22 The Exorcised Special Grade

Seeing this, Cui Feng lunged forward. He was eager for his opponent to strike first, as it would give him a legitimate reason to retaliate. He would not hold back this time; if he did not teach his opponent a bloody lesson, he feared he would face endless harassment in the days to come.

Watching Liu Lingshan on the verge of a breakdown, Shi Yi’s first instinct was to leave immediately—he had no intention of inviting humiliation upon himself.

After rushing to Xiang Cheng’s side, Xiang Hu unleashed a spirit technique without reservation. He knew that only by showing ruthless intent now would there be a greater chance that Xiang Shanhe might spare Xiang Cheng later.

“Honestly, refusing to open up to the public? I have plenty of money! Go find your lobby manager! Tell them I insist on going to the Princess Hall on the second floor!” Liu Lingshan said indignantly, her demeanor that of a nouveau riche.

“Commander-in-Chief, the main economic pillars of Yunnan and Guizhou are opium. If we control their provincial exit routes and ban the trade, what do you think will happen?” Chen Tingjia asked.

To this, Li Chi only offered an awkward smile, curling his lip and cursing silently, thinking it was nothing but jealousy of his own dashing looks.

This sudden turn of events left the three of them wide-eyed with shock. As a sinister aura exploded outward, a young man in white strolled into view with a faint chuckle.

The next day, as the sky began to turn a faint, fish-belly white, the group of ten resumed their journey. Along the way, they encountered many hurried travelers, most of whom were heading toward Flame Dragon Valley.

By the time Chen Ning and his party returned to Fangcheng, Yang Desheng had already arranged for the artillery production line and technical instructors provided by the Krupp Company to be received at the Ten Thousand Mountains Arsenal.

The light was somewhat dim and fragmented, carrying a hint of indescribable gaudiness as it cast shadows in patches over Chu Xuanlang beneath the trees.

Finally, desire overcame reason. Some, unwilling to wait any longer, risked an attack, but the outcome was as expected. Before they could even reach Feng Mie—before they could even touch the hem of his garment—they were thoroughly wiped out by the rest of the crowd.

***

Next, he released his Chaos Heart Fire to refine these agreements. He focused his thoughts on the Dao Seal deep within his consciousness, manipulating the nine seals to unleash his Dao techniques, and forged a single, fused technique from the nine.

Having traveled together for so long, Brother Chen understood that the so-called Commandant Tian was actually the heir of the Duke of Cheng’en, and he hurried to follow him.

Glancing at the caller ID, Xiu Ying’s eyes flickered. She nodded an apology to the other two at the table and answered, opening with a slightly coquettish “Oppa.”

Closing his eyes, as if he had practiced it a billion times, he instantly entered a state of deep meditation. He could clearly perceive the various magical elements in the world: earth, wind, water, fire, lightning, darkness, and light.

However, judging by the expressions of the thirty-two natives in the team, although they were somewhat flustered, they had not reached the point of panic. It seemed that while they knew these dozens of black tornadoes posed a threat, they were not truly capable of destroying them completely.

Su Bei and Qin Zhuiyue exchanged a glance before setting off, flying toward the direction of the Endless East Pole Sea.

In truth, that was exactly the case. After discovering the Resurrection Stone, a momentarily irrational Dumbledore had wanted to revive his sister and mother to make up for the regrets of his life, only to accidentally succumb to the curse Voldemort had placed on the ring. Regardless, he only had one year left to live.

The Tang family lived securely in Zhongzhou City, thanks to the reputation of Tang Sheng: a direct disciple of Patriarch Gu Chi of the Zheng-Yi Sect, and the youngest Nascent Soul cultivator in the cultivation world.

“How is the senior doing?” Stepping into the entryway, Kim Min-seok instinctively lowered his voice.

During this period, they had all come to understand what kind of person Li Zhen was. As the most formidable man in Nanjiang City, no one could surpass him.

“Spare him? Stop now? Is it even possible to stop now? Do you know what he is? He is of Imperial Blood! If we let him survive, will there be any path for us to live in the future? You fool, do you want me dead? Do you want the West Sea to be buried with us? Look at our hands—can we still turn back?” The figure roared with rage, glaring at Ao Qing.

***

Class 12 of the senior year was notorious throughout the school for its poor academic performance and lax discipline. In every grade at Nanling No. 1 High School, there was such a class, filled with students who were both mischievous and academically struggling.

Yin Yi did not want to train today. Her mind was preoccupied with the experimental data from the virtual space, but she didn’t log in because she was preparing for her second grade-skipping exam.

In this way, Boss Gu and his wife gained fame and became figures of influence in the area; no one dared to offend them.

Li Yu tapped his fingers on the table, creating a rhythmic sound. He sat with his eyes closed, lost in thought.

The three thousand Bronze-rank heroes were stunned by the successive self-destructions of over five hundred heroes. Some, gripped by fear, tried to retreat from the battlefield, only to be executed from a distance by the Gold-rank heroes of their own camp.

Qin Ge walked barefoot on the ice, a long bundle still strapped to his back. His clothes were patched, his beard had grown out, and his hair was even longer.

One figure after another surged from the moon, diving directly into the Earth. The multicolored light on the Earth’s surface had now dimmed and was unable to stop these cultivators.