Chapter 31: The Dog Leash

From the heart, a cold and numbing sensation began to travel through her blood and meridians. Under immense pressure, she had already played her trump card, ready to put an end to Ning Ci’s life.

“It was mere luck, fellow cultivator, you praise me too highly.” He naturally didn’t say much more, demurring with a few modest words before joining a group of cultivators in casual conversation.

After speaking, it was hard to say whether An Xin’s current state was good or bad. Jiutian Dan launched a direct spiritual attack, and An Xin felt as if her soul instantly entered a tranquil void.

If thick rain were to fall mid-flight, Feng Yingxue planned to burn her spiritual roots, forming a curtain of fire to shield the bird’s body.

Startled and enraged, Dong Zhuo dared not keep such a reckless troublemaker any longer. He bound up everyone involved, sending them all to Li Yunze for judgment.

Forty-two thousand experience points from seven centipede serpents seemed a lot, but compared to the nearly one hundred thousand needed, it was still a drop in the ocean.

The Shengjie Army marched along the winding Mianman River, which largely neutralized Yelü Ma Wu’s cavalry harassment.

In these times, no one’s affection can compare to the value of powerful connections. Clinging to a thick, sturdy leg was equivalent to holding a ticket to the heights of life.

Peering through the barely discernible features of that monster, Ning Ci couldn’t help but grow solemn.

“You! Your grandmother was right—you only come back to bring chaos to this family, and you’ll only be satisfied when peace is utterly destroyed, isn’t that so?”

Zheng Ji and the others would no longer harbor divided loyalties; with Ye Jingzhi’s dying instructions, they would surely follow orders with undivided attention.

But Ding Yuxing refused. They were friends, and she didn’t want anything else to complicate things. Even reconciliation couldn’t be for the sake of maintaining relations between humans and orcs.

If they possessed supernatural abilities, even in such dire conditions, they would have the means to survive and a stronger sense of confidence.

She even felt that, having left the Five Absolutes Palace and lost the protection of its master, she was nothing at all.

Then he began to tremble all over and struggle, as if drowning, frantically seeking a way out. His mouth let out roar after roar, like a beast at death’s door.

Jean Grey was utterly baffled by the conversation between Edward and Nick Fury. She wondered: What is he saying? What is he saying? What on earth is he talking about?

Fortunately, at the outset of the city’s defense, Shi Huanfeng had ensured all provisions were in place, so Han City was not lacking in supplies.

He did it intentionally, and Xue Wei went along with it, not deliberately waiting for him, but not forcing an encounter either.

But just as the master of South Layer One was about to fly ten miles away, a hoarse and sinister voice suddenly rang out.

He had always known his mother as Warm Rain, but only now did he learn her full surname was Wuyou. How could anyone make such a cruel joke?

Old Gou’s surname was Gou, but no one cared about his real name anymore. On the ship, all the elders called him by his nickname, an old pun. At first, he had resisted with all his might, but eventually he accepted it, growing accustomed to the name as to any fate.

Zhang Bin reached out, grabbed the Death Ray of the Heavenly Eye, and casually crushed it into a ball. With another squeeze, it turned to powder, as if he were simply crumbling a lump of clay.

His heart skipped, and his expression grew grave as he set the paper on the table. According to protocol, he should report this to his superiors at once.

Yi Xuan trembled, suddenly realizing she had been changing bit by bit, entirely unconsciously.

Several kings, unable to hold back any longer, followed suit when someone else stepped forward, each airing their grievances.

Just as Hou Fangyu and the so-called Four Young Lords, who had been pampered all their lives, now found themselves stripped to the waist, forced to act with their own hands—truly, this was the way of things for those raised in honeyed luxury.

Zhang Bin even worried that when facing the Black Prison Star warship, Yao Lingtian might suddenly turn traitor and join the demon cultivators, which would spell disaster.

A razor-sharp, jet-black streak of light shot toward the heavens. Instantly, the earth shook, wild winds howled, and the mighty sword in Iron Ox’s hands began to crack outward from its tip.

Just as a palm was about to strike Lin Jingxiu’s delicate face, Xiao Tu, being a cultivator and a man of his word, could not allow her to come to any harm.

Rong Jing looked at her swollen belly; always cheerful, she found herself unable to smile for the first time in her life.

Yet what had happened in this world? The night and the moon were so silent, and time itself flowed by, noiseless and slow.

“What a boast! Who sent you? Let the one behind you come forth and face me! To offend me is to offend the entire Demon Realm. Step forward now and I may show mercy—wait any longer and you’ll regret begging me later!” Xi Nang’s tone was even more arrogant than Yu Yu’s.

The Holy Emperor’s face was calm, while Fu Yunxi stood with her head bowed in silence; the sight could not help but make one wonder if there was more to their relationship than met the eye.

Zhang Lan accepted the photo album in confusion. As soon as she opened to the first page, she was stunned, her face turning red. The first page was filled with her photographs—in different outfits, different settings. Come to think of it, apart from the class graduation picture, she had never given Yan Ming a single photo. She had no idea how he’d managed to collect so many.

“You hit so hard! Auntie will be sore for days, and next month’s allowance is docked by a hundred!” Ouyang Pengcheng joked to Dong Wanxia, grinning.