Chapter 84: You Dare Trust Shen Yue?

Shen Liangyan tried to push her away, but Xu Yu clung to him like a soft vine. The force was not strong, yet he could not break free. Shen Liangyan bared his teeth, his gaze locking onto her like a wild wolf, and in the next instant, he bit fiercely at her neck. His voice was cold and thin, as if drinking fresh blood, and his breath against her ear sent shivers through her.
“You and Shen Yue—do you control him as well?”

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The man shrank back under his glare, forced to rally the troops brought from Qiu Pu City to follow behind the young master. Yan Zhuang had no choice but to dodge constantly, not daring to respond; this sword was different from ordinary blades, sharper by far. Each move he evaded, he saw bamboo leaves sliced clean in two by the sword’s energy, so he dared not meet Yun Feihu’s technique, relying solely on his agility to escape.

Feng Yi struggled to sit up with great effort, his face as pale as a true ghost, for nearly all his blood had been drained.

“Where is your gift? Must I and all my esteemed ministers wait endlessly like this?” Emperor Li II’s voice, thick with dissatisfaction, rang out once more.

Beside him, You Yu and the others looked flustered; none of them had expected the dragon clan to reappear on the battlefield in such a short span of time.

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The middle-aged man composed himself, then spoke with true seriousness, “You are right. The reason I am willing to help you is certainly not without expectation of something in return.”

After walking for some time, Gu Yao, unable to keep up, sighed inwardly. Forget about a carriage—not even a cart pulled by oxen was available.

Jing Ya nodded to the two bodyguards in gratitude, then bent over his letters once more. The two guards exchanged glances and smiled.

“What are you doing?” Su Ha asked, seeing Luo Kai roll his eyes and collapse to the ground, puzzled as she turned to Lu Yun.

Just as Lu Chuan was about to act, an exuberant and wild laugh burst from the sky above—Kap’s excited voice.

“Excellent!” Wu Tian was fully prepared; though his absolute defense would last only a dozen more seconds, it would be enough to withstand Sect Leader Dong’s final punch.

The so-called school’s rear mountain was, in fact, nothing more than a wasteland, rarely visited by students.

The Beast Ancestor could never have expected that Ye Xingchen possessed the power of the dragon source—and not just one type of it.

Yet the level of access he had here far surpassed others; just mentioning Old Cai, for instance.

After hanging up, Sister Su skipped off to the kitchen to see if Master Zong was working diligently.

Members of the Alliance Sect enjoyed the reputation of their valiant subordinates. With such a halo, even foreign experts would show respect and fear—how could they possibly help deal with the Alliance Sect?

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That fellow, provoked, grabbed a knife and rushed to the creditor’s house, killing him; with nowhere left to go, he slit his own throat on the spot after the murder, ending his life.

Although the two major factions put a bounty on Ye Xingchen without stating the reason, bounty hunters in the Ninth Ring were no fools.

Only when the Soul Devourer was gravely wounded would Ye Xingchen use Twin Death to consume it.

A minute later, all the gray mist was gone, and the coffin reappeared before everyone’s eyes.

All knew it was a tiger temporarily caged; once its “spirit” rose, this mad dog would certainly bite again.

The landscapes of Jiangnan always carried a gentle softness, tinged with emotion. The caravan was in no rush, stopping to admire each scene, listening to the lilting dialect of Wu, watching green hills and flowing waters—the atmosphere richer than usual.

At this moment, even You Fang, watching, was shocked. In the blink of an eye, his disciples were scattering in every direction, dozens collapsing to the ground.