Volume One, Chapter Forty: Ji Junxiao Promises to Give Xia Zhiyuan a Surprise

Just as Ning Zhongyong hunched his shoulders and crept along the earthen wall like a mouse, the cold barrel of a gun was suddenly pressed against his lower back.

His entire body went rigid, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his coarse linen shirt.

Yang Zhigang could see that getting Li Juncai to confess honestly was nearly impossible; he would have to resort to harsher methods, or Li Juncai would never speak.

Turning slightly, Qin Yu spotted a steward affiliated with the Ice Dragon Martial Clan standing by the grand entrance to the Dragon Palace, a hundred meters away.

Every ten years, the Dragon Soul Martial Family held a grand clan tournament. All members under thirty could participate, and those who ranked in the top one hundred would gain entry to the Dragon Graveyard, where the highest level of the clan’s sacred baptism awaited them.

Days passed one after another. Both the Wolf Soul Society and the Hongtian Gang chose restraint, but the longer the stalemate dragged on, the more uneasy Ling Han became, perpetually searching for weaknesses in the Wolf Soul Society’s defenses.

Jiang Lang shook his head and said, “I told you before, don’t thank me. In fact, I’ve also caused the deaths of many.” He sighed deeply and fell silent.

The subway continued racing through the shadowy tunnel. The passengers around him sat in utter silence, like ghosts just emerged from the earth, shadows flickering across their faces, lending an eerie, spectral chill to the air.

Heaven’s Bane found it odd—why would a soul beast wander to the Absolute Peak? Was it plotting against those things from the Celestial Realm?

After reflecting on the defeat, Feng Ling transferred three thousand points from the Dragon Palace jade token to Qin Yu, and then bowed deeply before him.

At this moment, the people brought by Liu Tong below had also fallen into disadvantage. Many others joined the fray, but neither Wang Linshi nor Huo Guanjun made an appearance.

“Ha!” Opening his eyes, Yu Xiaojie shouted and punched a massive rock beside him.

“Hahaha! You wild demon cultivator, how dare you curse me, the Black Wasp God, in the Nine Connections Pavilion? Now that you’re in my hands, let’s see how arrogant you can be!” The Black Wasp God was elated after successfully trapping Zhu Tianpeng in the Sky-Obscuring Net.

“We’ve been waiting ages, and the truck still isn’t loaded?” The village head addressed Lao Xia, the oldest of the workers.

For the captain of Australia’s strongest combat unit, the Kangaroo Squad, to say such a thing revealed just how stifled he felt at that moment.

Within Zhu Tianpeng’s sea of consciousness, there was nothing but utter calm, reflecting countless flying ice spears. Like a player pressing the direction keys in a rhythm game, each key was struck in turn, making his movements in reality all the more agile.

Unable to contain his excitement, he took out the bowl of spiritual essence. The surface shimmered with liquid light, refracted into a dazzling array of colors by the jade bowl beneath—truly a breathtaking sight.

At that moment, Xiao Feng emerged from the shadows, his expression filled with disdain as he gazed at the seasoned members of the Dragon Fang Reserve Squad before him.

The green mist continued to gather and swirl. Before long, it condensed into droplets of spiritual liquid, which swirled together to form streams of water. Eventually, above the Nine Hanging Mountains, a sea of spiritual energy began to take shape.

Suddenly, the black mist was torn asunder—not by the expected light, but by the appearance of a towering bronze door.

Energy bullets and fire-colored blasts collided with a thunderous explosion, sending shockwaves howling through the air. Fang Yi was flung backward by the force, crashing into the iron platform housing the bio-crystal core, while the long-haired youth staggered back two steps.

Greatblade felt a chill of fear in his heart; he had only glimpsed a fleeting shadow before his hand felt icy cold. If his opponent had meant to kill him, he would likely be lying dead on the spot.

—The corpses in these rooms had all died from blood loss and torment inflicted by needle-thin wires. After death, their bodies decayed to white bone, and the wires, once embedded in flesh, came loose—some clinging to shreds of clothing, others falling to the floor.