Volume 1, Chapter 51: Tang San Self-Castrates: The Legacy of the God of Evil, I Shall Inherit It!

Driven by an intense desire for revenge, Tang San slowly reached out his hand to pick up the dagger exuding black aura.

His hands trembled uncontrollably, as if bearing the weight of a thousand pounds. The tremor started from his fingertips and rapidly spread up to his entire arm, causing even his arm to shake slightly.

Tang San's face was a complex mix of intertwined pain and unyielding determination.

The veins on his forehead bulged high like angry little snakes, throbbing in sync with his rapid heartbeat.

His pale blue eyes were wide open, burning with the flames of hatred—flames that seemed as though they would ignite the surrounding air.

Even his teeth gnashed loudly, as if he wanted to...

Watching with utter shock as Hammo spat blood and safely landed on the edge of the city wall, the usually arrogant Musur would never have dreamed that Hammo could actually survive his slash, which had been infused with the greater part of his power.

Wang Yang felt the space before him suddenly darken as a fierce wind howled by his ears. He immediately realized that Xu Luo was no mediocre opponent, but a truly formidable adversary. However, having studied under various renowned masters for many years, he was not frightened; instead of dodging or evading, he took a firm, wide stance, drew in a sharp breath, and thrust his hands upward from below.

After following the police car to the bank to withdraw the money, Xu Zhijie deposited it all and opened a savings passbook. It totaled over eighty thousand in cash. If he had to rely on a regular job, he truly had no idea how many years it would take to earn that much money.

"The stones in your pack aren't light either, weighing around eighty pounds or so. Hope you two return soon." Swift smiled wickedly as he looked at the group.

"What's going on?" Chen Feng frowned as he stepped forward. Why were there so many problems the moment he returned? The Silver Bone Vajra behind him seemed to sense Chen Feng's impatience, hopping slightly and appearing somewhat restless and irritable.

"Damn, is that really a mutated skeleton?" Chen Feng looked with pleasant surprise at the sudden gift. This one turned out to be a werewolf skeleton; looking even more robust and sturdy than human skeletons, Chen Feng immediately grew excited.

Although his behavior had been a bit excessive, at the very least it made him feel the warmth of having someone protect him.

"Qingqing, I can be cured, absolutely. With modern technology advancing so fast, my infertility can definitely be fixed." Bao Ge panicked a little.

The ancestor of the Huo family spat out a mouthful of blood, and after his fingertips rapidly formed incantations, a map of mountain ranges mysteriously appeared in the void, with a striking red spot upon it marking the exact location where Huo Zun had fallen.

A primitive barbarian who had only recently risen to fame actually possessed physical strength on par with a supreme Saint's chosen successor?

"Hmph, if the Sect Master hadn't been present just now, I would have killed him long ago!" Hearing Luo Nantian's words, Qin Hao said with a cold snort.

The main attraction of this Hidden Dragon Tea Gathering was naturally the clash between the top prodigies of the Eight Great Heavenly Sects.

This suited Long Yan quite well. Thinking about living here in the future and interacting with various martial arts experts, his heart surged with boiling blood.

About half an hour later, the Primordial Cauldron trembled slightly and then opened. Immediately, wisps of faint medicinal fragrance drifted out from within the cauldron, causing Lian'er to instantly start drooling and pounce forward with an impatient look.

Even if these three hundred million were truly bought back, shouldn't they belong to him? What was the meaning of giving three hundred million to Xia Yang?

At this moment, Ling Yun bore no resemblance to a mere intermediate Martial Honored; the overwhelming aura with which he commanded the winds and clouds was enough to subjugate anyone.

Yet now, Hao Jian was actually gathering the inner disciples of the Taiqing Divine Gate toward this direction, while behind them were pursuers from three other directions. This was simply too shameless.

Just a moment ago, he had been this close to directly executing the Dehoudao Zhenren, so why had he suddenly turned cowards?

What concerned them most now, however, was precisely who had hired the Assassin Emperor to assassinate Ye Wuchen. Could it be those same people who, a little over a month ago, had nearly driven the Long family to extinction and whom they had failed to trace no matter how hard they investigated?

The rain finally stopped, the storm finally subsided, and sunlight once again pierced through the clouds to shine upon the sea.

Throughout the Nine Provinces of Huaxia, there has never been an exact count of how many mercenary groups exist; if there aren't ten thousand, there are at least eight thousand. Securing the eleventh position among such a staggering number is truly no easy feat.

A moment later, a figure appeared above the inn. He looked at the departing figure's back with a hint of doubt in his eyes, uncertain whether he should follow.

As for the other onlookers and tourists, seeing a young man wearing a face mask walk over, they were all momentarily stunned and couldn't help but speak up.

After walking for about an hour, the path suddenly opened up before him. A Taoist temple appeared in his view, built right on the mountainside. Looking up, the sky above was completely unobstructed; yet barely an hour ago, he had flown over this very mountain region countless times and had never laid eyes on any temple or pavilions.

Massaging and rubbing him personally, while driving away his injuries and pain, the effect of promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis was exceptionally extraordinary. If Yuan Xing hadn't been injured so severely this time, he wouldn't have used such precious medicinal wine to massage him; after all, for injuries sustained during normal training, ordinary bruise-curing medicine would have sufficed.

Using the Great Thousand Traces Close-Quarters Movement technique with nearly all his might, Liu Tian began to breathe heavily and gasp for air as his nasal breathing turned erratic.

Hearing Chu Tianyu's words, the people at the scene became extremely excited. They also wanted to see what kind of extraordinary figure Chu Tianyu really was, to dare utter such arrogant words inside the Hongji Taekwondo Hall.

The palace attendants and servants behind the two could not help but reveal looks of astonishment for two reasons: first, Ye Luo had not bowed or paid respects to Xuanyuan Ce from the beginning until now; and second, Xuanyuan Ce had not referred to himself as "Zhen" (We) in front of Ye Luo.

Generally speaking, these people would keep their most important items close to their bodies, placing them within arm's reach even when asleep.

Zhang Zhenxian's men placed a truckload of dynamite sticks all around the nightclub. It was undoubtedly designed by a professional demolition expert.

After witnessing the transformation of the corpses, the weight finally lifted from my heart. All my previous dissatisfaction and hostility toward Hu Feng transformed entirely into overwhelming gratitude. This old Taoist priest was no ordinary person; everything he had done was clearly solely intended to guide me back into my true physical body.