49 Chapter 49
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However, he did not give up. His eyes rolled, and suddenly he sprawled on the ground, pressing his ear tightly against it to listen to the voice of the earth.
“Guard the Duke well here. I’ll be back shortly.” Wei Dong lowered his eyes in thought and spoke.
Just as Yang Tian was preparing to withdraw his Dharma manifestation and return to the main peak, several groups of figures approached from afar. One group arrived first.
Watching Gao Lin reach her present state step by step, she realized, upon closer examination, that all her mistakes stemmed from one thing: she should never have clung so stubbornly to Li Chenxuan.
“Fuck off. You’re the one who’s sick.” Zheng Qiang cursed as he drove toward the Design Institute.
“Ruan Ning? Interesting enough. Remember your promise. Has anything unusual happened with the Donglin army?” The red-clad man curved his crimson lips upward, then abruptly changed the subject and spoke in a cold voice.
The pain in her eyes could not be concealed, yet her movements were as hesitant as those of an aged woman. Qiao Dongyang stared at her without speaking. Beneath the warmth of her hands, his breathing grew heavier, his emotions surging as he stared deeply into her eyes. Then, without warning, he pulled her into his arms, clasped her back, and pressed her tightly against his chest. His murmured voice was almost hoarse.
Perhaps he had thought of something, for his gaze grew increasingly severe. He had never imagined that Ning Xinya would cause such a commotion behind his back. He had merely sent her to Ning Mo to search for the objects left behind by the Ruan clan.
Zhou Renfa no longer went to the casino. Recently, he mainly visited his mines, rubber plantations, and the nightclubs under his control, following a fairly regular schedule.
When the Wei family departed with Zhang Chen and Zhang Yibei, they took along a “gift” as well: a business card bearing the name Li Tong.
Qingyang clenched his fist slightly, sensing the kingly aura within him as faint as a thread. The corner of his mouth twitched. Although he had defeated Ling Luo, he had exhausted himself completely to unleash the Severing-Space Sword. The kingly aura within his body was now almost entirely depleted. That hollow sensation was truly unpleasant.
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The cavern was extremely like a tunnel. At its dark and gloomy end, he had the eerie impression that something might come surging through at any moment, leaving Tianchu unable to relax for even an instant.
[No. I’ll know the truth soon!]
This was not stubbornness. You simply could not understand how agonizing it was to become fully aware of your own helplessness.
“Tell me, if I kill the lifelong enemy of the Sword Demon, do you think he’ll be grateful to me as well? Perhaps one word from him could directly fulfill my wish. That wouldn’t be bad either.” Ai Daman laughed softly, yet not a trace of change crossed her face. She remained calm, smiling serenely.
The old Daoist Xuanzizi’s letter had finally arrived. The ten-year agreement had reached its end, and Liaocheng had already formed his Golden Core. The time had come to honor the pact. Yet Liaocheng had never been able to see through the old Daoist’s true strength. He was about to travel ten thousand miles, and he had no idea why Xuanzizi insisted on bringing him along.
The army marched for an entire day. On the second day, countless commoners also followed them out of the city, heading toward Jade Spring Mountain to witness the spectacle that appeared only once in a millennium.
Was she standing with the bandits to help bury her own family, or with her husband’s family so that she would not have to endure too much hardship upon returning?
Adao frowned and said, “Master, the Iron Horse Monk learned his martial arts from the old monk of Red Sand Mountain. Does that mean this evil technique was also created by that old monk?” She and Dong Caiqi were close friends, so she casually addressed Pan Yan as her master as well.
He released his left thumb. Tensed muscles would not help with the movement to come. He gently rubbed the spot he had just pressed, doing his utmost to bring himself into peak condition.
Tang Ziliang’s face was deathly pale, like a beast trapped in desperate circumstances. He let out a hysterical roar, gripping the shaft of his spear with both hands and frantically raising it to block. Lustrous light flowed along the spear as surging force exploded forth. At that moment, he had summoned every last trace of true qi within his body.
When Tang Huan had fought Li Yin, he had clearly held back, using nothing more than techniques such as the God-Extinguishing Finger. Now that Li Yin had transformed into a Yin Li, Tang Huan had also played one of his hidden trump cards. Though the Yin Li had surpassed Li Yin in strength, it ultimately could not withstand the erosion of the Dao Fire.
Whenever they encountered an especially precious item—or one whose origins were unclear—the middle-aged man would offer a brief explanation, as a sort of accompanying description.
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“So what if he is a Half-Step True Immortal? A-Da, A-Er, go out there and capture this man alive!” Dylan’s voice rose considerably.
Upon closer inspection, the enormous violet-gold dragon was not a true dragon at all, but a Heaven-grade flying spirit artifact—one forged primarily from Violet Sun Gold.
On both sides lay terrorists who had been severed in two and engulfed in flames, yet had somehow not died. They erupted into wave after wave of shrill, agonized screams.
Tang Huan felt a chill in his heart. From that aura alone, he could tell that the newcomer was overwhelmingly powerful—most likely a ninth-order peak Martial Saint.
Zuo Yi did not care whether Tang Huan could hear him. These past few days, he had occasionally come in and vented his grievances to Tang Huan. Now, no one throughout the entire sect was willing to listen to him. As its sect master, he was no different from a useless ornament, and this was the only place where he could complain to himself.
Afterward, the young weapon refiners also descended from the elevated platform one after another, each carrying their own reward.
But now, seeing these numb people before him with his own eyes, he found that nearly every one of them was grinding their steel teeth to pieces.
Countless people were shaken to their cores, unleashing an overwhelming tide of killing intent. Greed rose in the hearts of countless others. Within this starry sky, this was an opportunity of unparalleled fortune.
Thanks to the dragon’s powerful digestive ability, Mike—an enthusiastic follower of the “Clean Plate Campaign”—ate the black bear’s flesh and bones without leaving a scrap, then let out a burp.
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