Chapter 23: Is It Not Suitable?

Lin Hui took the transcript from Fang Wenxuan’s hand and read it over, nodding as he said, “There are indeed some suspicious points. They all say they couldn’t defeat Su Qixing; at first, they were the ones getting hurt. Later, Su Qixing jumped onto the car and suddenly fell off, giving them the chance to injure him. This suggests that perhaps there weren’t just seven people in the fight—there was another person who knocked Su Qixing down, and that person ran away.”

Fang Wenxuan paused, looked at Lin Hui, and smiled, surprised that they had reached the same conclusion once again.

“Let’s hurry then,” Fang Wenxuan said, looking at Lin Hui.

The two walked outside together.

“I want to buy something to bring to Captain Li,” referring to the captain of the traffic police brigade.

“Thank you, Chief,” Smoke Without Fire joked as he got up and pretended to help Cai Cai, his title now changed to Deputy Chief of Conquest.

Just then, a gray silhouette silently caught up with Chu Xuan, who was moving at lightning speed. It was Ji Wu Mie, whose voice, cold and filled with murderous intent, rang out behind him.

Qi Huayuan’s storage ring was massive—large enough to hold five cities. Three cities’ worth of space was packed with items, all sorted and organized by category.

As for Old Bei, at the moment Mikoli scored, he couldn’t help but slam the soda bottle he was drinking onto the ground and began cursing in Spanish.

“So, do you have confidence in tonight’s victory?” Andrews didn’t press further and instead stopped at that, seemingly protective of Rachel.

At last, the grand tournament anticipated by all the warriors across the continent officially began. The inscriptions in the sky above the Lingwu Continent had hung there for a whole month, and when they finally disappeared, the location of the tournament was revealed: the Domain of Death, a place feared by all.

“Hurry and escape! We’re not their match yet!” Yuan Gang urgently tugged at Phantom Wind, anxious.

Su Li silently followed behind him. Now that they had returned, reality had to be faced. Even if she made it clear she wouldn’t compete, there was still a way forward.

The imperial physician paused, sneaking a glance at Yin. Su Li was clearly teasing Yin, who at this moment needed to calm his emotions even more than she did. Yet this was a matter between husband and wife, so the physician dared not speak.

With a thunderous crash, the tunnel of black and white light slammed into the ten puppet masters, the force so overwhelming it sent them flying.

Here, too, heavy snow fell without exception. Three consecutive days of snow made traversing the mountain path even harder.

Outside, Ling Luo’s face turned pale, drained of color, sweat beading on her forehead and soaking the wisps of hair at her temples.

Three days later, Ling Luo and several others held a send-off ceremony for Gu Canglan in Chongyang City. After delivering an inspiring speech to the departing soldiers, she announced that she would enter seclusion.

Mo Mei, Tan Luo, and Sorceress Yan Po entered the bedroom. On the bed, the man’s silver hair lay scattered, his eyes tightly closed. His face, as ethereal as a startled swan, was cold and outstanding, rivaling the beauty of an autumn moon. Except for the naturally upturned corners of his lips, his appearance seemed subtly different from before.

This time, he saw clearly. It was Shangguan Yuanrang, who had somehow arrived under the city gate. Judging by the glow of earthy yellow light radiating from his fist, it was he who had caused the commotion.

“So weak, yet still puts on that arrogant front. Alas.” Zi Qi shook his head in pity.

As expected, the words of the Heartless Ghost matched Li Hexian’s guess. He remained calm, nodded, and held the Ghost Soul Stone in his hand, where pure Yang fire ignited in his palm.

“Brother Anuan... I still can’t feel it,” Nie Linglong said, eyes closed, frustrated.

Being knocked down caught Archieir off guard. Yet Archieir’s strength was formidable, his reaction swift. Almost simultaneously as Wolf Fang lunged to bite his neck, Archieir activated a defensive move from his martial art—Bronze Wall.

“Because the person who captured Lord Fang was me.” Floating Cloud Anuan stated bluntly, with no sign of concealment.

The legend of the Cicada Wing Armor is widely circulated. But the most fascinating and often seriously discussed tale is that many firmly believe it was crafted from the wings shed by a cicada clan member who had lived for ten thousand years.