48 Forty-Eight Whales

"I have already said that with a mere thirty percent of your avatar's power, trying to kill me is nothing more than a fantasy." As Yang Huang's strength grew, his self-confidence naturally formed—a value system that belonged solely to the strong.

Through that very clash, both sides had reached a rough estimate. Ghost Master was no longer at his peak, while Swallowing Heaven Sparrow and the others had strength in numbers. For a brief skirmish, Ghost Master could handle them with ease, but once a life-or-death battle truly began, he would find himself stretched thin.

Not far from Yuanshan Town, there was a great mountain named Cool Breeze Mountain. This mountain boasted lush greenery, clear streams, and fresh air. Both locals and travelers alike enjoyed visiting the mountain to breathe in the fresh air whenever they had the chance.

Both the Nong and Mo families were well aware that before Xu Fan came out of seclusion, nothing must happen to the Yan State.

If any practitioner of the Taoist sect were here, they would undoubtedly be utterly shocked. Master Chisong was the leader of the Taoist Heavenly Sect, and for him to treat someone with such a deep bow, it would be utterly impossible unless that person were a senior master of the Taoist path.

Even though he was destined to be the future number one of the alliance, Ye Feng still felt as though he was being looked down upon, and a deep sense of discomfort welled up in his heart.

"Qingda is among the top three universities in China. Those who enter never even need to actively look for job connections; company human resources departments take the initiative to contact them. Yet, he chose not to go..." Zhang Zhesheng mused.

Slaughtering horses and sheep, picking fruits, and arranging fine wines and nectar—it took a full half-hour before everything was finally prepared.

Persisting in daily cultivation and walking countless times along the edges of life and death—was it not all for revenge? Yet now that the great vengeance had been achieved, there was none of the anticipated joy or excitement; instead, for a moment, he felt completely lost as to where he should go.

Wenren Junyao had just recovered from that ethereal, floating sensation. It was the first time she had ever experienced such a feeling, and just as she was lingering in the pleasurable aftermath of it, she heard Long Xiang speak those words right beside her ear, causing her pretty face to instantly turn crimson.

It seemed like too much to take in all at once, but in barely over ten seconds, everything vanished, and space completely returned to normal.

Ever since Dr. Li had his face slapped by Ximen Jing, he had been acting like a soul stripped of its body. He had only come alive for a brief moment during the panic of the escape, running more enthusiastically than anyone else, yet ending up lagging the furthest behind. Everyone else had arrived long ago, but he only just entered the temple door. The moment he stepped inside, it was as if his spine had been broken; he slumped weakly against a pillar and did not utter a single half-word.

No sooner had everything been done than four black Hyundai off-road vehicles charged in at high speed in a single file line, screeching to a neat halt on the grassy area beside the hotel parking lot. Amidst the synchronized clatter of doors opening, six sturdy men stepped out of each vehicle.

Gao Yi's heart skipped a beat at that moment. He truly could not stand this Lin Bin because of his arrogant attitude, but to act so boldly in front of people like Xu Wei and the others—did he not even fear how the word "death" was written?

By comparison, Zhu Ziming's steadfast and unrequited devotion appeared all the more precious. However, penniless, lacking taste, unremarkable in appearance, powerless, and utterly incompetent as he was, he seemed far too ordinary amidst the crowd of powerhouses at Yanjing University—so ordinary that even the average student did not bother to cast a glance his way.

With a few quick movements, he stripped off the blade-and-gun-proof snake-scale armor, put it on himself, grabbed Yang Zhong's headless corpse whose eyes were still wide open in death, crouched low, slipped into the woods, and vanished into the night.

He had lost all his face. Overcome with shame, Dr. Li practically bolted through the door and fled into the courtyard. Watching his flustered retreating figure, Ximen Jing chuckled to himself in secret. What was so great about rheumatism? Dampness was just a form of evil Qi; since this great official could even banish malevolent spirits, a little bit of dampness was child's play. It was just a pity that it wasted a bit of spiritual energy.

The reason the Giant Bone Society was named as such was because within that massive city lay a skeleton so colossal it defied belief.

A deafening roar drowned out Chen Yu's voice. The surrounding space twisted continuously, eventually forming a spatial storm. The dazzling light forced everyone to close their eyes, and they all felt as though they had been uprooted from their spots and transported to an unknown realm.

As long as that problem was resolved, his path of cultivation would be entirely free of obstacles, leading him smoothly all the way to becoming an Emperor. In other words, he had essentially secured an Emperor's throne for himself.

Even the Bone Saint had found no way to leave and had ultimately met such an end. Thinking of that so-called method of departure, Chen Yu could not help but offer a bitter smile and shake his head. He did not possess that level of supreme confidence.

In particular, the fiery glow beneath his feet made him blaze with red light like the sun in the sky, exuding an aura of absolute dominance over the world and claiming the peak of creation. Though not particularly burly, he inspired awe and terror in all who saw him.

Zhen Xuan did not look at Mu En, raising her eyes instead to watch Yu Cong and Mu Yi playing in the courtyard. Their endless giggles and laughter failed to melt away the confusion and doubt lingering in her heart.

He was not worried about the injury on his shoulder at all. With his keen discernment, he could naturally tell that the shot had not penetrated his bone.

At that moment, Zhou Zheng found it inconvenient to use his skills, and since basic physical attacks were ineffective, he couldn't be bothered to step forward and join the commotion.

As he spoke, the old man's skin instantly transformed into a claw, dodging Chen Jiu's sharp edge and lunging to grab Chen Jiu's spear shaft.

Zhen Xuan was somewhat startled, nodding slightly in response. She had indeed heard of the Yongliang Prince's Estate; the original head of the household had been a leisurely prince. Although generations had passed and their ties to the imperial capital had grown distant, they were still members of the imperial family, fundamentally different from ordinary households.

Two late-stage Triple Realm pill-martial artists with slightly delayed reactions were instantly cut in half at the waist. This abrupt turn of events temporarily stunned Yun Haibo and the others, leaving them too hesitant to blindly press forward for the moment.

"What wind blew you over to my place? Though we are both in the inner palace, we truly rarely get the chance to meet—unlike you and Yunyao, whom I see every time Lady Xu comes to pay her respects at the Hehuan Palace." Lu Yingquan sat directly on the stone stool of the pavilion and spoke to Jian Yue.

The sudden arrival of Dong Cheng caught Bai Chang completely off guard, taking him by surprise so abruptly that he had no time to react at all.

During this time, Ye Feng went out to buy some light dinner for the three of them. Lin Ruolan ate only a tiny bit before stopping. She then sat quietly beside the hospital bed, tightly grasping Lin Qianzhong's hand, looking as pitiful and forlorn as a child about to be abandoned by her parents.