Chapter Sixty-Four: Release from Prison

Zhou Huai glanced at the notebook, then at Ye Feng, and after confirming once again that the person in the notebook was indeed Ye Feng himself, he was just about to make a move when Ye Feng shot him a look, signaling that there were too many people around. Ye Feng had no intention of exposing his identity in front of so many eyes; after all, his work could be considered that of an underground operative. Zhou Huai, who had managed to become bureau chief, was certainly adept at reading people. He immediately said to those around him, "Open the door!"

But at that moment, Keyan suddenly glanced at me. I responded by nodding at her emphatically. Li Xi, startled, also turned to look at me.

The protagonist finally made his entrance. Not far away, Xuerou’s expression had already grown grim and cold; at this moment, half her spirit body seemed to have merged with the Yin Eye. The Yin Eye was struggling desperately, but could not escape Xuerou’s control.

In the space before them, smooth as a mirror, a patch of unnatural distortion suddenly appeared. Light, passing through this area, bent and scattered in a bizarre way, leaving everyone momentarily dazzled.

Even now, for him, the practice of breathing and meditation was no longer restricted to the brief moments of dawn and dusk.

This tense and powerless stalemate lasted for a while, until finally, Du Meng, the vice-principal of Kunlun Academy, could no longer bear to watch.

A figure in white flashed like lightning, cutting through the black mist and piercing a beam of golden light. The three-armed Dao Sovereign was suddenly alerted, but how could he match the speed and force of the Frostfeather Sun Falcon? He simply chose not to dodge, instead sweeping his robe, his golden kasaya wrapping his entire body in a perfect sphere, his expression calm and composed.

Their sharp, cruel beaks gleamed with the color of steel; their large, bright eyes were orange, and the talons on their forelegs were half a foot long, making them appear truly intimidating.

Well, perhaps she felt no pain, for her conscience was smothered beneath a great mound of soft flesh—she could not reach it at all.

"To be honest, my ladder points are at 2,200. You play Dota too, so you should know what that means," Zhang Wei said, giving Lin Chu a long, searching look to gauge his reaction.

This building was most peculiar—the elevator would only go as high as the seventh floor, yet moments ago, standing outside, he’d clearly seen the lights blazing on the eighth floor above.

Although they had a numerical advantage, under Shen Nan’s Divine Right Eye’s prediction and the humane brain’s grasp of both the big picture and minute details, their numbers didn’t count for much. The only real challenge for him was the tremendous physical effort it took to take down each one.

Shen Nan walked over to the stall casually, glancing at the items laid out—there were metal ones, wooden ones, even some made of porcelain, a wide variety, nearly a hundred in all.

Chu Haoran shot her a puzzled look, but when she handed the statistics to the commander, even the commander looked at Chu Haoran in surprise, as though seeing him for the first time.

Tie Qingshan’s meaning was obvious. He knew he was not like Feng Hao—so monstrously talented that, with early Sixth Heaven cultivation, he could fight an Eighth Heaven demon king, and even be the descendant of an ancient divine beast. Still, he himself was at half-step Sixth Heaven, and a martial artist at that; he could hardly be as fragile as Feng Hao imagined.

On the other side, the Knight King also stepped onto the arena, her expression as calm and unruffled as Shen Nan’s, her energy, spirit, and mind all adjusted to their peak.

Covered in blood, with two cold, white fangs protruding from its mouth—this was a blood corpse, forged by the old woman Shi Yunqin herself.

Chen Yu and his companion had made arrangements all along the way; after arriving in the city, disciples nearby had already rented lodgings for them in advance.

The hurt caused by betrayal and loathing can eventually heal and fade. Though at first it might be unbearable, in time, everything slowly gets better.