Chapter 64: Yu Lan Arrested and Imprisoned

making him wish he could tear this male apart with his bare hands.

From the male currently lying on the ground, grievously wounded and resembling a dead dog, one could tell just how intense Shen Zhuoran's fury had been.

Keeping him alive now was merely to serve as evidence, allowing him to make a full confession to the Li family in person.

As for how the Li family would deal with him afterward, and what his ultimate fate would be, those were matters for Shen Zhuoran to consider.

In Shen Zhuoran's eyes—

"You mean their faction is in disarray?" Gao Lingyun's eyes lit up, a look of calculation surfacing on his face, tinged with a trace of joy.

After Jiang Chen fainted, the guards quickly unlocked the handcuffs, and the nurse hurried to bandage Jiang Chen's injured wrists.

Xia Qingfeng must have deeply regretted his decision at the time, his expression turning gloomy as he cut off his words at this point.

Xie Banggui and Fatty Gao, who had not left the room all this time, were now clinging tightly to the wall like a pair of geckos, their fingers gouged straight through the masonry as the inn continued to revolve.

Mischelle seemed to have been blinded by jealousy, casting the abilities of Nangong Linyi, Nuo Minyu, and the others completely to the back of her mind, without ever considering the consequences of her actions.

Could it be that Wang Yuyan did not know she possessed no martial arts skills whatsoever, and that finding Murong Fu would merely make her a burden? No, Wang Yuyan understood. Knowing this, why did she still act with such reckless abandon? For no other reason than rebellion.

Before Li Qiushui could finish speaking, a succession of a dozen deafening explosions—sounding like roaring thunder—traveled down from the first layer of the ice cellar.

Although Minister Tang had already been slain by Xie Banggui, the sky outside the inn remained entirely unchanged, still locked in the pitch-black depths of the Zi hour. The inky darkness compelled the Fire God Guards to ignite torches for illumination.

Upon hearing the system prompt, Andy looked at Boya with an expression that seemed to say, "Is this really all there is? Aren't these things belonging to Andy?"

Since Xuzhu was now staying in the Beggar Sect every day without facing any danger, the four of them discussed the matter and set off toward Mount Tianzhu.

Chang Shushu was even more cowardly when it came to matters of the heart than Ma Xinyi, which inevitably brought a smile to Ma Xinyi's face.

Upon observing the stance of the four golden-backed demons, the Vajra avatar felt a surge of secret joy while also inwardly marveling at the solidarity of the Vajra clan.

Seeing that there was no one else in sight, Zhou Sining dropped her smile, let out a huff, and thought to herself, "That's what you get for having bad intentions—I'll scare you half to death."

The eleventh elder lowered his head once more; his purpose in coming here to stage a coup was solely to bolster the power of his own branch.

After dark, Zhou Jifu sneaked back home. As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he caught a lingering trace of meat fragrance in the air.

Just as schools had campus belles, rural villages had village belles. Although the title sounded somewhat rustic, Chang Shushu truly was a uniquely striking flower in Strawberry Township.

She had no desire to eat these half-cooked sweet potatoes. Returning to her room, she bolted the door and settled down for an afternoon nap. Right when she came back, she had sneaked a bite of a fried dough twist given to her by the male protagonist the night before, which just managed to tide her over through the immediate crisis.

The Vajra avatar decided that while the Qilin beast skin would be used to forge a clan pact for the Vajra race, this Heaven-Swallowing Python skin would be used tonight for the captured Tiger clan reinforcements.

Fan Chen did not explain to Mo Linchen that the bullets were stained with his blood—not because he distrusted Mo Linchen, but because explaining it would entangle too many complications, and now was hardly the time.

Towering billows of black Qi surged around Luo Guichen, entirely composed of the black spiritual energy of this realm. A vast concentration of spiritual energy even gathered outside the barrier.

With a flash of flowing light, Ye Feng and Qian'er appeared before them, walking hand in hand like a pair of celestial immortals.

There was simply no help for it; not everyone could leap down from a height of over thirty meters. Although Shi Yanyong could be considered half a grandmaster, he still had to honestly walk down the stairs.

A marvelous omen! Though pleasantly surprised, Luo Fang remained unsatisfied. Dijun was formidable and ought to be on par with Donghuang Taiyi, at best a half-step enlightenment-tier saint.