Chapter Seventy-Nine: Li Broken-Finger Concedes

A flicker of fear and exhaustion flashed in Li Broken-Finger’s eyes. His body suddenly relaxed, slumping into the wheelchair. After a long pause, he said, “I concede. Young man, you are ruthless indeed. To cross paths with you is my misfortune.” Ma Wu stared at Li Broken-Finger, clearly surprised that he would give up so abruptly. Ma Wu had expected to fight his way through the guards before he could get Lin Li out.

Ma Wu remained silent...

Su Qi truly didn’t know how to evaluate this piece of equipment. The mysterious gift box had always been a gamble of luck, and now it had rewarded him with another item that depended on fortune.

Lu Yun’s unwillingness to remain idle was only natural. Among those who pursue the Dao, who doesn’t yearn to ascend further? All long for higher realms, immortality, dominion over the world—every cultivator harbors such dreams, though few ever achieve them.

Though the information gained was scant, it was better than nothing. He hadn’t suffered in vain; at least there was some gain. His understanding of Yan Yuluo had deepened. No secondhand rumor or hearsay could compare to firsthand, concrete knowledge.

“As for this mysterious remnant map, it is in fact a token of the truly powerful Human Sect, the Sigil Sect. As to why it has appeared on the Eastern Continent, it is likely that, many years ago, someone brought it from the Xuantian Continent,” Old Mo said, his finger pointing lightly. A beam of primal energy shot toward the tattered parchment, on the verge of piercing through.

While Zhou Yu and his group were racking their brains to solve this problem, the other seven generals of the demonic beast army simultaneously sought out their “commander”—who was now Fu Chen.

Suddenly, the massive tiger’s paw paused, and Mo Liu felt a strange sensation rise within him. With a thunderous blow, Mo Liu’s whole body shuddered, and a vortex-like effect appeared above his head, accompanied by several golden stars twinkling erratically.

Everything now was a matter of instinct; he didn’t even know who stood before him. Only Shui Menghan’s presence could alleviate his pain.

The handsome young man’s face contorted, his lower body muscles twisting and transforming into the enormous, demonic visage of an Asura. Grinning wickedly, he strode outside, gulping down mouthfuls of blood, most of which poured from his heart wound.

“Indeed.” Yan Yuluo, sensing the odd atmosphere, returned to herself and spoke with her uniquely ethereal voice.

There was also a top-grade treasure sword, one hundred grade-eight spirit stones, and a bottle containing ten grade-eight Spirit Gathering Pills.

Heimu City laughed and cursed, recognizing the cleverness in the other’s words—they had deliberately not specified whether the number referred to the total headcount or just today’s.

“I must look a mess. My beautiful, adorable second sister, would you mind helping me change clothes?” Zihan teased, winking at Zilin as she spoke.

This masked figure in white, so casual and relaxed, had effortlessly uttered the words “Thousand Thorns Finger.” Clearly, there was a connection to that eccentric ancestor.

“Take this with you! If you miss us, just look at the painting!” Zihan tore the painting down, folded it, and handed it to Huang Yi.

“What’s wrong? You have no interest in my daughter Dina?” Old Yamu Kun’s voice turned cold, his expression growing stern.

“Yes, Chief.” Encouraged by Duan Ke, Huang Kui was noticeably more confident. He glanced down at the ring Duan Ke had given him, nodded vigorously, and turned to leave.

Baili Zhi scrambled to find her clothes and hurriedly dressed. With a swish, she drew her sword, ready to slay the man who had lain atop her moments before.

Tang Fenfen originally hadn’t wanted to answer his call, but remembering that this was a critical moment, she couldn’t allow him to ruin her plans.

Ye Chen was restless, frustrated, and angry. He still needed to capture the Dream Demon—how could he do that as a white horse? With his hooves?

The remains that were found had either been devoured by the Dragon-Eyed Beast or by the Kirin—in any case, nothing was left behind.