Volume 1, Chapter 23: Settling Scores with Su Wanyue

Li Ling himself, however, truly did not realize that he could be associated with the four heavy words "pure-blooded human."

I do not know how much time had passed when the horizon began to pale. A wisp of dawn light filtered through the window, reflecting onto the gap beneath the curtains; at a glance, it looked like a long, slender, soft piece of brocade.

Just as he reached the doorway, he caught a familiar, subtle fragrance—it was the scent of the lotus leaf porridge Lan Fei used to make, which he had often drunk some time ago. The ward door was ajar, and he peered inside.

Spiritual practitioners above the Yellow Spirit realm are prohibited from unleashing large-scale spiritual techniques within city walls; otherwise, they are to be treated as enemies of all sects.

Yun Tianhao was busy thinking about how to appease Qiao Bing, but when he saw her suddenly flash him a smile, his heart skipped a beat.

"Drive," Lan Fei interrupted Jiang Yejin, her tone carrying an undeniable authority.

Although she had not seen Qiaoqiao for the past two years, she had been keeping a close watch on her whereabouts from the shadows.

For at least the time it takes for half a stick of incense to burn, the teahouse remained deathly silent, and even the passersby outside could not help but crane their necks to peer inside.

The Master placed the thousands of races he had created into universes where their strength would be comparable to the inhabitants, allowing them to eventually become the strongest in those respective realms.

In an instant, the room was flooded with countless sword-wielding constables, led by Fan Ju, the governor of Jinlin City.

Fatty Wang shivered all over, looking visibly uneasy as he spoke. His eyes kept scanning the surroundings of the cemetery, especially the rows of gravestones that stood out so starkly. At first glance, it was truly enough to make one’s hair stand on end.

Yang Mufeng suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back and could not stop a mouthful of blood from spraying out. Distracted for a moment, he had been struck by a command flag, though fortunately, it had not hit any vital organs.

Liang Chen stood dazed for a moment before exhaling a deep, frustrated breath. "This is what you call being caught red-handed. With both human and physical evidence, what else can be done?" Having said this, Liang Chen hung up the call.

Although their rankings differed, their current cultivation levels were quite similar, all falling between the ninth level of the Martial King realm and the first level of the Martial Emperor realm.

Not necessarily. If death is certain either way, no one would sit idly by and wait for it! Naturally, Young Master Wei would not just wait to die. The onlookers were already buzzing with speculation.

This incident happened so suddenly that it left everyone caught off guard; consequently, the situation remained unchanged.

The three Immortal Emerald Spirit Hydras in the lead leaped out of the water to strike the trio. At that very moment, the three behind them also sprang up, spitting green water-blades from their mouths, each aimed at one of the three people on the wall.

"I don't know why you two older brothers insist on stopping us. If the five of us attacked together, even a Qing Ao wouldn't be able to hold us back," the third man said. Though frustrated, his tone remained respectful out of fear.

"My Yang Garden acts with integrity, clear as the sun and moon. For six years, I have purged the world of countless demons and monsters. The heavens are bright and clear; everyone has witnessed the good and evil of my Yang Garden. What is your motive for spreading these heretical lies here?" Qin Wushuang shouted, his deep voice sounding like a peal of thunder.

Well, many have probably already recalled that the second technological tree is the specialty of these Thunderstorm Barrens—the Thunder-Swift Magic Armor.

And now, this disease showed signs of spreading to Gucheng. As for how it was transmitted, that remained unknown—perhaps through bodily fluids?

The ninjas on the outer perimeter were on high alert, constantly patrolling the surroundings, ready to react at the first sign of any disturbance.

However, just when everyone thought the Fire Fish was ready to concede and wait for all six members to return before fighting again, an invisible figure descended from the sky at an incredibly unpredictable angle.

Although the Doug Group had no business dealings here, one must not forget what their primary line of work was.

Qin Xu understood this point quite well: American police are divided into three tiers—federal, state, and municipal/county—none of which are subordinate to the others. Only federal police answer to the federal government, while state and local police departments are responsible only to their respective jurisdictions.

"Many thanks to Young Master Zhang and everyone for your undeserved praise. This humble one is unworthy of such words," Liu Rushi said, her voice soft and melodious, incredibly pleasant to the ear.

These officers spoke with a degree of gravity. Fortunately, they were all men who had set foot on the Grand Line, with bounties in the tens of millions; though solemn, they were not afraid.

To put it accurately, Luo Li and Luo Xia, acting for the Game Church, had seen through the perfunctory attitudes of certain people and had become completely disillusioned, even losing all hope in them.

At a shout, the entire army began the pursuit, led by Yang Xi, with Zu Lang, Zhou Tai, and Mao Luan following closely behind.

Luan Yongping informed his great-grandfather of the President's visit, dismissed the onlookers, and then led Shen Lang and the others back to the villa where they were staying.

Her car had been mangled into a heap of scrap metal, and she herself had not been spared. When the front of the car slammed into the steps, a piece of shattered glass flew out and, as luck would have it, sliced across her forehead, instantly tearing open a long, deep gash.

Originally, Ding Xiu had agreed to wait for him in Wuchang Prefecture, but he had not been there. At first, he found it strange, but now it seemed Ding Xiu had long since calculated that he would come to the Governor's Mansion, so he had been waiting for him there all along.

"You, behave yourself. I don't have time to indulge your nonsense," Wu Dan said, casting a meaningful look at Flip-flops before returning to the bedroom, closing the door, and collapsing onto the bed.

Though the Spirit-Suppressing Fan seal combined with the Demon-Slaying Spell provided some warmth to his body, it failed to dispel the evil spirits within the car. Instead, it drew their attention, causing his inherited power to be inexplicably weakened; his mystical arts became half as effective, and their results were greatly diminished.