Chapter 18

“Come now, five years ago I could have ravaged you, and five years later, it’s still the same. Don’t forget, you only possess level seven strength now,” Dugu Yun taunted. If it had been the old Nie Shao, he surely wouldn’t have returned to challenge him.

At this point, Stephanie’s voice had become hoarse and strained, slowly breaking into sobs, ultimately dissolving into uncontrollable tears.

The problem was that the opponent already knew she was from the Hainan Sword Sect; the longer the delay, the harder it would be for the Exploding Sword Kill or Departing Sword Kill techniques to take effect.

With that thought, Most emerged mysteriously from the demon realm, first greeting Enlaike, then gently plucking at his heartstrings before gradually manifesting like a thick mist before Enlaike’s eyes.

Meanwhile, Michel trembled violently the moment his sword aura was shattered, retreating over a hundred meters in haste.

He had come here without knowing the situation of the Purgatory Path. Although the Overlord Sect had sent many people there before, he was unaware, assuming this place was rarely visited. Since Qianye and Mo Jun were here, he had no interest in learning more.

A sudden barking shattered the hopeful silence and tranquility. The middle-aged man, worthy of being a highly skilled Paladin, swiftly grabbed the spear beside him.

Qu Zhiheng’s face was ashen as he watched the florist hand a bouquet of roses to Jiang Wen, his teeth grinding with frustration and hatred.

The savage before him seemed less intolerable now, for this man had a magician friend.

The youth drew a dagger from his body, and under the kaleidoscope of colorful lights, a sinister smile flickered across his face.

He then turned coldly toward An Bao, his gaze icy. “What is your name?” His voice was devoid of emotion, chilling to the bone.

Boss Liao withdrew another purple-gold card, swiped it, and the screen immediately displayed the figure twenty-five million.

A trio of identical sounds echoed, then the three slowly collapsed, utterly exhausted, breathing heavily.

Ye Fantian’s face grew increasingly agitated, murmuring words he could not restrain.

“Tang Tang...” Bai Mozi closed her eyes, as if murmuring in a dream, yet her grip showed not the slightest intention of letting go.

Before Tang Tang could shout, Nangong Jingnan pulled her sleeve and covered her mouth, binding her hands. “Now,” he said, tossing Tang Tang into the dry well without hesitation.

Huo Lingfeng watched the person beside him with concern. He could easily sense the sorrow and anger emanating from her, mingled with a dense, black aura of murderous intent swirling around her.

“I miss him too. At least he was more normal than you,” Tang Tang said, feeling the strong grip around her waist. She looked up at Bai Shaozi, squinting and casting a flirtatious glance.

With a soft sigh, Tang Tang shook her wrist and weakly grasped the blood-stained sword hilt, her hand trembling slightly.

Those who choose this path tend to be extroverted, eager to express themselves, and confident.

At this moment, his collar buttons were undone, his chest exposed revealing thick chest hair unseemly in the pristine white military uniform, whose sleeves were rolled up high, displaying dark, muscular arms and hands.

Such a bargain was not something encountered every day. Normally, they would have simply reaped the benefits, but the other party refused to act so.

This was the unanimous thought of the passengers witnessing the scene. They were also surprised that Wei Suo looked so young yet hit so hard — first beating Fan Tong senselessly, then knocking him unconscious with a single punch.

“This knight saved me on the road. Knowing I was coming to Shaolin Temple to exchange Buddhist teachings, he accompanied me,” the abbot of White Horse Temple explained clearly in one sentence.

Just as Nie Wanli thought, this hurdle was difficult for Li An to overcome; he blamed himself for Zhang Nan’s death.

Fox almost cursed aloud, “Damn! Is this really the Second Senior Brother we all know, the one who just eats and sleeps?”

“But when I was a level two warrior, I also defeated Xiao Yicheng. Don’t worry, senior sister, I would never undertake something I’m not confident about,” Luo Yu said, his dark eyes faintly revealing determination.

“Oh dear, no need, no need. With this tea money paid, your tofu money won’t be enough,” Boss Pang joked, prompting everyone in the room to burst into laughter.

After setting Zhang Yumeng down to find her father, Li Wei mounted the dragon, preparing to fly straight to the headquarters of the Martial Artists Association.

Shu Yao clearly felt the Gualajia clan’s schadenfreude. Those who met Ama’s mother were all pitiable souls. Emperor Kangxi, please hold on.

It sounded like the roar of a dragon, or the wrath of a god—the rainbow of sword auras formed by countless sword energies suddenly struck the newly formed shield of Zheng Kuangchu and his companions.

Zhang Dingshou’s proposal left Tang Shiwei quite troubled, but seeing Heng Shao remain silent, it seemed he tacitly approved. Without a reply, it would be an awkward refusal, making it difficult to further pursue the director’s mission.

Heaven still could not descend—at least not yet. Though there was communication through the Fire Moon Glazed Spear, formidable powers from other worlds could not yet manifest here.

Li Xiuying said nothing. Dong Jinsheng hadn’t returned for dinner but had called home, saying Wang Wei was back and that there was progress regarding the bandit matter.

“Yes, Heng Shao. Hello everyone, my name is Cao Lu—Cao as in Cao Cao, Lu as in standing up against injustice, from Hefei,” said the slightly stout male applicant, dragging his general’s belly as he introduced himself.

“Can a family that does two separate things still be called a family?” Gao Qing asked his sister-in-law coldly and sternly.

As expected, Lady Dali Temple had no goodwill toward the Changyuan Marquis’s manor, which had nearly destroyed the Sheng family this time.

Because he knew Qin Heng was about to return from Macau, Qin Yaotian, wary of unexpected news being captured, wanted to call ahead to warn him.

Unexpectedly, there was no trace of the sword; only some information was gathered—it might be on Central Island. But to reach Central Island, one must have at least a Martial King’s cultivation.

“This is a Spirit Root Testing Monument. Obviously, it tests your spirit roots. You may have many doubts, but I can tell you the Master will select a registered disciple from among you. Thus, the chosen one’s resolve, talent, and combat strength must all be exceptional.”