Chapter 64: Bloody Vengeance in the Darkness

The car quickly arrived at the hospital, and by that time, Fang Wenxuan had already fallen into a deep coma.

Watching Fang Wenxuan being wheeled inside, Lin Hui collapsed onto the ground in despair. His body and hands were still stained with Fang Wenxuan’s blood.

The surgery lasted a full four hours before Fang Wenxuan was finally brought out, now lying quietly on the hospital bed.

“Doctor, how is he now?” Lin Hui grasped the doctor’s hand and asked.

“One of the arrows was dangerously close to his heart. Fortunately, the one in his abdomen didn’t damage any vital organs, but he lost a lot of blood, so he won’t wake up for a while. To prevent infection, he’ll need to stay in the intensive care unit for a few days. Once he regains consciousness, he can be moved to a regular ward,” the doctor told Lin Hui.

The boy looked at Chen Xinxin, his youthful face devoid of any expression, bearing a coldness unbefitting his age.

“Don’t worry, there will always be opportunities. Now that the Huo family has defeated the Jin family, if you can defeat the Huo family, it’s as good as beating the Jin family indirectly. Most importantly, as long as our Mu family achieves final victory, the other four families will all be vanquished, so there’s no need to be obsessed with the Jin family,” Mu Jinyue spoke calmly.

“The ruins of the Temple of Truth have been swallowed by a spatial rift, I fear they have been utterly destroyed and can no longer be found,” Han Li shook his head.

With those words, silence fell over the crowd. Everyone was stunned—even the disciples from noble families in the stands stopped their discussions and turned to look at him, their expressions varied.

Wang Qiang knew what needed to be said, nodded, and offered a knowing smile. After a week of hard work, it was finally time to reap the rewards.

Chen Miao noticed that Wu Qinghuang’s tone had suddenly turned cold and wondered to himself if this person bore a grudge against the Wu family. The thought made Chen Miao shiver involuntarily.

Yan Qingyun awoke early from his meditation, his face radiant with joy. The Solid Yuan Pill had finally stabilized his Eighth Heaven realm, allowing him to step directly into the Ninth Heaven.

Arriving in this continent, what she cherished most was her family in the Mu household. In her previous life, she had no anchor and lived only for her missions, but now she had people to care for and worry about.

After speaking, before Yan Qingshi could react, he waved his hand and the servant behind him respectfully presented a jade brocade box, its rich medicinal fragrance spreading all around.

They didn’t know what to do, as Feng Yang had just told them they absolutely must not leave this area, otherwise it wouldn’t be safe.

Yet the mutated lion was not to be outdone. The arcs of electricity on its body gathered together, forming a lion’s head made of pure lightning, which bit down on the “Gentleman’s Sword.” Instantly, the sword crackled with thunder, and electricity surged from it into Su Leihong’s body.

On the hillside, the inner sect seniors who couldn’t discern Xiao Yan’s group’s strength still wore expressions as though watching a play. Those with slightly greater power looked a bit more solemn.

Meanwhile, the young man seated on the dragon throne within the great hall seemed all the more mysterious and noble in such surroundings.

“So you’re saying that person is with you? Didn’t the gang give you any conditions?” Xiu Yu asked.

The commander of the guards felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down, he saw the enemy had somehow pierced him with a katana, lifting him off the ground. His head lolled to the side, lifeless, as Jun Weiran casually tossed the commander's corpse aside.

There, in the thick forest, a streak of blue lightning and a stream of black light flashed back and forth.

The next day, before noon, Jiang Qingning left the medical hall early. This time, she didn’t ask An Qiao to accompany her, but went alone to the Chang residence.

“Binding Technique of the Golden Sharingan!” Jun Weiran seized another opportunity to unleash the Sharingan illusion.

Green venom splattered against the wall of the arena, emitting thick smoke. Upon inspection, a half-meter wide hole had appeared in the wall.

Master Ming Shu once told me that the world of the living and the underworld are entirely separate realms. The dead and the living must not mingle; otherwise, there will be early death, if not calamity.