Chapter 92: Killing with a Borrowed Blade

“I take my leave!” Ye Cheng said.

Then, without once looking back, he departed.

Watching him go, Ling Xiaoyue bit down on her fine white teeth, a bright blush rising over her delicate cheeks.

“Hmph. Only when I permit it may you touch me. If I do not give my leave and you dare to do so again, next time I shall have both your hands cut off,” she said.

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Xiahou said, “We still haven’t had lunch. Why not go to Brother Chicken Feather’s stall and make do with a meal there?”

“There is no ‘but.’ Now that you are in trouble, do they care about us?” Chen Baiwan was at a loss for words. Chen Qian was right; he had pleaded more than once with Li Fa’s father to lend a hand, but the man had simply ignored him, not even granting him an audience.

Affairs in the imperial palace changed in the blink of an eye, as fickle as the weather. Within Ye Manor, Ye Zhen was also lying awake, tossed by restlessness. These past days she had been uneasy, unable to sleep through the night. She turned over and stared blankly at the dim yellow candlelight trembling in the room.

It was almost exactly the same route as the one taken during the massacre at Wusong Village, yet this time Ruan Jingtian still took no less time than before.

Tie Bao glanced at the demon qilin, then at the wolf still bleeding. He leaped to the wolf’s side, bent down, scooped it up, and ran.

Beside the cold black iron mine, on an empty stretch of ground, stood three rows of crude houses, the quarters where the miners lived.

Ai Yin gazed at the sky with a complicated expression. Perhaps in her heart she knew that no matter how fervently she prayed, it would be useless. If there had truly been a fishing boat here, they would have already left.

The tree moved toward Lu Ming. With every advance the ground trembled several times, and it even emitted thunderous sounds, showing just how immense its power was. A branch lashed at Lu Ming like a whip; had he been struck, an ordinary person would have collapsed on the spot. But it missed.

Lu Ming’s eyes turned a strange, blood-red hue. Violent killing aura surged from within him, snapping countless branches in two. Black smoke billowed upward as he let out a long howl and formed a malevolent soul array. Within several li, everything was steeped in that killing aura; trees and stones turned black, withering and shattering in an instant.

“Those who only sneak attacks from the shadows will never amount to anything,” she said. To her, this was experience. There had never been a great figure who rose without resorting to underhanded means, yet such things always stained one’s conscience. No one wanted to know that their leader had clawed his way to power by despicable methods. Such shame was unbearable.

Zhao Nanshan did indeed feel somewhat guilty, but not to the point of losing heart over it. After all, he had not mishandled command and forced his subordinates to risk themselves in the hunt for the criminal. On the contrary, he had invited Ghost King Da and the others to intervene and had done everything in his power to ensure everyone’s safety.

A powerful aura, that of a master at the earth realm, burst forth from Dongfang Tiejun. If Yang Zining’s next words failed to satisfy him, he would not hesitate to violate the law of the land, nor to defy the rules of martial virtue, if only to give Yang Zining a severe lesson.

Because it had been a spur-of-the-moment decision to run away from home, Huang Yingying had not brought much clothing with her, and she certainly had no formal business suits.

From then on, cultivation would still have to rely on one’s own honest, grueling effort, so Zhang Baoyu had never been in any hurry to establish the heavenly realm of the Great Hua world.

When Brook opened his eyes again, it was night, and for a moment he had the illusion that he had not been unconscious for very long at all.

The moment Chen Xu saw that warning, the hairs on his back stood on end in a sudden fright.

From the outside, it did not look as grand and luxurious as the Fu residence, but the instant the iron gate was opened, the fragrance of countless flowers drifted out.

According to the Supreme Lord Lao, the Jade Emperor and Buddha were still working hard to repair the Heavenly Pillar, so he could not possibly locate the two great masters protected by the Dark Prison Dao Artifact. But one day, they would surely emerge on their own, and they would also make a move against him.

Yan’s temperament was well known to Yang Zining; under normal circumstances, Yan would not主动 come in and greet everyone.