Chapter Thirty-Two: Cloudheaven Pavilion

The night watchman’s face darkened the moment Shen Hua mentioned the girl in blue, though he still couldn't resist hurling an insult as he turned to leave. Thinking he had made a quick enough getaway, he was caught off guard when Shen Hua snatched a small stone from the ground and flung it at him. The stone struck him squarely on the head, drawing a cry of pain. Ignoring the aftermath of her aim, Shen Hua vaulted over the wall and entered the Tianyun Pavilion.

Once inside, she stopped a young woman at random to ask where the manager could be found. The woman, assuming Shen Hua was a newcomer...

The village chief listened, then turned his face away from the yamen soldiers. After several seconds, he looked back and said, "It is a long story, and I cannot explain it in a single sentence. I do not know how to tell you, so please, do not ask anymore. My mind is a bit of a blur right now." As he spoke, the village chief shook his head and lowered it again.

"Wasn't Huang Zhong supposed to be attacking Guanghan City? If the one here is Huang Zhong, then who was attacking Guanghan City before? Can he fly, for heaven's sake?" Wu Yi burst into a fit of rage.

This was merely the initial state. Whenever they spotted a pedestrian they deemed a threat walking along the other side of the street toward the mansion’s front gate, every soldier would stiffen. Indeed, Meng Xinghun could see their palms tightening around the hilts of their blades and one foot shifting, ready to launch their bodies forward like coiled springs.

The divine dragon formed by the sword aura was as swift as lightning, its immense power turning everything in its path into ruins. In an instant, the dragon destroyed more than half of the Xuanyuan Manor, leaving behind a trench on the ground tens of meters wide and over twenty meters deep.

The Wu and Ye families were also in miserable straits; with their strongest masters dead, their clans were destined to be slowly devoured by other families or sects.

"Would you like to buy a bowl?" the vendor selling green apple-flavored candy juice asked as he saw the inn waiter peering inside.

"I will blast you down from there, believe me." Situ Xiao’s eyes shone brilliantly, his aura as a God-King vast and boundless. A black dragon circled above his head, its presence imposing and filled with demonic power.

Xiahou Yuan had not anticipated Zhao Yun making a move, and caught off guard, he was unable to react in time. Because the arrow tower on the pass was so high, the vanguard of the Cao army could not escape, and over a hundred men were struck by arrows and died on the spot.

The second tier held only a few dozen tables, reserved exclusively for the young masters of the various branches and the elite disciples. Naturally, the quality of the food and the skill of the chefs were significantly better than those on the lowest level.

The pain in his ears subsided slightly, and a tearful Nie Zhan asked the Dragon-Tiger warriors to take him back.

"How could you be so... I tell you, even if I have to become a monk, I will never marry you!" Zhang Xiaohu said, beside himself with rage.

Chai Yan had collaborated with Chen Jie solely to cause trouble for Yang Xudong, hoping to make him too ashamed to be with Ling Lan. But now, it seemed that would be difficult.

To be honest, had he not been injured during his previous battle with Yan Liang, it would not have been an easy task for Xiao Yuheng to kill Gan Liang in one fell swoop.

"Is that swindler really your classmate?" Miao Wu asked, her eyes fixed on the doorway, still unable to believe it.

All the police officers present felt the same; they were well aware of Wang Hui’s medical condition, and what Chen Yufeng had just said aligned perfectly with the doctor’s diagnosis.

The students were still unaware of the outcome of the fight from the night before; they remained deeply enamored with the two Thai experts, Tai Kun and Tai Hu, focused solely on learning their formidable Muay Thai.

My muscles were trembling all over. I realized then that I was not as calm as I had imagined; I was, in fact, terrified.

Without giving him a chance to speak, I slashed his tendons: "Throw these hands away to feed the dogs!" My tone was icy, cold enough to nearly freeze the entire mourning hall.

Liu Yunyun hurriedly welcomed the guest inside, and Huanhuan stepped forward to help He Yuan remove her cloak. He Yuan plopped down onto the heated kang and reached out to toy with one of Liu Yunyun’s cushions.