Volume One, Chapter 54: The Pull

The winter sunlight was gentle and warm, carrying no trace of chill even amidst the falling snow.

Yet Xu Fengchuo persistently wrapped a woolen scarf around Dong Qianqian’s neck; he did not want that delicate face to be harmed by the cold.

"I thought you found it boring and left! So you went to report it to the police instead. But why won't the police arrest me?"

The three brothers' continuous screams echoed beneath Wolong Mountain. They had been completely played for fools and were utterly bewildered. It was one thing for their eldest brother to be strung up and thrashed, but why were the two of them also being hurled around the sky like ragdolls?

"Hmph—thinking of running? It's not that easy." Looking at the raging inferno burning at the mountain pass, Zhang Zhifang wore a ferocious smile.

"I am Bai Chuli, Bai Linchuan's senior martial brother," said the fierce-looking man, word by word. Although his voice was harsh, although his voice was raspy, every word he spoke carried infinite power.

At the same time, Scorpion exerted force with his foot, instantly causing the youth beneath him to let out a series of agonizing wails.

Ao Yunmingdao’s aged face flushed red once more. Jiang Shou had not directly refused him, and by speaking tactfully, had already given him a great deal of face, especially since every word he said made complete sense.

Let's just add another major province to China, since there's nothing better to do anyway. Staring at the world map on the wall, Shen Xing drifted slightly into a reverie. "My lord, shall this humble maid go fetch Gou'er?" Zhaomin saw right through Shen Xing's thoughts. "Do you all think I want to conquer India?" Shen Xing asked with a grin.

If it were merely the Wu family, Bu Fan would have considered the greater picture and willingly yielded, seeing that he already possessed a Demonic Path true inheritance equivalent to the fifth realm. No matter how vast the Mad Monarch’s hidden legacy was, it only reached the fourth realm at most. However, if a figure like Bu Tiyun was factored into the equation, he would completely disregard the greater picture.

When these people caught sight of the arrow-rain flashing with rosy clouds at the edge of the horizon, their expressions all shifted with a start. Without a second thought, they gripped their weapons and charged back into the fray once more.

A familiar voice reached his ears, and Bu Fan turned around. The hot spring actually consisted of two pools; steam billowed lazily as a few familiar figures soaked in the water.

This time, anyone who stood in her way would die. This time, regardless of the sect—even if it were the White-Clothed Sect—she would kill them all. If she wanted to kill Bai Linchuan, she had to do it with her own hands, and anyone who blocked her path was her enemy. She resembled a warrior whose sole purpose for living was slaughter.

Therefore, no matter how unwilling he felt inside, he could not allow a single trace of reluctance to show on his face.

Debates over principles and reasoning often possessed two sides. Depending on one's perspective on a matter, different conclusions would be reached.

Song Ziyu glanced at the impulsive Ziwu, pondered for a moment, and had no choice but to nod, fearing that his younger brother's rashness would ruin things once again.

The question had become increasingly abnormal amidst the endless distortion. Realizing something was amiss, I quickly dragged the conversation back from its derailed course.

"It was merely a joke, why get this worked up?" The Prince of Linjiang laughed heartily, leaving with a look of smug satisfaction.

Yet his voice clearly carried a trace of tremor as well. With such terrifying entities wandering around outside, his heart could hardly remain entirely calm and at ease. Thus, any sudden change—especially one happening right beside him—would fill him with profound astonishment, and even a touch of fear.

Seeing Ye Lin close the distance, Lei Kexuan showed no sign of panic whatsoever; instead, a sneer crept onto her lips.

Much like a balanced chessboard, they were ultimately not the ones controlling the game. They were merely pieces on the board, manipulated at the whim of others.

Following instructions, the soldiers arrived at the vicinity of the White Nile River, searching for any possible anomalies. Soon after, before their very eyes, an aircraft plunged from the high altitude, sending up a massive splash of water. The heavy impact sounded as though it had smashed a giant crater directly into the surface of the river.