Volume 1, Chapter 31: Using Force Against Force

After driving away the giant black bear, the group set up camp beside the large tree housing the hornet's nest.

Once his job advancement was complete, Li Shigao left Azure Dragon City to rendezvous with Wang Lanyan and the others; after all, there were still those guilds to take revenge upon.

In contrast, Mo Tianli appeared completely composed, seemingly unbothered that his old acquaintance had gifted "the good stuff" to Lingdang for nothing.

However, the stillness of the place felt deeply unsettling, as if it were masking something. Otherwise, it would be impossible for such an eerily quiet atmosphere to exist, one that inexplicably stirred a sense of nameless dread in anyone present.

Meanwhile, in the outside world, news spread ever further that Xiao Ye had lit the Heavenly God Crown, placing him on par with Chu Yi for the top spot.

The evil spirit let out a hissing roar, a sound like glass grinding against steel that was exceptionally grating to the ears.

It is worth noting that whether in the previous third-tier world or the current fourth-tier world where Xiao Ye found himself, there was no shortage of spiritual energy or laws, save for that maze of a desert. This was one of the reasons why Xiao Ye dared to cultivate so boldly and securely.

Seeing her expression, I quickly tugged at Lingdang’s sleeve. "I am truly sorry; I was forced into a corner at the time." I spread my palms, assuming a posture ready to accept her blows or verbal abuse. Just as I braced myself for a barrage of kicks and punches from the girl, she suddenly froze.

Since the plan was to bring Fatty along, it was imperative to ask Gong Xiaoxiao for his leave.

Everyone who had been by the Spirit Pool had entered the ruins of the Green Lotus Sword Palace, leaving only Chi Shengtong nowhere to be found. After falling unconscious, he had lost all sensation, and he did not know how much time had passed before a fragrant scent wafted into his nostrils, causing him to open his eyes slightly.

Dongfang Jian looked incredibly excited. What was Wu Yan’s current status? It would be no exaggeration to call him the number one person on the Tianma Continent. Being on good terms with him was bound to be beneficial. With the grand promise Wu Yan had just made to him, the prosperity of his own family was guaranteed.

"Then let this seat see who is truly the strongest in the Primordial Era: the strongest Sage or the strongest Sacred Path." Although Tongtian was shocked by Taishang’s Three Pure Ones incarnations, he was not afraid; instead, his fighting spirit only soared higher.

The invisible sound of slaughter nearly pierced King Kong’s mind, causing bright red blood to flow from his nose and mouth. Although his formidable physique had nullified the vast majority of the attack, Wu Yan’s assault targeted the primordial spirit directly, and even a sliver of such power was more than he could bear.

The ancient clans had a very clear understanding of the origins and consequences of that battle. Facing the Demon God Ye Yun, they knew not only of his status as a Forbidden Array Master but also of his terrifying weapon, the Heavenly Demon Yin-Polar Thunder.

Mu Bing shook her head and said, as calm as water, "No, just looking around." With that, she immediately shifted her gaze toward the dozen or so boys still running hard on the playground, striving for a better rank.

When experts clash, even if their strength is similar, a single move can sometimes decide life or death. Who would be bored enough to fight for three hundred rounds? To kill an opponent, one must naturally use a finishing blow.

Thales nearly collapsed to the ground. Leaning against a rock and gasping for breath, he gulped down water and asked.

Feng Baoping, Wang Chunshan, and Pang Fenglu had not yet sensed these developments; they continued with their work as usual.

"I never asked you to do anything; you can go," Zhang Mingyuan said, turning to leave.

"How did he end up here?" Seeing this, Jiang Lin couldn't help but frown, thinking with some resignation.

With a flick, the scene of the direct confrontation shifted to the network core area beneath headquarters. The entire area was silent, with no trace of battle whatsoever.

There were clearly many bodyguards guarding the path to the back garden, but upon seeing Fang Mingwei, none stepped forward to block him, showing that they had long since received their orders.

Since Cao Yin had taken note of him and already found him a placement, he could only be grateful, bowing to thank Cao Yin.

"Huh? Why has it stopped moving?" Feng Ling struck it with a sonic blade, but the sound of metal clashing rang out.

The next morning, the two woke up in Qin Yuanfeng's large bed. Absence had made the heart grow fonder, and they had been quite restless the night before. Qin Yuanfeng honorably skipped work; a day’s delay was nothing, as his partner was far more important.

Seeing the look on General Zhang’s face, I expressed my silent admiration for his "great minds think alike" sentiment with a smile, though inside, I desperately wanted to beat the old man who had stolen my idea into a pulp. Bah! None of these old soldier-scoundrels are good people.

"Hmph, if I hadn't seen you before, I would have really thought you were some villain who crawled out of that place to impersonate the second young master of the Fang family." Li Shu's analysis was spot on. But the problem was, I wasn't a villain; I was just another victim of a trans-dimensional accident.

However, Fang Mingwei had no intention of testing this defensive measure; he swaggered right through the front gate.

Violent energy instantly rampaged through the silver fire dragon's body as sharp sword qi continuously tore through its silver form, followed by a loud "bang" as it exploded.

Tian Yue’s expression was not good either; she frowned slightly and said in a low voice that as long as Zhang Hao reneged now, she would stop at nothing to beg the Spirit Venerable to take action.

"As for who stands to profit, I believe today's arrangements will surely make the Master the greatest beneficiary, for the Master is like a thread, connecting all the clues together."

Seeking a method to constrain a Profound Immortal using the status of a True Immortal—how could it be easy? An Bocheng’s own memories and experience from these two hundred years were insufficient to achieve it, and relying on the memories of others was a move of desperation.

Long Gu left with a loud laugh. Vega’s intervention had disrupted all his plans. He had originally intended to humble Raymond, but it seemed that would not come to pass, so it was better to leave early.