35 The Justice League Gets on Track

"With a beauty by my side, how could I feel any loss?" Sanbao gathered Guo'er into his arms with a sweeping gesture, and the two vanished into the bamboo forest from a different direction.

Lan Xi looked up, puzzled, recalling the gnashing hatred in the girl's eyes back at the Palace of Earthly Tranquility when she spoke of her mother being hounded to death; she seemed like a completely different person now.

Sima Mo's face turned crimson with rage. His eyes, which had previously looked dull and jaundiced, suddenly flared with brilliance—the brilliant, burning light of fury, the kind that made him wish he could strangle Sima Qing on the spot.

Swinging his heavy sword forward, Ximeng unleashed a distorted gale of blade-force that struck the nearest giant scorpion, cleaving it in two instantly. Without pausing, he lashed out with several more strikes, effortlessly slaughtering five or six of the massive creatures.

Jing Qi slipped out of Zhaoyang City with ease, using his light-footed techniques to take a shortcut toward the nearest village.

This was the "pathfinding stone" technique; it relied on precise force and the unique properties of the stones themselves. They had to collide to produce a specific sound while simultaneously shattering into dust, leaving no trace behind. Though originated in the Central Plains, it had been perfected to an extreme by the Japanese ninjas.

The Golden-Masked Man smiled bitterly. "You know the state of my body..." As he spoke, his gaze flickered, as if touched by a sudden thought.

After everyone turned in their tasks, Xu Lin made an inquiry, only to discover to her surprise that only Guozi had managed to snag a piece of trash blue-tier equipment, while the others had returned empty-handed.

"Just how powerful have I become? Could I be too strong?" Li Mu thought with shameless conceit. Feeling invincible among his peers, he now craved a battle against someone in the Void Realm to test his mettle—especially against those Void Realm bastards who had caused his death so many times before.

She cast a resentful glance at Wen Xunchen, who remained completely oblivious. She sighed helplessly, forced to accept her misfortune.

His head slowly regained sensation, and he could barely manage to flick his tail. Gou Rixin cleared his throat and swallowed, the hunger in his stomach becoming even more agonizing.

***

A surprise? To him, it was a shock. With Su Mu gone and the Blazing Spirit Colt torn to pieces, what else was there to say?

"Fine! Go ahead and get to work!" Wu Yuan felt they should have been busy long ago; why had they come here to suffer?

Lin Yan woke up in the middle of the night, groggily heading to the bathroom. Since the layout of the apartments across the hall was identical and the landlord hadn't changed anything, and given that Lin Yan was still muddled from the alcohol he’d consumed, he subconsciously assumed he was in his own home and returned to bed after using the restroom.

"Miss Qiuyan, come with me. Let me help you apply some golden sore ointment," Er Niang said, reaching out to support Long Qiuyan.

Beside him sat another Old Wang, identical in appearance and build, except this one had his hands and feet shackled to a thick stone pillar by heavy iron chains. With the slightest movement, the chains around his ankles rattled loudly.

"Enough, tell your boyfriend not to come. We're leaving right now," Liu Zheyu said.

Neither of them was a pushover. They suddenly traded a palm strike in mid-air, flipped backward seven or eight times to dissipate the force, and landed in a disheveled heap.

For a disciple at the fourth level of the Profound Spirit Realm to be blasted away in an instant—that was truly formidable. It seemed Su Mu had an extraordinary background.

Seeing Yu Wan's gaze land on her, Mother Gong clutched her body and retreated several steps. She didn't want to go to prison, and she certainly didn't want to end up like Zhang Jiao, unrecognizable and ruined.

With a dozen burly men around, how could she hope to escape? She had never dreamed that Father Yu would resort to such tactics, but it also showed, from another perspective, that Father Yu truly had no other options left.

Although breaking through from the peak of the Spirit King stage to the early Spirit Emperor stage required a vast amount of spiritual power, Lu Feng possessed two strands of pure Yin energy within him, so his breakthrough was not merely a matter of luck.

***

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I repeated weakly, tears flowing uncontrollably. This was all my sin.

But then, I realized it wasn't just the cold. The cold wind had just begun to clear my head when a sharp, violent pain erupted from deep within my mind, so intense it nearly caused me to lose consciousness.

Zhang Jiao bit her lip. She had been utterly defeated today. Only a short while ago, she had believed she had secured Zhang Ke, yet in the blink of an eye, everything was gone.

However, just as the Purple-Eyed Divine Tiger lunged with its claw, the man at the mid-stage of the Heavenly King realm saw his body begin to swell rapidly.

"What exactly happened? Qifeng, tell me." I watched Luo Qifeng, who had just changed his clothes and was about to leave again. Was he really going out with Fang Yirou?

No! When the match had just ended, Chen Nan had clearly seen that look of resentment on Qin Yanran’s face.

The sunset glow was enveloped by the night, and the bright moon hung in the vault of heaven. The star-studded sky was deep, brilliant, and filled with a charming allure.

A dignified emperor, for the sake of his own selfish interests, had disregarded the lives of his soldiers and the safety of his people, allowing the Southern Yue army to besiege Linchuan. This led to the fall of the city and the senseless deaths of countless civilians, even though the Southern Yue forces were later driven away.