Volume 1, Chapter 34: A Hero Saves a Man

The assassin struck with immense force, yet he had not expected the Sixth Prince to fend off his assault so easily.

"I never imagined you were a martial artist, but killing you remains an effortless task!"

It was an unfamiliar voice. Xie Zheng did not recognize it, but that was to be expected; if Xu Cheng wanted revenge, he certainly would not do the dirty work himself.

Li Renfei’s words voiced the inner thoughts of the sect leaders present, and everyone turned their eyes toward Zhong Xingyun, who still appeared composed and confident. Xu Sheng-tian, having volunteered as the vanguard, was particularly focused on Zhong Xingyun’s response.

Consequently, Lady Hua had to settle for a secondary plan, proposing that Qu Wurong attend Ouyang Xu’s funeral as a widow, which would serve as an indirect way of informing everyone of their relationship.

Jing Yao, usually so detached, had long since lost the composure of a Phoenix Queen. She rubbed her fair fingers together, pacing incessantly outside the secret chamber door, glancing toward it every few moments.

Mu Feng, shrouded in darkness, frowned slightly, unable to fathom what the devil was planning. He only heard Xiao Ran ask, in his habitually nonchalant and languid tone.

When the waves of passion finally ebbed away into a calm stillness, Lan Shengyan embraced Tian Nuanyu as they both drifted into sleep.

Bei Jing, who had just felt a stone lift from his heart, felt his pulse skip a beat. He bowed respectfully and said, "I dare not, but this is the only day in the year we offer sacrifices to the gods; I hope the Dragon God will be understanding."

Seeing Zhong Xingyun depart in such a hurry to return to the Wind and Snow Pavilion, the Snow-Falling Emperor Ape showed no sign of offense; it seemed to hold both Nangong Changfeng and Zhong Xingyun in high regard for their character.

Although this answer was somewhat unexpected for Liang Yuan, she did not pay it much mind. After all, she was merely a maid; wherever her master spent the New Year, she would be there as well.

It was not that she had never killed before, but she had always had others handle such matters at her command. Ping Xinrui had never imagined that the act of killing could be so... spectral. She could not help but tremble all over, as if she were next in line.

Yet, upon receiving this confirmation, the other party could not contain themselves and broke into uncontrollable, wailing sobs.

Zhao Yu remained skeptical; the whole thing seemed unreliable. Of course, he was not entirely without confidence. While he was not well-acquainted with Sun Hao, he was aware of his strength, and with A-Xiang in the mix, their bottom lane was certainly at a top-tier professional level.

"Even if I had a hundred reasons to sympathize with his plight... you must remember that I am Saltan Diggs—centuries ago, I already tossed things like a conscience to the devils to devour."

"God said, 'Defend!'" He activated the Great Prophecy spell once more. A shield of energy manifested out of thin air before Yahweh, beginning to resist the attack of the sun-shaped emblem. As the two collided, an immense impact force was generated. It was so powerful that even Yahweh struggled to withstand it, the massive shockwave sweeping across thousands of miles.

The black shadow’s blood-red eyes closed, as if he could see thousands of miles away, describing the scene to Luo Cheng.

Li Lingtian and Chu Yu were adjusting their states to perfection, resting, when they suddenly heard the sounds of battle not far away.

Thunderous laughter erupted from the distant camp of our army. The swordsmen and shield-bearers struck their shields with their longswords, creating a clattering, metallic chorus.

Zhang Yutao frowned slightly. Lin Fang was right; if the war were to end in ultimate victory, the merit points he could earn would be well over a million. Yet, judging by Lin Fang’s tone, it was clear he had other motives.

Ye Yu did not want to dwell on such trivialities and directly inquired about Quan Guangwu. Quan Guangwu could be considered the first disciple Ye Yu had formally taken in, so he often checked on the young man's progress.

The things I desire—when have I ever given up on them? I have known regret once already; who could possibly make me retreat again?