Volume One, Chapter 138: Mo Xingyuan Said, “I’m Afraid I Won’t Be Able to Hold Myself Back”

Su Li had not intended to sleep, but when she opened her eyes, night had already fallen.

She put on her clothes and walked out.

The office lights were off, yet the night view outside shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows and kept the room illuminated.

Drawn by the view, she walked over and took in the entire cityscape.

Someone approached from behind. Before she could turn around, an arm tightened around her waist. A familiar scent enveloped her, and she leaned against his chest without a word.

Chu Bingren was secretly astounded. This was hardly the strength of a human; it was practically comparable to that of a Daluo Golden Immortal. No wonder Ye Feng had been able to break through the Frozen Tower’s Netherworld Domain and open the barrier between the Realm of Everlasting Life and the human world.

Ye Feng unleashed the ultimate move of the Four Forms of the Supreme Emperor—Ninefold Tidal Surge—with all his strength. In the blink of an eye, nine layers of surging waves rolled forth without end, one after another, blocking General Huade’s powerful punch.

“Not good!”

Lan Ling, Lan Ao, and Jun Jinyan all changed expression. Just moments ago, the three of them had clearly seen the Evil Path Palace martial artist absorb the old man’s power, causing his cultivation to rise dramatically. Now, with the blood essence of one hundred thousand martial artists, each at least at the Half-Step Profound Light Realm, how much power would it grant their opponent?

As for the Mystic Emperor, apart from the many tears in his clothes, he had suffered no other injuries. Holding the divine sword in his hand, he slowly walked toward Lan Ling.

She was not making this up. Qing Ziye’s abnormal state had been certified by the professional, Xun Yi. In fact, if one looked carefully, it was possible to distinguish one or two signs of it.

Qing Xuanzi’s face was filled with astonishment. He had never expected Cain to break through into the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, while he himself was only at the Half-Step Tribulation Transcendence Realm. Although he was merely one step away, breaking through was far from easy.

In the past, Si Qing had always framed her. This time, however, she had caused Si Qing terrible harm, even saying such things and lecturing the guests at the Drunken Red Pavilion.

She had actually framed her over such a ridiculous reason? Although she had plenty of free time, that did not mean she wanted to get involved in their farce.

Amid Jiang Yuxin’s tearful, rambling explanation, Ye Feng finally pieced together the sequence of events.

Long Qingchen had intended to apologize, but Academician Long Heiye’s words grew increasingly offensive, and he began to feel irritated as well.

This time, it was Wu Song who spoke. When Wu Song had run away from home years ago, Chai Jin had indeed taken him in for a while, providing him with food and clothing without worry. Now, he wanted to repay that debt of gratitude.

“I can guarantee that this is true. If Master does not believe me, you can ask Martial Uncle Yu Ze.”

The instant it entered her body, Su Qiao’s entire heart was seized by wrenching pain. To personally slay the one she loved most… So this was how painful it was.

Several divine statues stood in the very center, while both walls were covered with red paper. A few red candles flickered and danced in the dim room.

“I imagine Mr. Song should also know that at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, there was a saying that Liu Bowen severed the dragon veins, cutting off communication between Heaven and Earth.”

Everyone inside the Wuwei warship dock at the shipyards in Jiangsu and Taipei could hear them speaking.

Shen Changzong had already lost his temper over Zhao Fanghua being held hostage by Su Qiao. Now, merely seeing her name was enough to provoke his anger.

Zhu Qian had gone to great lengths to seduce him. If she did not kill Chu Chen today, it simply would not make sense.

The deaths of Bo Yuntian and the defection of Inoue Jun had nearly stripped this band of desperate imperial palace experts of their will to fight for victory. Only when they saw flames soaring into the sky and the warriors of the Great Zhou Palace Guard charging into the city did they gradually recover and turn to meet the enemy.

Last night, Chen Feng had merely reset her bones. The sprain in her ankle was still severe. Although it did not prevent her from walking, the pain was unavoidable.

Even if someone wanted to track down Li Hexian, finding him would be extremely difficult, because apart from his name and appearance, the wanted notice provided no particularly distinctive details.

Ye Tian watched Elder Wu with faint excitement. In Ye Tian’s mind, the most formidable martial arts were immortal-tier martial arts—in other words, immortal techniques. Yet with his current cultivation, he could not use such techniques at all. Otherwise, his body would explode and he would die.