Chapter 92

With every clash, the earth split into vicious scars, and the very surface sank beneath that extraordinary force.

Impossible.

He Yan came in from outside, dressed in black and covered in dust, yet his expression was utterly dark and forbidding.

On their first meeting, Dai Ming greeted Bai Miao in the smooth, announcer-like cadence of a broadcaster. Whether he had meant it or not, no one could tell, but his voice was truly pleasant, richly magnetic—the second most agreeable voice Bai Miao had ever heard, after Tang Jiuyan's.

Though the place looked rather shabby, there were actually quite a few people coming and going to buy and sell. At times it was just like crossing a single-plank bridge; one had to wait for the person opposite to pass before being able to move.

Fragrance Orchid Garden was merely the place where the Floral Banquet was held and flowers and trees were cultivated; ordinarily, there was no one there. It was a loose organization, and its true name had never spread, because each time it held the Floral Banquet in Fragrance Orchid Garden, people simply ended up calling the organization by that name as well.

Blue spiritual power burned around Qin Yu, crackling with lightning. His originally jet-black eyes now flowed with an eerie blue light, and even his black hair had turned white.

“Just for this?” Bai Miao felt she would need to take a new look at Tang Jin, but Tang Jiuyan had just reminded her: after Bai Xiao had stirred things up, she had forgotten about Qiu Jie.

As a result, not a single mishap had ever befallen them; again and again they had managed to reverse the score, seeming perilously close to defeat while in fact inevitably overcoming their opponents.

Zhen'er helped Hui De onto the bed, her eyes reddening. She gripped Hui De's hand tightly, and Hui De clasped it back.

Once she confirmed the other party had truly been hypnotized, Li Yiyi finally relaxed and opened the barrier around Sun Moon Mountain. After disinfecting the truck, she let it drive in. Fortunately, Sun Moon Mountain had a mountain road; otherwise, even a strength-type ability user would have been in for a brutal haul getting that giant thing up the mountain.

When Lin Luo woke again, it was already one in the afternoon. After going to the kitchen to cook a little rice, she received a call from her mother.

The chill that had originally spread only toward Mo Feng and the others instantly reversed direction and swept toward her. One of the people on the verge of erupting looked over at her with a heavy, brooding stare, his whole being practically shouting: Not enough trouble yet? Want to keep going?

Only when the white-robed church attendants ahead all turned and took their seats did that exquisitely handsome yet inexplicably familiar face finally come into view.

Just then, WeChat chimed. Yaoguang picked up her phone and saw it was the message Mo Liangzhi had just sent.

But there was one thing she absolutely could not tolerate: showing off in front of her, the big boss. What, because she was short, did they think she could not lift a knife?

She only heard Shao Yang answer a few words to the person on the other end of the line before hanging up. Lin Luo was curious, but she also knew some business secrets could not be revealed lightly, so she held back her curiosity and did not ask.

The next second, his large hand slid to Suanni's waist and gave a hard tug, yanking loose the sash of her robe. Then, that flawless body appeared before Ling Yixi.

But her rebirth had truly meant the disappearance of Luo Yihuan. Luo Yihuan had such a wonderful Zhongsun Yanheng, yet she would never get to wait for the day when he would sweep away every obstacle for her, take the hand of the no-longer-young woman she had become, and proclaim to the world, This is my wife.

If he would not accept money, she truly did not know how else to express her gratitude.

In the blur of night, Zhongsun Yanheng could only make out a silhouette, and for a moment he truly believed that Guanyu Langhuan's soul had returned.

The flying sword stabbed toward the vines through the air, bursting into countless sparks. Tanh Luo turned her wrist nimbly; the vines, like a serpent coiling around its prey, swiftly wrapped around the sword. She sent in a measure of spiritual power, and with a thought, the flying sword seemed unable to bear the strain and suddenly snapped, falling to the ground.

She swallowed the bloody sweetness rising in her throat while mobilizing spiritual power to defend herself. Just as she was about to flee this strange bell, an arm suddenly reached out from behind and gave her a light pat. At once, that dreadful feeling vanished without a trace.

Yun Yao recognized it as the voice of the Empress Dowager, and only then did she step inside and slowly make her way into the hall.

Tu Luo's expression changed. The gale-and-thunder legs swept across the sky in a furious onslaught. The God-Slaying Bridge was already blazing with fire, and with his kick, sparks flew even more wildly, smoke swirled thickly, and in that one exchange alone, no one could even see his figure anymore.

The moment the door leaf opened, Li Mi wrapped an arm around Tanh Luo and leapt up to the beam, concealing their presence.

Tanh Luo fled hastily from Thousand-Edge Peak, and only in the dead of night did she secretly slip into the residence of Jin Ge. Seeing that Xu Ran next door was already asleep, she swaggered straight into her own room.

Still, fortunately, all of that was already past. Tonight was their wedding night, and the wish she had cherished for ten years was about to come true.

"Really?!"

The moment he agreed, Ling Jiantong's smile stretched all the way to the corners of her ears.

At this moment, Dolgoro had just quelled the internal disputes and was beginning a fierce debate over whether to break out or hold the line to the death.

Seeing that he made no move, Lin Sheng gave a cold snort and thought that this man was nothing much after all, so why did Lin Wan like someone like him?

The ceiling light hung directly above her head, its glare making Xu Youran uncomfortable, so she lifted her slender, fair arm to shield her eyes.

This time, however, Lin Chen had used only forty percent of his strength; if he had struck with his full power, that palm might well have sent the man straight into serious injury.

Xu Youran did not speak. She set down her spoon and folded her arms, looking at Qin Chu as if to say that he had to give her an explanation.

The first to meet the blow was the curved blade, which was instantly chipped by the Dragon Spring treasured sword. Yet Feihong, because she had used too much force, could not withdraw her sword momentum in time and instead exposed a fatal opening, which the old hag seized at once.

It was a pity there was no internet here, and even satellite networks could not connect; otherwise, she could have used the web to help Ji Pan understand the world outside.

Ask any immortal, demon, or fiend: who would want to die? In an instant, all greed, anger, delusion, and desire would lose their meaning—so how could anyone be without resentment?

The icy true energy that Cao Yunqi himself had unleashed was hurled back by the true energy pushed out by Song Ruilong. Once that force was driven back into Cao Yunqi's body, it froze many ice beads into his beard and hair.