Volume One, Chapter 32: A Matter of Life and Death

Liu Ruoxi burned her true essence, unleashing a flurry of strikes so fast they left only afterimages. Her blade tore through the air with a piercing whistle, forcing the fake sect leader to retreat several steps. Her reckless, life-risking style left the imposter feeling a chill in his heart.

This is it! Su Haoming felt the restraints on his arms and legs suddenly loosen. Though the sharp pain still tore at his nerves, he could not afford to care. Instinct drove him to scramble and crawl, stumbling desperately toward the side exit of the arena—the direction Liu Ruoxi had shouted. It seemed to be his only path to survival.

"Still trying to run, you little brat?" The fake sect leader was furious. He shoved Liu Ruoxi aside and turned to give chase, purple-black demonic energy coalescing in his palm...

In just a dozen seconds, a two-meter-long ammunition belt holding a hundred rounds was completely spent. For a martial artist, the destruction of decades of hard-earned skill was equivalent to death, not to mention the loss of his family’s protection; Qi Yao's uncle was in an extremely perilous situation.

On second thought, even if I can't show it to my cousin, I can keep it as a souvenir. Whenever he bullies me in the future, I can secretly take it out and look at his embarrassing appearance—that should be quite satisfying, right?

Whether it is black crystal or other types of crystals, they all contain energy and thus serve as universal currency in the world of cultivation.

Given the speed of the "Wind-Riding Shuttle," naturally, no one could catch up. Lin Yu began to regret coming back to this dilapidated shack on a whim yesterday. If he had been in the herb garden, these people would not have dared to trespass, and he would not have had to deal with them one by one—a task far more difficult than cultivation.

Just as Lin Yu was caught in a dilemma, the strange insect's head suddenly turned toward the exit of a passageway, its expression turning extremely ferocious.

"Wait a moment, let me prepare my props." Liu Hao felt he could not miss this opportunity; he had to establish his image as a figure of justice and must not lose face as the thirty-ninth sect leader of the Xuan Dao Sect.

A-Jiu sighed deeply after hearing this. Well, she had been defeated by the wisdom of the barbarians.

Thinking of this, his gaze deepened. It seemed he would have to hire a strict governess to discipline Yu Yuan, that increasingly lawless girl. Otherwise, if this continued, the future of his two legitimate sons—and his own future—would surely be compromised by her.

Lin Xi’s astonishment was beyond words. He had just promised Zhao Jingyi that he would not take a wife, yet his grandmother had already provided him with a candidate.

"No?" The old man in green robes glanced at him, secretly thinking he was being absurd—to think that the boy wanted to duel with Qingyun Peak? That would be suicide.

The doctor, still caught in a dream, was jolted completely awake by that remark. Looking into Ling Feng’s crimson eyes, he nearly fainted from terror.

Lin Yue spoke with great emotion. The majority of the people in the venue were representatives from various factions, and upon hearing his words, they could not help but nod. Indeed, the contributions of the Dawn Republic were immense.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me." Hong Wu shook his head frantically, his previous arrogance entirely vanished.

"Since you claim Fang Yan killed someone, you must provide a convincing reason," Elder Mo replied calmly.

Moreover, through the exchanges of the past few days, he had clearly understood his own strength. He knew exactly how great the gap was between him and a mid-level practitioner.

Although the authorities of the Longevity Alliance felt that the rat-man incident was still suspicious, they were indecisive and felt they had to continue observing the situation. While the Alliance continued to search for the rat-men, they stopped actively attacking them. The rat-men, in turn, seemed to share a silent understanding; even when encountering humans, they did not strike first.

Originally, Ye Chen did not want to hand it over to Uncle Ming, as Uncle Ming had more important matters to attend to within the Hidden Gate.

However, Xi Ze was an open-minded person. When faced with such relatives, there was almost no solution other than spending money to keep them satisfied. Xi Ze had his bottom line; as long as they were relatives of the same surname and not crazy shrews like his second sister, he would not be stingy with money.

Yet, they did not know that behind that gentle and elegant mask lay a morbid and cold-blooded executioner.

He wanted to prevent them from meeting his sister, fearing that if they crossed paths, she might recruit them, so he lied to them to scare them off and ensure they avoided any contact with her.

The princess had a childhood sweetheart she deeply loved. To win the princess’s hand in glory, the general from a humble background requested imperial permission to go to the frontier to earn merit. Later, however, the general died on the battlefield before he could marry her.

Pan Ling’s eyes darted as a thought crossed her mind. Seeing Yang Fei chatting with people in the circle while Zhang Zhi stepped aside, she stood up and pulled Wang Tian up with her.

Three cars flanked the Porsche. The doors opened, and a large group of people emerged. Leading them was Lin Zhirou, whom they had met just moments ago.

Qingxi kissed Cheng Muyu on the cheek before standing up and sitting to the side to listen to him play the zither.

Knowing that Shi Lingyi was about to leave, Feiyun Xing had a lavish breakfast prepared for her and ordered that the bear paw, which had been severed earlier, be placed in a wooden box and given to Shi Lingyi.

When Bai Yanxi first heard Wang Sen say that, she did indeed feel a bit guilty for taking Su Mo to eat random food.

In an instant, the hundreds of flying swords that had been soaring toward Lin Ye exploded in front of him, generating waves of air.

They were aware of the events of the past; given Elder Yishui’s aptitude, he was qualified to ascend to the position of sect leader, but unfortunately, he had fallen and surrendered the position to his senior brother.

Ding Yue knew that Koke would certainly be valued by Simeone because his positioning was very precise, unlike Adrian, who lacked experience and ran blindly.

This strange object emitted a white light, seemingly summoning the power of heaven and earth to help it break the super-formation trapping the sect leaders of various schools.

The spirit spring was not too far from where Ye Qiong lived. After about half a quarter of an hour, a towering palace suddenly came into Ye Qiong’s view.

"Ah, you’ve returned. How did you break through to the Xiantian realm?" The white-haired, white-robed old man frowned, his voice filled with kind concern and a hint of confusion.

Richard would not let such a chance to show off slip by; he mimicked Kathy’s voice and spoke in English.

The guard hurriedly took off his outer robe and handed it to Chu Wutian. Chu Wutian put it on immediately and tightened his belt. Only then did his complexion slowly return to normal, losing that deep, flushed red.

It just so happened that Xinghai had run ahead to hide; while playing hide-and-seek, he could also look for that spirit.

What a terrifying power this was; one must know that once a strange flame recognizes its master, no one can seize it unless the master is willing or dead.

This was a result they had not anticipated. They had assumed Lin Yifan was just an ordinary commoner, never realizing he was a cultivator possessing divine power—and a level of power that seemed far beyond their own.

Doflamingo was thoroughly shocked. His plan had been well-laid: to kill Law and Sabo during the chaos of the war and then escape. He was confident that if he wanted to flee, no one could stop him.

Fang Lang had rented a room here under a false identity and paid enough to stay for three months.

"Actually, we have always been opponents," the Mohist leader said with a faint smile as he took off his bamboo hat.