Chapter 35

Although Qin Feng had no desire to compete, he felt quite uncomfortable being compared, along with his son, to mere thugs and beggars.

As it happened, the fatty had visited his former company earlier that day, so he was dressed rather formally, sparing him the trouble of changing. While Yang Yi did not have strict requirements for attire, they were attending a party after all, and dressing too casually would clearly show a lack of respect for the host.

However, the Infinite Demon Sect was not like the great demons of the past, such as the Monkey King, against whom one could petition the Heavenly Court to send troops to subdue. It was a detestable local menace; humph, to be unable to rein in such a menace on one's own turf would only be a source of shame if word got out.

The fifth move—the final Immortal-Burying Technique that Jiang Yun had created so far—was unleashed. The artistic conception of this move was different from the previous four.

Cai Long, in particular, summoned sword qi that was far too sharp and destructive, to the point where even he could not withstand it.

Tantai Zijin was completely bewildered, not knowing what to do as she stared blankly at the aggressive and treacherous core management team of Tantai International.

"I had the same reaction at first, but unfortunately, everyone was wrong. Even senior alchemists cannot produce this potion now!" Sheffield said, dropping a bombshell.

Seeing Ye Fei’s indisputable demeanor, she didn't know what to say, so she simply lowered her head in silence.

Xue Rengui stood on the hillside, surveying the battlefield, every movement within his sight.

Two weeks had passed since Gao Ming and the others went missing. One evening, Mo Chen, having been busy all day, returned home early.

As a voice echoed, Clan Leader Xingye’s expression turned solemn. Daring not to delay, he nodded to the two guards and led Xia Zhi into the palace.

"Don't worry, the trial of life and death poses no danger to me at all. Once it’s over, I’ll apply for graduation and return home," Xia Zhi said.

The punch target vibrated even more violently than before, emitting a sound so intense it felt as if one’s heart might stop.

She suddenly fell silent. If she did have feelings, what then? And if she didn't, what then? Could two people who had missed their chance ever find their way back to each other?

People around were whispering about recent events and what was about to unfold: would Mo Chen be defeated as miserably as Mo Lang, and would he even be able to walk away alive?

"It didn't seem like this before," A-Fu murmured, unsure of what to do, as she had never encountered such a situation.

As the tournament progressed, the clash of the two strongest competitors became inevitable. Chu Han and Chu Mingyue, both at the peak of the sixth stage of Body Refining, were matched against each other. Unless something unexpected happened, one of them was destined to be eliminated.

Five minutes later, the taxi reached the end of a dirt road three or four miles from the mountain’s base, unable to go any further.

After being thoroughly tormented by Chu Jiang along the way, the three wolf cubs were terrified. When Bi Yun held them, Chu Jiang immediately withdrew his spiritual pressure. Without that pressure, the cubs felt the safety of Bi Yun’s aura and began to grow dependent on her.

Tian Chirui smiled kindly. For people like him, if you didn't know how ruthless his methods were and only looked at his surface, you would surely be deceived.

"Who gave you the nerve to bomb my Night Dream?" Master An drew his gun and pointed it directly at him.

Although Gu Qingcheng was already initiated into, and even proficient in, the art of jade carving, she still gained profound insights every time she watched Professor Wu carve a piece himself.

Inside the carriage, the situation remained unchanged, but standing outside, Lu Sanfa and the others turned pale with astonishment, their expressions deeply unnatural.

Two spheres of light, one white and one yellow, collided like two scorching suns. The resulting cyclone felt like a blade to the other experts. However, one of the air currents spun downward, catching Jiang Xue just in the nick of time before she hit the rocks, and deposited her onto the grass.

Fang Ling suggested she practice there for a while, as this place was a supreme cultivation ground for any living being.

Ye Guilan quickly dodged to the side. The person walking in was talking to a companion and didn't look ahead, pushing the door open and stepping inside.

"Whether it's the migratory birds or the people from the M-Country, no one will ever hurt you." Nai Qinghe’s expression was grave as he pulled her tightly into his arms.

If given enough time, he might be able to pick the lock, but now it was uncertain, as he still hadn't grasped the structure of the mechanism.

To get here, he had left both his bodyguards in the parking lot. Upon entering, he found a scene like this, which was a massive disappointment.

Xiao Xingyun was not someone to be trifled with; his body had long been forged into copper and iron by the techniques of the Three-Eyed Clan. He could handle any attack or biting with ease and composure.

"Dr. Qin, you came to compete with me while injured. Aren't you afraid of losing?" Xu Bin eyed Qin Bu'er for a few moments before smiling.

Zhao Xiuya felt that everything she did was for the good of the Chu family and for Su Aofu’s own sake.

Counting them up, she had just enough to upgrade two pieces of gear, meaning she would essentially have four pieces of red-tier equipment. Without hesitation, she pointed to the equipment upgrade section in the smelting menu and selected her bracers and boots to upgrade first.

A cold wind brushed across her face. She stood proudly atop Black Wind Cliff, her posture radiating a mercy that seemed to save all living souls.

"Pfft, I didn't! Fine, you rest here. I'll go see if the people from the bureau have arrived," Ruo Shuang said, though her cheeks flushed slightly as she went to check.

The result satisfied Qin Bu'er, but it left the Killing Emperor in a state of absolute shock.

In fact, ever since his uncle Yue Xinwei had been beaten into a pulp, the name had become thunderously familiar to him.