Volume 1, Chapter 62: Rotten Meat Hell 19: Out of Control

The other party was not joking, and this was no trick played by Yin Jie. Yin Jie had been captured; the voice coming through the receiver was unmistakable and impossible to fake.

Once Xu Kang figured this out, he wanted to tell Liu Yilun to stop gambling, because this wasn't gambling at all, it was pure charity work—handing over money for free. But seeing Liu Yilun's fully absorbed and intensely enthusiastic expression, Xu Kang sighed. Even if he told Liu Yilun that the game was rigged, Liu Yilun wouldn't necessarily believe him. The guy was simply a gambling addict.

She was in a bad mood today and wanted to vent her frustrations, but she never expected that two men would approach her and claim someone wanted to invite her for a drink.

"Oh? How is it that you've finally deigned to return?" Zhang Zhijie asked with some surprise upon seeing Xu Guangping. During these days, he had been entirely occupied with overseeing the training of the new army and had no time to attend to Xu Guangping, knowing only that Xu Guangping had gone to Baoman City and had not returned since.

Since he could neither see immortals nor demon warriors in this place, nor were there any rare earthly treasures to be found, continuing to waste time here was completely devoid of any value.

"Biyun, come in. It has been quite some time since we parted ways on Earth," Patriarch Ditian's voice rang out with a chuckle.

Had it not been for the influence of the Nightmare Fruit, the one on the verge of defeat in the duel just now would likely have been none other than the Sect Master of the Helan Sect himself.

Upon hearing the resolve of the Solar Island nation's supreme leader, the commander of Launch Pad No. 9 patted his chest firmly and departed immediately.

Logically speaking, Li Dongsheng had killed far more people than Zhou Xing. He had wiped out the Khitan tribes one after another, and the number of Khitans who died by his hand was no less than one hundred thousand. Yet, while he possessed a powerful killing intent, he lacked this faint, lingering scent of blood.

He had taken two heavy kicks from Park Fei, struck in both the face and the ribs. He sustained some external injuries, but he was truly fine.

A flash of doubt crossed Tang Xin's eyes. She always felt as though something was amiss, as if she had forgotten something important.

Shi Yuan's terrified cry snapped Guo Yong out of his deep contemplation. Guo Yong looked up and saw that Xiao Mingqian had arrived.

When Red-Eyes told me that he was an exact replica of myself, I speculated that he might be the fourth fragment of my soul. But the doubt arising from this was: if he is truly me, why resort to torturing two shell-backed men just to acquire the method of entering the Dark Tower?

"Good, thank you all for your hard work! If not for you, things would have been perilous this time. Let's go, return to the Prince's Mansion!" Startled like this, Zhu Yujian naturally no longer dared to go to the Imperial Palace.

"The four of you look so alike that if I didn't look closely, I really wouldn't be able to tell who is who." The moment Xiongti finished speaking, he took a wide stride and charged at them again to kill.

At the same time, several other powerhouses already regarded Tian Tianyue with heavenly awe. It was just that previously the Qingyue Sect had two formidable half-god realm figures, but now that the Qingyue Sect was a shadow of its former self, they naturally wished to take Tian Tianyue for themselves.

First, he did not want to leave behind hidden dangers due to Shao Xu's soft-heartedness; second, he wanted to prevent Shen Xia's sudden urge for interrogation from overriding everything else; and third, he hoped that Shen Fei, Ye Yi, and Mo Chen would keep a close eye on Yin Fei and the others to ensure Yun Lan's orders were executed to perfection.

He had grown confident, growing... much more proactive. He was no longer that mercenary captain who often furrowed his brow while listening to my lectures, nor was he the defeated man who told me he would make Jenny happy; he was now a sovereign leading an army.

By the bedside, Yun Lan wore a purple brocade robe, exuding an extraordinary nobility mingled with a touch of regal elegance. The gentle smile at the corner of his lips seemed never to have changed. Only those pitch-black, distorted feline pupils held a hint of suppressed yearning.

Xiongti clenched his fists tightly and took a deep, heavy breath. Matters were growing increasingly complicated—far more complex now than he had originally imagined.

"The four clan chiefs!" Linda struggled in a vain attempt to turn his head to look at these figures, but he was completely unable to move, and a terrifying thought instantly surged into his heart.

Seeing two divine weapons hurtling toward him, a ferocious expression flashed across Schroder's face. With a shift of his body, he mysteriously vanished from the spot, dodging the assault of the weapons. The next instant, the glowing red Schroder reappeared directly behind the cultivators of the four clans, his massive white claws descending with a fierce, whistling gale.

While most people treated Ma Shu's proposal with disdain, Lu Qinghui was the one rare person who spoke a fair and impartial word.

Still mounted on the Cloud-Clawed Crimson-Eyed Beast, Rutalania cast a haughty glance over the guards and nodded slightly, considering it her approval.

Riding on horseback, Bai Muqiu felt exceptionally uneasy. When plotting his schemes, he had anticipated that many people would be implicated and die, but when those conceptual numbers transformed into bloody, tangible reality, the stark contrast made his chest feel as though it were blocked by a heavy stone, suffocating and distressing.

Ye Xing looked at the Immortal Emperor Tianqi before him and waved his hand. The Zixuan-Pobas Gun materialized in his grasp.

Granny Qilan had brought a total of seven disciples on this trial. The master and disciples, all eight of them, had no power to resist as they were swept into a black hole by a gust of wind, and some of the disciples had already begun screaming in panic.

Hearing a low shout, Qi Tian felt a powerful surge of sword wind rushing toward him from behind. Without even time to turn his head, he gripped his golden-scaled staff with his right hand and leaped violently into the air.

Patriarch Crimson Lotus was the first to restore one broken half of the Pillar Supporting the Sky, while Jin Zhaohu rushed toward the other half. The rest stood by to protect them. To call it protecting the Dharma was purely a matter of slaughtering the low-tier demon cultivators who had already begun fleeing in a frenzy.

"This is... sword qi taking form, sword intent piercing the heavens!" Seeing this, the Yin-Yang Great Emperor's expression also changed drastically. It seemed Ling Tian not only commanded a divine artifact, but had also fully comprehended the profound mysteries of the artifact; otherwise, he could never have unleashed such a terrifying strike.

"To know one's errors and be able to correct them is the greatest virtue of all. It's fine now," Ye Xiu said with a smile as he patted Hai Zi's brawny arm.

However, given Ye Xiu's temperament and character, if he knew and happened to encounter the Lin Family Fortress about to be attacked by the demon race, remaining indifferent was simply out of the question. Ye Xiu was bound to intervene; he could never allow the Lin Family Fortress—a tier-four sect on friendly terms with the Liuyun Sect—to be crushed by the forces of the demon race.

As for Young Master Tianyu, after spending ten days, he was finally able to get out of bed and cultivate. A trace of color returned to his face, and he immediately resumed his frantic cultivation, desperate to rapidly boost his strength so he could avenge the Feather Clan.

Finally, the Blade Demon could no longer restrain himself and struck first. His body transformed into a bolt of black lightning, and with a wild roar, he lunged murderously toward Ling Tian.