Chapter 62 Habitual Liar

Upon learning that she had contacted martial wanderers to leave, Jiang Qi immediately objected.
"I do not agree. No matter what you say, I will never agree to this. There is no room for discussion." Jiang Qi's face turned cold.
Gu Fangyu had been dragging her feet and withholding the truth precisely because she was afraid of this reaction.
She cautiously reached out and gently hooked Jiang Qi's little finger, saying, "I will be sm..."

Gu Chenxi said nothing, but as the zither notes turned fierce and Moyun Fang shifted his gaze along with hers, he was horrified to discover that the Tuoba army, which had originally died at the hands of their own people, were now shuddering and standing up one after another.

Whether it was a look of disdain and pity, or undisguised sarcasm, Gu Chenxi made no effort to hide it. Who made her such a fearless and reckless prodigal scion anyway?

To have such words spoken by the kingdom's foremost paladin, the head of the Twelve Royal Knights, one could only imagine the opponent's strength.

Just as he turned around and picked up a glass of beer to moisten his throat, Chen Yang could not help but freeze in place.

Vaulting directly over the Master rank to become a powerhouse of the Grandmaster rank—this was a record that had never been achieved before, yet Ye Qingfeng had genuinely attained it. Being able to fly through the air purely by virtue of the Master rank meant Ye Qingfeng would finally not have to suffer the disdain of her enemies on this account.

Fresh blood trickled down the male instructor's chin. He raised his head, pointed a shock-filled finger at Jiuyin, and with a tilt of his neck, he passed out.

This place was much better suited for sorcerers to make their move than profound practitioners like him. Fortunately, before long, everything Ye Qingfeng said managed to set people's minds at ease, and those enchanting zither melodies were utterly unforgettable.

Thorn looked at me uncomprehendingly. Perhaps until the day I confessed to him, he would never know what I had been through, and naturally would not understand that my so-called "open-mindedness" was merely a disguise I had to wear in order to survive in this ruthless country.

Perhaps a single gang was not enough to catch the eye of the Five Great Clans, but the Yongcheng Gang, formed by the merger of four factions, was something the Five Great Clans could no longer afford to ignore.

"Aren't you a member of the Zhan Clan? Could it be that you are not a martial artist from the Southern Domain!" How clever Shuang Xuelan was; she immediately guessed something from Xingchen Meng's words and spoke up.

Before I could even explain, Qi Jingying angrily grabbed her bag and stomped away in a huff. I stood rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do, but remembering where I was going to sleep tonight, I could only bite the bullet and follow after her, explaining as I walked.

Not to mention Hong Yi, the others felt the same way. Wen Jin and Jiao Yong even started cursing aloud; they had almost died just now, and those people had walked right past without the slightest intention of helping. It was truly disheartening.

"The renowned Lu Ya is, after all, nothing much. Let us leave it at this for today; once I enter the Wu Clan, I shall wash away the humiliation of the past in blood." Seeing the five-colored flames appear around Lu Ya once again, the Wu Emperor no longer had any appetite to continue fighting.

These low-tier demons posed no threat to me at all. On the contrary, because I released the powerful magical aura within my body to avoid unnecessary trouble, these fellows sensed my presence from afar and fled far away from me.

"Yes, the Earth Shinobi of Wa Nation, probably of intermediate rank, numbering a dozen or so in total. No high-rank Earth Shinobi have appeared yet. If high-rank Earth Shinobi show up, it will take at least two Counter-Terrorism Flying Heroes to deal with them," Wang Yisheng replied truthfully.

Nong Rusong, seized by the masked youth, wore a somewhat shocked expression. Looking at the terrifying visage revealed by the masked youth, a trace of horror leaked into his tone.

The thug let out a miserable scream, feeling as though his stomach had been struck by a pile driver. In an instant, he was sent flying backward, crashing through two wine tables before finally coming to a halt.

The voices of Heshen and Angelia drifted over from afar. Hearing this in his ears, Ye Qingfeng could not help but smile faintly. Indeed, when it came to coaxing people, Heshen was completely at home and didn't even need to draft an outline beforehand.