Chapter 57: The Core

Driving the car, he arrived at the hotel. Feng Xu’s body felt unbearably heavy, and without saying a word, he opened the door to his room.

“You’re back!” a voice suddenly called out.

Feng Xu looked at Li Yunan standing before him, not knowing when she had hidden herself in this room. He forced a bitter smile and nodded.

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“Mmm—” As if struck by a sudden blaze, Ye Li’s heart trembled and her body stiffened at once.

Qing Yu had always lived in the Qianyang Pavilion, and since there were never outsiders there, Xia Zhonghua would come and go as he pleased. He’d grown used to ignoring whether he should enter or not. Being stopped so abruptly, even he was momentarily startled.

The nails were black, sharp, and at least an inch long, caked with mud and blood in the cracks.

The others also felt that Xiao Ran’s words made sense, and they admired him greatly. It was clear he was a seasoned traveler. With such an experienced guide, they believed nothing would go wrong on their journey.

Tears slipped from their eyes, but all they could do was fall to their knees, crawling like dogs to lick the assassins’ boots, suffering humiliation and abuse as if they were beasts.

“I dislike forcing others. You need not keep your promise,” Ji Boyuan said coldly.

Qin Yurong stepped forward, seized Ye Wushuang’s hair and jerked her head back, waiting for her to open her mouth in pain, ready to pour the contents of the porcelain bottle down her throat.

Compared to the affected airs of the Chiwens, Wen Huanglang and the villagers of Yuanwu Village were gripped by genuine terror.

Tianlong City was an exceptionally important stronghold, bordering the southern lands and backed by the Phoenix Sky Mountains. It was easy to defend and hard to attack, and spiritual energy was abundant.

In an instant, Chengtian’s mind raced through the pros and cons. Hesitating no longer, he unleashed his true energy. Centered on Chengtian, a whirlwind erupted in a sudden burst.

At the age of ten, he had once killed a tiger with his bare hands. Now in middle age, his strength was all the more fearsome and terrifying.

The cage was dim and devoid of any way to mark the passage of days. During this time, the wolf-headed man came three more times, seizing six people. The man in black estimated that three days had passed. Yet, strangely, though Lin Yu’s breathing was faint, she still managed to survive.

Wang Zhiren shook his head. After all, the Asura Field was nothing good, much less being trapped within it.

Even they could do nothing against such a heavenly tribulation; to rush in recklessly would be certain death.

Faith converged, and the ancient mermaid princess’s power soared. Correspondingly, the seal based on her became even stronger, making it utterly impossible for anyone to break it from outside.

In the living room, the Blood Lotus Guanyin watched the four ghost envoys, knocked to the ground, gather their strength once more, intent on dispersing the souls of Ji Hun Suo, the Seven Spirits, Cuiyun Ghost, and Chidi Ghost.

This system had been devised by Yu Bin, modeled after the regulations of large guilds from his previous life. While not perfectly fair or just, for now, only Yu Bin and his group were aware of the issue—no other players had realized it yet.

Bai Shu suddenly opened his eyes, as if sensing something. They were bloodshot and red-rimmed, making him look rather haggard.

Yang Tianxiao didn’t intervene, for he respected them deeply. They were all the same—none of them ever disappointed, neither in life nor in death.

Meng Weiwei pulled the trigger, but the bullet didn’t fire. Was the gun out of bullets? That couldn’t be; there should have been three rounds left in the magazine.

However, Zhou Zekai was unaware that his owner had such plans. In truth, he didn’t care much for the cat climbing frame. Recently, he often went out to school, sharpening his claws directly on the trees.