Chapter 32: Sophistry

Holding back the buzzing in her ears, Su Ninglong activated the Heaven-and-Earth Divine Shrine. The trapezoidal cubic components rotated open like petals, linked to one another by strands of silver-blue light.

The black mist coiling around the Heaven-and-Earth Divine Shrine “curiously” wrapped itself around the silver-blue strands.

Those strands automatically absorbed the black mist. As more of it was drawn in, the number of “underworld arms” gradually diminished.

There were no mechanical cries during the process, only an unbroken chorus of agonized wails.

With a clang, the Heaven-and-Earth...

Hearing what Qingluan said, Jiang Zhuofang grew anxious as well. He hurriedly snatched up the remote and turned on every large screen, but whether in the rooms, the corridors, or the elevators, there was not a single unfamiliar figure to be seen. Though hidden cameras had been installed in the ceiling, they had captured nothing.

With Ye Xian’s powers of observation, how could he possibly have failed to notice a car following behind him? It was simply absurd.

Xue Dongyi was no weakling, either, so Bai Shu nodded, indicating that he believed what Xue Dongyi had said.

“There’s no problem with the numbers. Camilla’s knights are currently being replenished in Venabellion; she can handle the recruitment and training herself. But as for the finances...” Mikael said.

After casually tying dozens of fine horses in a grove at the foot of the mountain, the group followed Yang Yan up Mount Li.

When speaking to a man, speak as a man; when speaking to a ghost, speak as a ghost. To orcs who revered violence, belittling magic and spellcasters was generally a good way to draw closer to them—so long as one took care not to say it in front of the orc shamans.

High above, countless cloud-explosion bombs rained toward the ground. Amid the dust, the sights of countless snipers fixed with deadly precision on its head. Yet they could not fire, for the temperature here was far too high. The moment their bullets were shot toward that place, they would be sublimated.

Thus, Old Five Wang’s heart rose and fell with every change in Ye Xian’s expression. He was extremely worried himself, his heart long since twisted into a knot. At last, unable to contain his curiosity any longer, Old Five Wang stepped forward and asked Ye Xian what exactly had happened to Yun Feier.

“Don’t worry about those formalities. Just tell me what you think!” Lin Feng was quite satisfied with the chancellor. On the whole, he was an imaginative and capable man. Though clearly quite young, he looked as though he were already sixty.

She was telling everyone that Yang Yan was her trusted aide, Zhou Hanyun’s, and that no one was to look down on him simply because he was a driver.

Zhao Dang watched the Nine Gods Palace, which shook without pause, and said calmly, “Although his voice was soft, what kind of people surrounded the Nine Gods Palace? They were cultivators at the Heavenly King level, demons at the very least of top commander rank, and monsters who had reached the Body Condensation realm.”

As he spoke, Tian Fusheng casually drew two cigarettes from the pack and handed one to Qiu Dagui. He lit the other and took a deep drag.

Su Hao’s words caused the five people, including Tang Xiangjin, to relax considerably. What they feared most was Su Hao abusing his power. As a thousand-household commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, Su Hao possessed enough authority to knead them into any shape he pleased. Even if he truly wanted to seize everything by force, they would have little power to resist.

All at once, a dazzling sword-light flashed across the combat arena.

The more than thirty elite demons were instantly placed on high alert. Their spines turned cold, and boundless terror rose within their hearts. It was as though, beneath that single sword, they were all destined to die.

Lu Mingfei flew into a rage. “You mangy cur! So you really did know me from the beginning! Tell me—when are you going to pay me back?” With that, he lunged at Fingel, baring his claws like a madman, looking as though he would never stop until he strangled him to death.

“It has nothing to do with you.” Su Haozhe shook his head. He had no intention of meddling further or investigating the identities of Hong Ya and that man.

Throughout the past thousand years, Long Xiaotian had utterly failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a husband and father. Though it could not exactly be said that he was to blame for Feng Ziyan’s imprisonment or Ren Gukuang’s abandonment, Long Xiaotian’s heart was nevertheless filled with boundless remorse and guilt. Now that he had finally found the son he had been separated from for so many years, he had no regrets left.