Volume 1, Chapter 48: Who on Earth Made a Move?

Han Fei gripped his knife tightly, his face dark and somber, silently following a few people ahead at a rapid pace. These individuals radiated with extraordinary abilities, each a peak-level power user, capable of covering twenty to thirty meters in a single stride.

“Han Fei, you truly are an ‘outstanding’ chief commander. The fourth level of the superpower prison hasn’t had a single issue in twenty years, and yet, as soon as you take office, a dangerous criminal escapes. Ha ha ha!” Zhou Lingyu sneered mockingly, her words dripping with sarcasm.

Han Fei didn’t even blink, as if he hadn’t heard a thing.

“Enough, the old fox King An from the Dust Method Sect is cunning; you can’t blame Brother Han entirely. You should hold your tongue a bit,” a square-faced man began to speak.

After a brief moment of surprise, Yan Jiu’s eyes narrowed sharply. Then, with a gentle wave of her hand, the three figures vanished into the misty morning fog.

Although Li Zhaoyuan was reluctant to spar with outer disciples far stronger than himself, the promise of a generous reward made participation worthwhile. He only intended to engage lightly—no killing, no desperate fighting, just enough to reap substantial benefits. Why not? A plan settled firmly in his mind.

“Continue!” Feng Ni said, turning his gaze toward Han Fei below the stage. Among the remaining challengers, only Han Fei was worthy of a duel with him; the others were insignificant.

Within the Chengling Sect, there had long been endless disputes over how to handle the Human Hall. Some advocated maintaining cooperation, while others insisted on suppressing the Hall’s power in the North.

With Zuoqiu Chen’s cultivation, the boundary between the two realms could only prevent some from spying. Those with profound cultivation could break through the boundary if they wished. But Zuoqiu Chen believed that no one dared to violate this boundary now.

Who could be so bold as to unleash such a forbidden divine array against him here in Miling?

After speaking, Shi Yi sighed softly. Matters like these must still be confronted, though now he felt much more confident.

The mention of the dragon vein by fortress lord Lan Lingfei astonished both Yuan Canghai and the Demon Lord of Heavenly Calamity, causing Yuan, the Demon Lord, and Yun Long to exclaim aloud on the spot.

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Although Li Zhaoyuan had summoned the black disk in a moment of crisis, he did not possess the technique to control it. Hence, the disk remained a mere prop in his hand, and he was uncertain if it would respond the same way next time.

Zuoqiu Chen, having taken possession of Guan Yaorui’s relics, naturally wouldn’t have taken them for nothing. Among them, the most crucial was Guan’s reassembled true understanding of the Water-Fire Dual-Hold Thunder Cast Steel Wheel.

“Don’t! Don’t! Don’t fight! Old Tian means no harm!” Su Lin shouted urgently, fearing Zhou Bo and the others might harm Tian Pengfei.

Xiao Jiangyuan found Li Longji’s humble requests for guidance refreshingly novel. For a long time, Li Longji had bossed her around, and if she showed any dullness, he would call her naturally stupid. Strict teachers produce outstanding disciples, and though her temper was usually good, patience has its limits. The wheel of fortune turns; now it was his turn to be the fool.

A huge shadow hurtled toward the two, but Meng Mie and the elder moved swiftly, intercepting it before the black figure.

Suddenly, a cough came from the bed. Just as Xiao Jiangyuan lifted her foot, Shangguan Wan’er brought over a steaming white porcelain cup. She expertly helped Wu Zhao sit up, letting her lean on her shoulder, and gently fed her some water.

“Damn Morning Star Manufacturing...” Xu Tianran could only curse angrily. He couldn’t dispatch the Dragon Soul Mentors guarding Mingdu to quell the rebellion, nor could he mobilize the troops in the Mingdou Mountains. The current situation was disastrous for the Sun Moon Empire; even he didn’t know how to respond.

Judging by Lei Along’s respectful demeanor toward Ye Chen, it was clear this young man was no ordinary figure. Trouble—this was a disaster.

Qin Yu struggled to suppress the turbulent bloodline within, but it was no use; a mouthful of hot blood surged up his throat.

Ye Chen frowned slightly, looking at Lin Yue Ru’s calm expression, sensing she was telling the truth.

That night, Chen Shi returned—not to stay, but merely to gather his belongings. His clothes and shoes were taken; the slippers and water cup I bought for him remained untouched, exactly where they had been.

Only when Xiao Jiangyuan was about to cross the threshold of the Tongming Gate did Li Longye finally make up his mind. With a swift stride, he rushed to her side, grasping her arm firmly.

In the end, she still tossed the sheets into the washing machine, even adding two extra scoops of detergent, intending to wash them several times over.

At the back, Yushi’s mood had been hanging by a thread; hearing that remark was like a bucket of cold water poured onto a boiling pot—sizzling and startling.

Mu Feng couldn’t understand why, when the alliance leader broke through a realm, the Left Protector would react so dramatically.

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Wei Xiang immediately felt a weight lifted from his chest; Lin Han’s demonic sword aura was so terrifying it nearly suffocated him.

But the bearded man was no ordinary fellow. He instantly noticed his brothers’ unease. Though kneeling, their bodies trembled uncontrollably, cold sweat pouring from their foreheads, faces twisted in pain.

Back at home, the nanny was obviously pushing Grandpa downstairs to bask in the sun. Only Zhang was curled up on the couch playing mobile games.

Under Fuxi’s leadership, the human tribes repeatedly turned crises into safety, growing stronger and stronger, marching toward power.

Before the creatures could approach, Tang Feng swung his palm forward. The golden palm imprint exploded, instantly annihilating a swarm of corpse flies.

“Another top-grade one?” An Ruo Xin’s expression froze. He couldn’t understand why all the pills on Lin Han were of supreme quality.

Without high-level guards, the Blood Wolf Hall became a pitiful sight, continuously retreating, struggling to resist, and dying helplessly.

“Haha, it doesn’t matter if you tell others. Even if they go up, they might not be able to snatch it,” Li Zhiyuan boasted with a triumphant smile.

Tang Ye felt speechless. These people loved to show off, shouting threats like they’d kill you before walking away, thinking it was cool or heroic?

As for what Huyan Jingxin wanted to say before dying, he could guess: probably a plea to take good care of Huyan Yuer, someone she clearly felt guilty towards but ultimately loved Tang Tian more. Knowing Tang Tian still loved her before he died made her willing to face death with peace.

The warm environment was gone; now, he felt countless eyes watching him.

Shen Feng was puzzled as he glanced at Wu Yiran inside the shop. Could this guy be hiding something from him?