Volume 1, Chapter 67: I Want to Ruin Him Completely

Quite a number of students on campus had already accepted street interviews from reporters, answering a multitude of questions. Now, reports in the Ganzhou media featured information related to Fu Yonghan almost everywhere you looked.

The monster let out a low roar, and with a gentle flap of its wings, Dugu Lan's body was sent flying out of the valley, landing nearly a thousand meters away.

As things stood, the Qilin Kingdom, the Luocha Kingdom, the Poluo Kingdom, and the Guiluo Kingdom all relied on Yang Dong for their support. If Yang Dong were to go missing, the future of these four kingdoms would become rather ominous, especially since the deep-seated hatred that the Wind and Snow Elder held for Yang Dong would never simply fade away.

Once Zuo Danxuan's diagnosis results came out, everyone forgot about being angry, their expressions turning somewhat complicated.

The guards stationed at the base gates had been replaced as of this morning by members of the Esper Alliance.

Zheng Yi, the Head of Logistics—a man who kept a low profile yet enjoyed a formidable reputation—still carried himself like an ordinary soldier. Fully armed, he led his men in daily training through wind and rain, without a single interruption. It was impossible not to respect him.

Clearly, Xiao Lianyou had also recalled that kiss, and her cheeks flushed crimson as she glared fiercely at him once more.

Had Sun Feng not married into Yangzhan Village, He Yu might have been able to live in peace within the village for a few more years.

The hospitality of the Li family remained as warm as ever, but Leng Ling and Wuming maintained their usual aloof detachment, acting utterly impervious to persuasion. This left Li Tianlong rather headache-ridden. If they had been excessively arrogant, it would have been one thing, but neither of them showed much arrogance, nor did they appear overly distant.

"This is a place of seclusion accessible only to past sect masters. It holds the insights into the Dao of the sword left behind by our predecessors. Contemplate it well," said the Sword Saint Dugu before turning to leave, giving Kong Ling no chance to respond at all.

"Erhu, if the young master fails to summon an immortal, shouldn't we run for our lives too?" Xu Shi tugged at Jiang Erhu's sleeve and asked.

Zhang Yang rose to his feet, taking the lead to leave the table. Song Qinghe and Xu Yao followed suit, and the heavily guarded conference room abruptly fell silent.

And Xu Yao was indeed no ordinary person, for her first reaction was neither mockery nor skepticism, but rather apprehension, bordering on sheer terror.

At that moment, Jiang Yifan suddenly shifted the topic. It seemed gentle and breezy, completely casual on the surface, but in reality, every word landed like thunder and struck terror into the heart.

It was said that Lord Guan was actually older than Imperial Uncle Liu, yet he still had to respectfully address him as elder brother.

Seeing her cry, Gu Zhiyin froze in the middle of lifting his bowl, his pale throat bobbing up and down as his voice finally softened.

Instead of rolling away, the gardener crept closer, pressing forward with his bleeding head. He reached out to touch her with filthy hands and brushed against her with his foul-smelling body.

Chen Xing pondered inwardly. These people calling themselves the Security Bureau had found the Crypt King's treasure the moment they entered this place; no matter how one looked at it, it was entirely unusual.

Hearing the shout, Xu Xinyue looked over to the side and saw that Lin Fan and Zizhiqiang's arm-wrestling match had reached a white-hot fever pitch.

Luo Feng shouted loudly. Lucy must have come here, though he did not know where she was at the moment. He desperately hoped that Lucy had not wandered far.

Li Yue's fingers were gone, but his palm remained completely intact, so it was still firmly secured to the metal plate.

Such words were undoubtedly a sheer fantasy. Had it not been for the unfathomable depth of the other party's strength, Jiang Chen would never have believed them.

Luo Feng naturally knew of their existence, but the Three Sovereigns were all benevolent and righteous beings who refused to interfere in mortal affairs. However, they still could not bear to witness the devastation of all living things, which was why Yang Jian had been granted the medicinal herbs when he sought them out.

Finding it rather peculiar, Cheng Haiying sent someone else up. By this time, the momentum of the Martial Arts Association had reached a peak, and both Xu Junjie and Xu Qing stared at Li Yang with incredulous expressions.

With the exception of the golden Buddha seated in the main position, all the Arhats gazing toward it involuntarily averted their gazes.

However, the ocean of thunder churned, the spatial black hole instantly closed, and the void became even more solid.

In a flash, almost everyone vanished, leaving Lu Yanming staring in utter astonishment and bewilderment.

Luo Feng's respect for Uncle Jiu deepened further. He had originally thought Uncle Jiu was merely a comical Taoist priest, only to realize that he possessed a truly grand sense of righteousness.

"Godmother, stop pouring wine, or Godfather will get too drunk later!" Lin Xi hurriedly said.

Hearing Yun Hong's words, that certain master finally let out a satisfied hum, then slowly turned his head back.

On the contrary, Feng Chenhe suffered a fractured right arm, his body flying out of the arena like a kite with a broken string.

"Sir, do you mean we should give them a taste of their own medicine?" The man in the white shirt's eyes lit up, a trace of excitement flashing across his face. He crossed his hands, looking both nervous and thrilled.

She entered the secret chamber, where an inner compartment lay hidden. Retrieving a brocade box from within, she stepped back out.

Goosebumps erupted across Tenmoku Kisara's skin, and she instinctively edged closer to Rentaro. Discussing such "paranormal phenomena" in this dim and gloomy place was truly enough to make one shudder from the bottom of their heart.

Mu Yuan's jade token showed that his points had risen from the original one hundred thousand to one million three hundred and fifty thousand.

"Taoist Priest Jiang went out for a bit, he should be back shortly," Bai Ling said without even looking at me.

Lü Zhuo wore a blank expression, his strikes unhesitating. Such was his personality; once a decision was made, he never dragged his feet.

"Brother Liu, does your master have any intention of parting with this copper coin sword? I can offer a higher price, guaranteed to satisfy your master," Xiao Yonggan said, pointing to the copper coin sword in my hand.

Zhen Ziqi had followed closely behind me all the way to the second-floor bedroom. Ever since that room had been given to Niu Er to sleep in, I hadn't stepped inside. When I pushed open the door, I felt as though I had just walked into a pigsty.