Chapter 83: Disguised as a Man

In truth, Ye Cheng knew well that this was when a woman’s emotional defenses were at their weakest, and she desperately needed comfort. His claim that he wanted to leave was just an excuse, a way to test whether the Princess would ask him to stay. If she did, it would mean that he held an important place in her heart. So Ye Cheng remained by the Princess’s side, listening as she recounted the fragments of her past with her consort.

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Among these eight great masters, An Long was considered one with ideals and ambitions. He believed the “Demon King” Shi Zhixuan to be a once-in-a-lifetime genius within the demonic sect, destined to unify its factions, and thus he followed him with unwavering loyalty. This man wore a short left-lapelled robe trimmed with white wolf fur at the hem, and a belt hung with a large, jewel-inlaid curved blade, giving him a menacing appearance.

The Lord of Xuanyuan City slowly drifted forward, his blood-red blade swinging lazily toward the Eternal Ghost King. The attack seemed soft and devoid of force. Xiao Han couldn’t help but wonder if such a feeble strike could truly injure the Eternal Ghost King.

In that fleeting instant, Yue Zhong, along with countless afterimages, was instantly frozen by the terrifying ice pillar.

Lin Tianlong gazed into Instructor Mo’s eyes. Panic flickered in her heart—she couldn’t understand why Lin Tianlong had suddenly become so serious. He was usually careless and nonchalant, never reacting whether scolded or beaten, so his abrupt solemnity unsettled her.

Shiva’s massive hand slowly reached toward Xiao Han. Though it seemed to move at a crawl, in the blink of an eye it was upon him, as if to seize him in its grasp.

After a few brief moments of anguished wailing, all fell abruptly silent. Thick blood soaked into the brown carpet of the cabin, and the ceaseless, gruesome gulping sounds sent chills down the spine.

My steps faltered, and the image I had seen atop Kunhe Snow Mountain flashed unbidden through my mind—the figure in green robes and blood-veiled gauze. I waited for Chonghua to continue speaking, but he fell silent again, saying nothing more.

After two failed dives, the Black Dragon King was no longer so rash. He kept his distance, trailing far behind Xiao Han. Suspecting nothing, Xiao Han sped onward.

Xiao Han cast another weakening curse on the Eternal Corpse King’s guardian. Its movements immediately slowed, though the effect was subtle due to the guardian’s high level. Still, even a slight hindrance was enough.

A surge of crimson light illuminated the fighting arena’s ceiling. In Yi Xuan’s hand, a jade token gleamed with a bold “Forty-Nine,” signaling the imminent birth of the title “Fifty Consecutive Kills.” The arena erupted in excitement, with many cultivators who had bet on Yi Xuan’s victory shouting his name in delirium.

For both clans, the outcome of this five-on-five showdown mattered little. Yet if one of their deities managed to break through a bottleneck in battle, it would be a monumental boost to the wildlands’ overall strength.

Yet after a while, Lu Chen sensed something was amiss. The burden on his back was not growing heavier, but lighter, as if fading away.

In Wudi City, Li Kuafu stood unrivaled, the foremost master of the martial world. His duel with Liu Ziyang was the most anticipated in the land, awaited eagerly for years by countless onlookers—including Lu Chen himself.

The disciples of Jade Pool all wore expressions of astonishment. The famous Sky Ghost of the continent turned out to be nothing more than an unremarkable platypus?

As the dust settled, Zuo Jun stood at the gate in simple white attire, a green jade coronet atop his head, black-soled boots on his feet, a brocade sash at his waist, and a tube of purple sandalwood and bamboo in his arms.

Zhou Lanxiang managed to halt the onslaught of the Frenzied Demon Staff Technique without so much as a scratch, save for a brief numbness in her legs. This alone proved her cultivation far surpassed that of Faben—not just by a little, but by a vast margin. Had it been anyone else, the staff, infused with Faben’s power, would have smashed them into pieces long ago.