27. Walking into the Trap

"I will follow the arrangements of my father, Duke Webster. It is my wish to bring peace to both nations," Cos and King Byron exchanged calm glances, showing no sign of panic, for she had learned to lie with composure before others.

A thought flickered momentarily, now irrelevant; Yang Chong had no time to speculate on the winding roads here.

"Then truly, not a single one shall be spared!" Xiao Feng silently vowed. At present, he was at a disadvantage, and outside stood a formidable expert at the peak of the third-tier Martial King realm—more precisely, an expert whose full power had yet to be unleashed.

"Jiang Sen, shall we terminate our contract?" His words carried the weight of exhaustion and weariness, a profound melancholy as if spoken by an elder who had long passed his prime, devoid of any youthful vigor, evoking a sense of sorrow.

"Shi, you have been so good to me; how can I ever repay you?" Su Yi sighed deeply.

Hearing Bai Ling’s inquiry, the man slowly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes locking sharply on the crowd, his piercing gaze immediately fixing on his target.

"Damn it!" Zuo Nan thought of how his good brother had been duped several times by the teachers of the Peak Academy, and he charged forward at a brisk pace.

"You sneaked out secretly, don’t think I didn’t notice!" Big-nosed Fan abruptly ceased snoring and spoke in a low voice.

"Roar!" Wu Di howled to the heavens, his appearance now transformed. No longer the decrepit zombie or skeletal figure, he bore dark skin, thick eyebrows, large eyes, a square jaw, and a prominent nose—a true valiant general of a bygone era, exuding dominance with every gesture.

Lin Fei’er gasped. This was the rare flame she had painstakingly schemed to acquire. She had finally completed her fiery spiritual root; how could she possibly use it to exchange for healing pills meant for others?

The formidable figure was a terrifying genius. Though the low-level demons were unaware of his true strength, demons only emerged from the Abyss, indicating that this individual had once ventured deep into its depths.

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"Why? This is a good thing. If you have money, you can make money," Zhang Cheng said with some doubt.

The Ancient Energy was an energy purified to the utmost degree. If possible, they naturally desired such energy. Yet the Ancient Gate would not tolerate this. Being a noble portal itself, how could it accept the presence of another?

"Brother, are you feeling unwell?" Si Qi seemed to notice something unusual about Na Tie and asked curiously.

Shatu sneered disdainfully but suddenly commanded his shark demon illusion to charge forward fiercely.

Typically, the guards at the mining area would not stray far from their post, lest they fail to retreat timely once their energy cards were depleted. Thus, they had no concerns about soldiers from Meilin returning to scour the jungle. The military equipment of the two underground ecosystems shared similar design principles.

Mysterious silken threads crawled slowly within the palm, exuding a distinctly sinister aura. Yet upon seeing them, the man’s brows furrowed slightly, as if recalling something deeply vexing.

At this moment, the only person she thought could offer her the greatest help was Lu Yiyan.

Mentioning this, Xiao Xing’s expression suddenly grew heavy. After a brief silence, he spoke softly.

What’s wrong with Jason? He never used to speak to her like this, no matter what she did. Has he become so complacent now that they are engaged? Must she endure everything quietly?

"What good is telling you the truth? What can you do without your power? It only adds to your troubles. Rather than dwell on that, wouldn’t it be better to sit here, eat well, rest, and wait for Ichigo to save you?" Wu Yue said noncommittally.

Unlike before when she demanded too much from Xiong Shaoyuan or was overly temperamental, and unlike her excessive flattery and accommodation of Lu Qin, now her way of relating to Li Tie felt comfortable and fitting.

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Old Yunhu and Gu Dalong were hiding behind a large rock, engaged in battle with the enemy. Though outnumbered two to ten, they held their ground without losing an inch.

Though they would never truly treat him as a demon, the travelers had to protect their cover. The less exposed, the better.

The more he concealed the contents, the more others’ curiosity grew. Yet Song Shi’s heart was as hard as iron; despite his subordinates and students’ plaintive gazes and King Zhou’s subtle inquiries, he kept that box of manuscripts sealed tight, never letting anyone glimpse inside.

Ye Miao coaxed him gently from the side. He accepted everything but remained silent, feigning anger while idly swinging his suspended foot back and forth.

The rain grew heavier, gradually forming a curtain of mist, shrouding the entire world in a haze.

The doctor conducted a final check on Liu Jiahan, stating that her recovery was good, but she still needed proper rest—implying that this young lady would require someone to care for her.

So if there truly was reason, one should let go. Li Jiayu thought she could do it but failed. Now, more than ever, she wished for encouragement—even a simple "You can do it, give it a try." At least make the effort, right?

Yin Limo’s footsteps halted before Bai Moyan. She raised Bai Moyan’s chin, her eyes flickering with complex emotions.

Li Longxian saw Ying Wantian dragged into the "Blood Pagoda" and knew that his fate was likely grim. Now, hearing Shen Feng’s words, he felt an even greater chill run through him.