Chapter 61

Yang Ganglie nodded speechlessly. After all, if Jin Hui had confessed that he was the mastermind behind the sabotage of the Dujiangyan water currents, how could Wang Jian possibly let him off? He would have already sent men to arrest him.

Naturally, this attendant had heard of Murong Chen's miraculous feats, but he was not thoroughly familiar with the so-called rules. Now, after Tengyun's explanation, he was practically frightened to the point of fainting right there on the decisive battle arena.

Having tracked him for who knows how long, Bai Xiaofeng was even beginning to grow impatient. He felt as though he were a swimming fish, while Xiao Leng was a delicious bait luring him toward the edge of death.

Ma Xiaobei was dying of pleasure and simultaneously dying of rage, cursing fiercely in her heart. She wanted to push him away, but it felt simply too good—as if she were under a spell, she just couldn't bring herself to push him off.

The tender yellow flowers had actually attracted a few butterflies. It was quite strange since it was already late autumn, yet butterflies were still around. Watching them flutter among the flowers, Jian Xiyan involuntarily drifted closer.

Such a person, treacherous and driven solely by profit, might be a master of politics, but Yang Qinglan utterly despised them.

Meng Yuxuan sighed, looking at the eerie demon lying in a pool of blood without a shred of pity. A demon's heart is not inherently evil; the fault lies within the hearts of men. It is because of humans that the demon race has become corrupt. All these bitter fruits were caused by mankind. Now, let Meng Yuxuan bring an end to all these sins.

Song Yunjun sent a guard disciple flying with a single sword strike, then strode directly into Chen Xuan's living quarters.

Since she deliberately intended to keep it a secret, she could keep hiding it for now. Anyway, once Ding Yijie finished investigating, wouldn't he find out? Yet, he could not fathom her reason for hiding it from him, nor did he believe she had done anything shameful.

"It seems your sixth sense is quite accurate. Did you agree?" Ning Feng smiled faintly, looking at Wang Wu.

Ye Zhuosheng pushed the door open and entered. Instead of looking at Liu Mo'er first, he took a moment to survey the office.

The sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked man repeatedly expressed his gratitude to this Brother Wu. Then he raised his wine glass, wishing to toast him.

"Pure natural sparkling water, requiring no processing whatsoever, ready to be bottled and sold!" As he spoke, he picked up a bottle from the side, aimed it at the tap, and with a swift *whoosh*, the bottle was filled to the brim.

The lobby manager was wiping away sweat while wailing internally. He wanted to step forward and persuade Li Yi, but he didn't dare. Glancing back at Ning Feng, who was sitting there, he turned his head and resumed his silent wailing.

Quite a few people had wagered their entire fortunes on the Divine Dragon, but its performance was simply too disappointing, wasn't it?

With that, he released his foot, went straight to the table to grab a bottle of white liquor, and poured it directly over the hand that had been crushed flat. Before he could even react, Brother Long passed out from the pain.

Ling Jingchen brought Liang Xuan inside to take a seat, fetched two drinks, and handed them to Liang Xuan and Ling Jingchen.

That drawing actually depicted me! My hands were clutching the quilt with just my head exposed, my expression guarded and terrified, yet my gaze was irresistibly drawn downward by something before my eyes. Even though the lines were somewhat distorted, he had captured the very essence of my expression.

Such an excuse might fool others, but to Xiao Chen, who possessed mysterious demon heritage, it would never pass muster no matter what.

Thinking this way, she instead grew unhurried. After all, matters would eventually be resolved; whatever the process might be, it was merely an experience, with little difference between slightly better or slightly worse.

"Knowing full well that Xie Feng was wrongfully accused yet still sending him to prison, you merely sought to conceal the fact that you acquired the sausage recipe from someone else," Ai Qiaoqiao said word for word.

At that instant, when Xiao Chen finally sensed an unprecedentedly thin barrier, his eyes became bloodshot, because breaking through the second layer was right before his eyes—piercing through it would mean shedding his mortal shell and exchanging his bones.

"Let's go down first and talk then," Gu Xi said decisively as he reached out to pinch the beaded bracelet on my wrist himself. Feeling the fine threads tense up, I hesitated no longer and immediately let go of his palm, using the momentum to plant my feet firmly against the stone wall step by step as I descended.

As my body fell toward the ground, knowing I couldn't dodge in time, I gritted my teeth and fiercely grabbed the sleeve of Lin Anxin, refusing to let go no matter what. She successfully crashed to the ground together with me, tumbling right onto the shattered ceramic bowls.

Xiao Chen was slightly moved by this. He then produced another five-star alloy pistol and placed it on the table. This time, the old man picked up the automatic pistol, merely glanced at it casually, and returned it to Xiao Chen.

He Huanshan stared at the three of us wide-eyed. She knew nothing about our cultivation, and this time when I went to the secret realm for trial by ordeal, Senior Brother had made up some other excuse. Now that the three of us were discussing cultivation, it all sounded rather incredible to her.

He closed his eyes, leaning against the pillow without moving, his jaw clenched and his thin lips pressed tightly together.

In fact, this technique of disrupting the balance of internal and external bodily pressure could be applied to the entire body, using the exact same method as above. As long as Garan's entire body was placed in a vacuum state, the sensation of being bloated and ruptured would not be limited to just his head.

For instance, when meals were brought into the classroom this time, even if they were late, they were actually only late by a few dozen seconds or a minute.

Golden Core and Foundation Establishment were worlds apart; entering the Golden Core stage meant truly stepping through the gates of the cultivation world.

Zhun Ti said, "I know not what brings the Exalted Master here, and what instructions you might have." In truth, everyone tacitly understood the purpose of the Exalted Master's visit, but in order to seize the initiative in the conversation, one naturally had to put on a show of ignorance.

Yet at this moment, he realized that Poppy Feiyan's existence was far more important than he had believed. Looking at her corpse, he felt as though all hope had been hollowed out from his body and mind. "What do you plan to do?" Seeing his dazed expression, Dongfang Biyu asked a second time. Finally, this recalled his sanity; dimly, he sensed that there was still hope for the matter.

The proud figure of the Demon Ancestor Luo streaked across, leaving a trace before vanishing swiftly once more, though a faint smile lingered at the corner of Demon Ancestor Luo's mouth.

In any case, everything was over now. Fortunately, one hundred and eight mages had been preserved for the empire.

"Even if I must pursue you to the ends of the earth today and slaughter every last one of you, it will not quench the fury in my heart," the frantic and hurried cry of the Peng Master suddenly rang out. The next moment, he appeared before everyone, bringing his He Tu avatar along with him.

Zhao Zhengce followed suit, picked up a brick, and smashed it right onto the fellow's head. The fellow let out an "ouch," whipped his head around, and glared at Zhao Zhengce. Realizing the urgency, Zhao Zhengce struck him once more—this time delivering a much heavier blow. With a dull *thud*, the fellow lurched forward and collapsed onto the ground.