Volume 1, Chapter 50: A Free Million!

The man frowned and kicked the door open. No one was in sight, but a thick stench of blood filled the air.

The fiend was terrified and just about to retreat when a spear tip directly pierced his chest, while an extremely arrogant voice rang in his ear.

Qin Hao brandished the Flame-Devouring Ruler in his hand, swinging it continuously. With every swing, a three-meter-long crack was left on the body of the Fire Spirit Double-Headed Snake.

Without offering any explanation, Qin Hao simply motioned for the Demonic Ape to seize the opportunity and refine this ancient power. If it were missed, there was no telling how long they would have to wait again.

Tusu swept through the delicacies on the table in absolute silence throughout the meal. Seeing that no one else was touching their chopsticks, she finally spoke up.

"Insult? To think you Japanese even know the word 'insult'! Have you forgotten what you once did to the surrounding countries? Insult—didn't you insult those unarmed civilians? Damn it, you're lecturing me about insults now?" Long Jianfei hated the Japanese more than anything else in his life.

Unfortunately, he could only think about it, because Lu Zhishen and the others were utterly loyal followers, so he could never succeed.

Look at Angel, on the other hand—she called everyone brother no matter who they were... Ugh, that Angel was simply sickening.

Led by Old Ancestor Heavenly Snake, a cluster of white points of light appeared between everyone's brows. These specks of light converged into a massive crystal ball.

He suddenly let out a furious roar, his eyes turning bloodred. With a shudder of his mighty torso, he abruptly pushed Dong Ru away, assumed a stance, and met the three incoming arrows bare-handed. Dong Ru offered no resistance, falling to the side like a puppet.

Someone dismounted, turned him over, and saw that his face was dead white and his eyes were still wide open. It appeared he had died in the very instant of shock and horror.

He turned back and went to the parking lot to fetch the car, while Gu Bao'er and Huo Zizheng returned to the Blue Castle Apartment. Mother Chen greeted them warmly, as expected, and the moment she returned home, Gu Bao'er came back to life.

"It's nothing much. Go take a bath early—look at you, reeking of alcohol. What kind of bride-to-be are you acting like?" Zi An laughed with a smile.

Looking at the rolling tents outside Azure Fox City, the fleeing demon folk felt hot tears welling up in their eyes, much like lost orphans finding their family again.

"You're not going to class? What do you mean? Why aren't you going?" Wang Xudong asked in a daze, looking puzzled.

Everyone present was intelligent as well. From the abnormal actions of the Yan State, they had actually vaguely grasped Yan's attitude: rather surrender to the Shang Dynasty than get too close to Great Qian.

However, because they had wagered three hundred million on Long Fei, they were so shocked. After all, Long Fei was merely a newcomer who had debuted this year, and he had only fought a single match in the Hall of Loyalty's fighting arena.

Ying Qiong nodded helplessly, accepted the jade slip, checked the direction, and immediately summoned her sword light to soar into the air.

Shen Yu also nodded. They truly felt a bit reluctant to leave Aunt Zhang's cooking. Alas, in the end, it wasn't their own home, and they had to return.

"I don't blame you." Qian Yuan hadn't expected the Azure Fox King to be so stubborn; for the sake of revenge, he actually abandoned the Second Division and specifically picked on soft persimmons.

It could be said that the name of the Free Men Alliance—one that many people had never even heard of before—spread throughout the entire Federation almost overnight, to the point where people were getting tired of hearing it.

The two of them walked out one after the other, dragged the two unconscious men into a van, made the one with the bloody head drive, and fled in a panic.

Mo Li felt no shock. Facing the whistling blades rushing toward him, he put away the Dark Gold Sword and flicked his wrist downward. The Weapon Spirit Art manifested at that moment, invisibly pulling at those sword arrows and causing them to buzz and tremble violently.

"Hmph! There is a path to heaven, yet you refuse to walk it; there is no door to hell, yet you barge right in. Since you dared to pursue me alone, you've saved me the energy of having to look for an opportunity to get rid of you," Hu Qing thought to himself.

Furthermore, Zhang Ye was not entirely certain how many among these hundred-odd bandits would detonate their Golden Cores. If there were fewer than five, he could certainly take the gamble; that exchange ratio was worth a try. However, if there were too many, the losses would outweigh the gains.

"Indeed extraordinary!" Jin Yun's heart stirred. It seemed this martial technique was truly no ordinary object.

The salesclerks in Jiari's shop were running around in a frenzy, and Chu Mengyao was already considering whether she should request another batch of inventory from headquarters.

After being slapped by Qian Wu, the two Corpse Soul Sect disciples finally recognized him and immediately fell to their knees, saying, "Please punish us, Elder. We disciples did not know it was you who had returned." With that, they kowtowed incessantly.

Upon hearing this, Li Wanli's heart tightened instantly. He vaguely guessed what Ye Sanlang was about to say next.

However, Zhao Tiehu could clearly see that Brother Xiong's remark was purely meant to steady people's hearts and contained no genuine emotion of his own. Even so, Brother Xiong's words proved extremely effective; upon hearing them, everyone wore an expression of being ready to fight to the death to avenge their fallen comrades.

The newcomers were certainly numerous: the descent of the Sacred Physique, the resurrection of the Eastern God, the encirclement and slaughter by the Primordial Realm—this was an epic drama of ages past. How could one miss it? Money lost could be earned back, but once a show like this was gone, it was truly gone.