Volume 1, Chapter 22: Cheng Jinxi’s Jealousy

Ye Tian and his companions had only taken a few steps and hadn't yet reached their car when the screech of brakes echoed through the air. A beat-up Jetta, topped with a police light, appeared in their field of vision as several officers stepped out.

A black dagger, swift and silent as a viper, struck toward his chest, stopping just an inch from his heart.

Although Tang Chen had been severely wounded, modern medical technology made recovering from such external injuries relatively easy; as long as he wasn't struck in a vital spot, even a severed limb could be regrown. While external wounds were treatable, it would all be in vain if the underlying, unknown element wasn't resolved.

Li Tian couldn't let Li Hua'er run off like this. If she left now, she would only grow angrier the more she dwelled on it, making it far more difficult for him to coax her later.

He couldn't be blamed for this, as Song Ziyang had informed him that the Zhendong Society and the Fierce Tiger Association were on the brink of war, which meant it was time for them to make their move.

Gu Zhao meticulously brewed the tea, handed a cup to Lin Zhiqin, then picked up his own and blew on it gently.

"Yes, we are very close!" Lin Doukou nodded repeatedly at Li Tian, as if to prove the depth of their relationship. As she spoke, she reached out to hook her arm through Yao Wanyue’s, and the two leaned against each other with great intimacy.

Li Feng did not use his phantom footwork this time; his intention was to test the power of his own cultivation, and there was no need to injure the old man. If he had pushed his speed to the limit, the fight would have ended instantly, leaving the old man no chance to strike. Thus, Li Feng stuck to the simplest of offensive footwork.

Li Xiaotian and Xue Tian could no longer bear to watch and had long since hidden far away. After all, they weren't joking around; if bone shards and stone fragments started flying, they didn't want to risk getting hurt.

However, his opponent’s speed was no slouch either. Pikachu, in particular, had exhausted a massive amount of stamina during the previous barrage of attacks; the Pokémon was panting heavily, its body swaying unsteadily.

"Let’s meet," Yuan Lingfei said, her eyes cold as she looked through the glass at the Mu family estate, her voice utterly detached.

Xue Wanche was as furious as a wild bull, his eyes bulging like copper bells as he huffed and puffed, wishing he could crush Fang Jun’s skull with a single punch.

Consort Miao, wearing her hair in a morning-moon bun and adorned with a jade magnolia hairpin, held a silk fan painted with peonies. Dressed in a deep blue, floor-length gown embroidered with hundreds of flowers and silk slippers studded with pearls, she smoothed her slightly rounded belly and stepped forward to greet Noble Consort Zhang according to protocol.

It was the first time in his life he had held a thick stack of hundred-yuan bills. He had finally managed to act the part of a big shot, only to find he had landed in a trash heap. Fearing the boss might "hunt him down," Xie Heilong could only run back in embarrassment to pay the remaining balance.

Looking toward the sound, he saw several figures lying in the craters of the arena. Some had been rendered completely unable to fight, while others remained conscious, though one look told them they were far from combat-ready.

He currently had many Pokémon that needed training and lacked the time to nurture new ones, so he chose to hold off on hatching the eggs for now.

Clutching the corpse, Li Daxiong looked down and saw the blood-filled hole in its neck for a fleeting moment.

Huge fire silkworms were sent flying by Li Xuansheng, crashing into the walls of the subterranean volcano with a series of dull thuds. With a flash, he stepped into the air, waved his hand to summon his robes, and stared straight ahead.

Considering these were all ordinary ingredients he used every day, yet had never produced such an exotic fragrance, everyone began to admire Xie Heilong from the bottom of their hearts.

"Good heavens, the cat is being murdered!" Fan Jiuming suddenly leaped up from the first floor, shouting, his white fur stained with drops of blood.

"Now that the master has returned, you should leave too, shouldn't you?" Qin Chuyan continued to ask.

The bug, seeing its wild monster being snatched away, hurried to chase after it along the wall. After only two steps, it realized the "Big Rock" brother had wandered back again, though by this time its health had already recovered by two-thirds.

The two wolves flanked him, one in front and one behind. Ai Feng was being suppressed, and as the blood loss increased, he knew that if things continued this way, he would surely lose his life here.

"Don't be discouraged. That day will come eventually. Chinese esports has to rely on ourselves; we can't depend on others," a seasoned mentor sighed and said.

"To hell with it. We walked right into their trap without even realizing it. Outside this wall are nothing but alleys exactly like this one, layered like a maze. How did you not feel anything at all?" Liu Sanguan climbed up from the ground, looking at the Ancestral Master with confusion.

In any case, Lin Xi and Li Feng weren't on good terms, and Li Feng saw no need to answer to those people. He had his own matters to attend to; why would he waste his time on them?

Before long, the other nine generals had arrived, but like Qin Hu, none had managed to capture the Tsanpo Gosi Luo. This was extremely disadvantageous for Li Liangzuo; had Gosi Luo been captured, the subsequent battles would have been twice as effective, and perhaps the other prefectures could have been made to surrender without a fight.

"Damn it..." Ai Lie could only curse under his breath, even as his wounds continued to drain his life force.

As they directed their weapons to pursue the flying sword, Mo Zheng and the others were not idle. They continuously activated and condensed their primordial energy, activating and condensing again... until oversized weapons appeared one after another.

Surrounding the Young Lord of the Underworld was a mysterious gray gas. Although it was facing a power born from the mutual generation and repulsion of two types of primordial energy, this gray gas was in no way inferior.

The most direct consequence of this was that the aircraft carrier ship-girl—whom Wang Zhi had nicknamed "Mrs. L"—appeared glamorous and energetic on the surface, but was internally withered and on the verge of collapse. Even Nan Lixiang, who had been wandering in an alien world and fending for herself for years, had better medical check-up data than her.