Chapter 83: Time Waits for No One

“Courting death!” Ling Feng pressed his advantage, and since he now possessed the Xuanming Sword, he decided to kill this evil Lord God as well. It would be an explanation for Zi Yi, and also justice for the countless Moerk people who had suffered.

Earth, two years and three months after Ling Feng’s departure. December 2010, Chendu University.

“Awesome, cool, simply beyond words,” Wu Song shamelessly uttered some nauseating praise after seeing his brand-new stats.

Li Yuqi despised this job, her smile nearly spasming from strain, but she still welcomed each guest with a smile. She didn’t want to disappoint Feng Yuhua.

“What’s wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Should I call a doctor?” Li Xue’er asked anxiously.

Zhang Ning walked slowly onto the dais, his suit complemented by Xiao Xiao’s pristine wedding dress, looking like the prince and princess from a fairy tale.

Beside them, the soldiers immediately sounded the alarm on the escort ship, the piercing siren echoing through the sky. The radio quickly relayed the enemy situation to all the ships, and soon, every vessel’s alarm blared in unison.

Like Long Yin when he first met Qi Huan, the four elders didn’t think much of Qi Huan’s abilities either, but their attitude was even worse than Long Yin’s.

Su Weining, even though she didn’t understand, and didn’t want to look, still earnestly fed fruit to Lu Nanchen in order to please him.

Chen Jing utterly hated Ling Xi—she still hadn’t avenged being tripped in the classroom, which was humiliating enough. If she backed down now, her authority would be completely destroyed, leaving her unable to carry on.

But Skaf was well prepared. With a quick change of direction, he not only dodged Messi’s tackle but also got past him, turned to face Barcelona’s goal, then sent the ball straight through to Jiang Chen at the edge of the penalty area.

In the subsequent conversation, the village chief finally revealed all he knew. Besides the great merit of opening the spiritual spring, Lan Zheng had also solved many issues for the village.

The three people across exchanged glances. They clearly didn’t take Ye Xuan seriously—throwing a giant branch so far only proved he was strong, nothing more; it posed no real threat.

The next morning, Wang Chao, who had rested less than two hours, was startled awake by a powerful scream.

Although in these ten days, He Zudao had begun to reshape his worldview, he'd never experienced anything supernatural firsthand. He watched Old Man Burning Snow’s every move with intense focus.

Ghost Curtain, a renowned secret art of the Fusang martial artist Kan Onijin, was currently one of the world’s strongest concealment techniques.

Huang Ying said nothing, silently opened the door, turned on the light, and slammed it shut with a bang.

His figure suddenly shot forward, limitless sword energy swirling around him, terrifying to the extreme—everything in his path was utterly annihilated.

To avoid detection, Lin Fan had the car stop hundreds of meters from the villa, then quietly approached to observe. He immediately noticed an invisible aura above Wang Hensheng’s villa—only someone with at least half the mastery of a Celestial Master could perceive it.

Left with no choice, Long Bayun sat on the other side, his eyes darkly fixed on Lei Yu. If looks could kill, Lei Yu would have died ten thousand times over by now.

“Your Majesty, even if you want me now, I can’t resist. Why not put me on the bed? This hard table is hurting my back,” Sang Li thought. Although Mu Yun was now blinded by desire, she had raised him from childhood.

Yet Tong Ruo remembered that last night she only stabbed his hand with a bottle, so her arm shouldn’t be involved.

Li Lufei’s fainting was merely due to weakness and sudden changes in temperature, just exhaustion. There was no illness—why would he be unconscious?

Waiting outside for a minor role, now having a fixed part and earning real pay from the crew rather than day wages—a qualitative leap.

Chi Yan had assumed he carried either the Xuanyuan or Fengtian Sword, but later realized his entire body radiated a unique steel aura from his bones—such a marvel he’d never seen before. He thought if the man truly wished to leave, he probably couldn’t stop him, yet he couldn’t let him go, so he watched him secretly.

She smiled serenely and gently, her watery eyes shining like dazzling stars, the curve of her lips radiant and beautiful. It was clear she was genuinely happy in this moment.

Yizhi Kuo threw Ling Dongwu onto the bed. She closed her eyes, her mind blank. Now she could only endure—this was a world of strength and fists, and she had no say.

The phone was silent for several seconds, then Fu Chengjue’s voice came, “You all have fun, I won’t join.”

The crimson in the eyes gradually faded, the claws slowly disappeared—those slender, jade-like hands stained with blood, those soft, watery eyes suddenly awakening from a dream, lost and bewildered.

Xu Qi’s soul had now grown to its limit—even ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators couldn’t compare. But due to the constraints of his realm, this soul, though powerful, could not yet become a true Primordial Spirit.

“In another hour we’ll return.” Ling Xiao, appearing calm, closed his eyes and entered meditation. Jing Hua was truly patient—it had been so long, yet he hadn’t arrived.

Shi Qingsong’s expression remained indifferent as he activated his technique, splitting Yuan Jing’er’s primordial spirit into three souls and seven spirits, each refined into a Soul Transformation Ninefold Pill.

Ye Bai, without blinking, killed that cultivator. To a member of Baiyun Sect, Ye Bai was like a fierce beast.

Zhou Zi’an, elegant and carefree, rarely serious. The Yunhe Zhou clan lived in the western part of Chu, where people valued “misty rivers, self-appreciation in elegance.” Most men were handsome, some a little unruly.

Aside from medicinal herbs, a pill furnace sat before him—the Sun-Moon Flood Furnace bestowed by Xu Qi.

The man in the black robe smiled faintly without speaking, the glimpse of his face beneath the robe enough to send chills down one’s spine.

Seeing Mo Liu not retort, the two felt even more certain, their superiority and disdain for Mo Liu growing stronger.

“What’s going on?” Attracted by the recent explosion, Dan Ming walked over. Just as Yuan Feng was about to strike again, the energy in his palm gradually dissipated.