-Star Soul Emperor-level opponents at once didn’t frighten him at all—in fact, he felt a quiet eagerness rising within.

Night wind sighed; battle banners snapped loudly. The Martial King stood atop the city wall, gazing far off at a single point, lost in thought for a long time.

Within the world, a colossal ancient tree rose from the earth—each single leaf was as vast as a continent, radiating thick, swirling mist.

Shi Daoran was deeply troubled; the Li father and son had grown increasingly disruptive. They had turned the sect upside down, driving the old master to exhaustion. He himself was constantly subjected to media suspicion, with endless reports swirling around him.

A bed, large, and some other decorations; beside the bed, an alarm system—direct one-touch alert.

Always so half-resistant, half-willing—and every time she resisted, it coincided precisely with Cao Peng’s period of fatigue.

Since then, the Eagle Sect’s patriarch, having lost his brother, no longer cared for cultivation; the sect’s strength steadily weakened, and over time, its purpose gradually shifted toward delivering messages between the two continents.