Volume One, Chapter 42: Who Was It That Harmed You, After All?

"Stop!" Pu Hong roared.

A sharp sword left its scabbard with a silver flash, resting diagonally against the man's neck. The man dared not move, his body drenched in cold sweat. Where did this greenhorn come from, daring to strike right here? Did he not know that they were under protection?

Pu Hong trusted his own eyes; he could not have mistaken that hand, covered in scars. The person he was holding was undoubtedly Meng Tingfeng. The man’s companion, sitting in the carriage, waved his hands in feigned innocence, though a flicker of viciousness crossed his eyes. It had been a long time since they had encountered such ignorant officials. Seeing this, Wang Xian drew his sword to restrain the other man, while Pu Hong gently lifted his charge.

Qin Ting waved her hand in front of Qingxin's eyes, only for Qingxin to grab her wrist and slide her other hand into Qin Ting's collar.

"Hmm, I have that feeling too. Although there are many strange things in this world, this is the first time I've heard of something as bizarre as what he described." Wutuo also felt the "flying-head ghost" was nothing more than a charlatan.

Zhenhuan did not buy it, turning instead to ask Xiao Bie and Song Yin for their opinions, questioning whether they should order them detained for interrogation.

Tang Lichuan could not understand it; furthermore, he felt that Shi Feng might have secretly drugged the father and son of the Xiong family to prevent them from defending themselves, all to target the Purple Phoenix Holy Sect.

"Alright, I won't disturb you any further. Remember to come to my place for dinner tonight. Your grandmother and I will be heading off now," Qin Junzheng said.

Just then, the teacher walked in, glanced at Zhang Chao’s swollen, pig-like face and the overturned desks and chairs, then looked away. Every class had a few problem students; he couldn't be bothered to care, nor could he do anything about it.

Why did their relationship suddenly feel so distant? She was particularly conscious of being in the same room with him.

The crowd looked at each other in dismay. Having climbed the mountain with such difficulty, were they really expected to go back down to find lodging?

From Jixiang, Yang Tianlong learned a few things: an abnormal defensive power, immense strength, and lastly, a gluttonous appetite.

Seeing this scene, Mo Wanli’s anger flared again. She narrowed her eyes, her ears twitching, and in an instant, she lunged forward for close-quarters combat.

For a time, the heads of each branch company glanced around, guessing who would become the next president of the real estate firm.

Lin Xiao suddenly understood what Anne meant earlier; this was the advantage of being a player in the Divine Realm faction.

Since ancient times, controlling lightning and summoning wind and rain had been the most adept spells of the Dragon Clan.

Yun Xian pressed her lips together tightly, looking at Xiao as he stepped closer. Her eyes were filled with resolve; she intended to catch him off guard and take his life the moment he approached. However, at that very moment, a pillar of light erupted outside the window, lasting for a full five or six breaths.

"My mother—her body has been possessed by the Demon King. Sister, help me track down the Demon King..." Yun Xian turned to look at Xue Jin, whose temples were already streaked with white.

"I can, but I have no experience. I'm afraid that instead of helping, I'll only add to your troubles," Ding Qian said, worried.

The young man immediately glared at Liu Zhen and said viciously, "Move! Just because he told me not to leave, does that mean I won't?" With that, he shoved Liu Zhen.

More importantly, after a conversation between the Young Master and the Great Elder, even the arrogant and ambitious Great Elder had been subdued. This only added to their confidence in Ye Yun.

"Zhan Fenghua, the head disciple of the Hundred Herbs Hall of the Dragon Might Gate. Just present the token to him; he is currently acting as the Hall Master, so he won't be able to run," Yun Xian said, putting away the jade plaque.

Xu Zizai had advanced to C-rank thirty years ago, but he had lost thirty years of potential advancement time in the "Devil's Tower" prison. He vaguely understood that his "lifespan" as a Spirit Catcher was running out.

Tang Wanwan was stunned; she wanted to turn around, but Zhou Yan held her so firmly she could not move.

Cheng Ming stared at the fragment of the Holy Wall, feeling an ancient and mysterious aura radiating from it.

Just then, that terrifying pulling force returned, drawing wisps of their spiritual energy out and dissolving them into the void.

The ambiguous sound reached Jiang Qingqing's ears, making her ears burn and her heart race.

None of them had participated in Gong Ping's wife's surgery, so they did not know Ye Qiu and remained skeptical of his identity and ability.

Deng Xingzhou suffered a backlash, spewing a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning as pale as gold paper.

Ning Nuan returned directly to the studio. It was lunchtime when she arrived, and just as she was about to get out of the car, she saw Shen Xuan heading toward the parking lot.

Her voice was muffled, thick with tears. Although she kept rubbing her eyes, the tears uncontrollably spilled through her fingers.

White smoke curled up from the pine branches burning in the brazier, but it could not dampen everyone's enthusiasm.

"Ji Yucheng, do not panic. With me here today, I guarantee you will be safe!" At the same time, Shangguan Yuqi transmitted her voice to Ji Yucheng.

"I would like to hear the details..." Shen Ming was stunned again upon hearing this. Could it be that Xiao Yi was still calculating something after all?

Passing by Liu Mei'er, Qin Susu walked straight ahead, completely ignoring her and her murderous glare.

Upon hearing that Han Ge wanted her to direct a large-scale variety show, Chen Han was so happy she could barely contain herself, nearly screaming in excitement.

The bed had been made. I helped him undress; the inner chamber was so quiet that a needle drop could be heard. In the candlelight, I kept recalling the madness of that night, and my face involuntarily flushed red.

As the radiance persisted, the Holy Ancestor Di Jiang hovered between heaven and earth, gazing at the human figure. It beat its four wings and swung its beast claws, seemingly wanting to do something, but despite its efforts, nothing happened in the end.

After collecting the cyan-red sand, it flew toward Zhang Yang. Upon arriving before him, one could see a green-fire sword formed by gray spiritual energy drifting inside the Void Heaven Cauldron. Seeing this, Zhang Yang quickly patted his storage bag, took out the real Green Fire Sword, and sent it inside.