Chapter 82: When Immortals Battle, Mortals Suffer

Unable to sense the presence of a cultivator—generally, there are only two explanations. First, the other party’s cultivation is far superior to one’s own. Second, the other party is employing a secret treasure or arcane technique to conceal their true strength. Chen Yang leaned toward the second possibility. That was why he kept his eyes fixed on the smiling mask. “Is it this mask that’s causing the mischief?”

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Xiao Qingqiu used to have similar thoughts, but ever since her brother repeatedly stressed the importance of answering the nation’s call, her attitude had changed dramatically.

Taishi Ci frowned, “Although Chen Yu’s forces are depleted, they still have a stronghold to defend. If we attempt a direct assault, our chances of success will be even slimmer.”

The Northern Barbarians have also explored the path of genetic modification combined with technological advancement, but their efforts have resulted only in gene-enhanced warriors armed with mechanical weaponry—nothing more.

Her car was parked not far away; Shen Qing had never been one to play on her phone while walking, much less while driving.

Wang Kai was right—Lord Wen had done so much for the refugees, yet she herself was unwilling to lift a finger. Having suffered once before, he understood now that to thrive in Xuzhou, he must reclaim all the land. Only then would he have resources enough to raise an army; otherwise, he would be barely holding on.

“Do I look like someone who would lie?” Su Jiaojiao said, while secretly signaling Cheng Yaodi.

This was also why he worried about losing any of his plants, since ascending to higher ranks still required the mark of life.

For example, if Chu Shen’s side provided six thousand pieces of ordinary iron ore, then the City of Magic Shields would have to supply six thousand pieces of bronze-quality timber, as specified.

At that moment, Gongsun Zan was being driven back relentlessly by Yuan Shao. With an ally willing to offer aid, it was a godsend—how could Zhang Lao Liu risk offending them?

“Are you insane!? If he’s poisoned to death inside, wouldn’t that just let him off easily?” Park Jinsheng could barely contain himself, grabbing for the ashtray in a fit of rage. Were these people all brainless?

“Captain Black’s car is just outside, but he still has the keys,” Bard interjected at the right moment.

Gazing at his experience bar, Su Yang calculated silently—half a minute more, and this Yasuo would be dead.

If he wanted to wash his hands clean, to legitimize his power and influence, the Fifth Force was probably the most suitable in the entire world.

Zhaoyang’s expression shifted. Before he could react, black flames had already engulfed his entire head.

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The so-called haunted gold mine was a long-abandoned site, frequented only by the poor hoping to strike it rich from leftover ore—until the day a death spirit took up residence.

This Daniel gave the impression of being almost otherworldly—nothing he did left a trace.

As for the true might of the Dark King, Zhang Yuanhang had no idea; perhaps he possessed unimaginable strength, powerful subordinates, and the capability to launch an assault here.

“Demon!” The man in black opened his eyes, finding himself face-to-face with the white-haired youth’s smiling countenance. The sensation from a moment ago flooded his mind, and he instinctively staggered backward, trying to put distance between himself and Lin Yan.

Given his current standing, founding a nation and ascending as emperor or king was almost a foregone conclusion.

Like a kite soaring in the sky, suddenly its string snapped by a fierce gust—the hope vanished with it beyond the heavens. The pharmacy owner curled his lip, craving a smoke; he reached for a chameleon cigarette and fell into a difficult dilemma.

I had long lost the heart to push the man any further, so I sent Tianshiju to fabricate a crisis. She came running breathlessly to report that the pharmacy owner had finally confessed. Yet what he revealed made me leap to my feet in disbelief, unable to trust my own ears.