Chapter 17: Here, Let Me Show You Something Good

Wang Fugui clutched his groin with one hand, his eyes filled with venom as he glared at Su Tian and the others.

“What are you staring at? Hurry up and call for reinforcements! I swear I will have my revenge today, and when the time comes, all of you will kneel and apologize to me!”

With that, several of his henchmen began making calls, summoning people.

Su Tian’s thoughts, however, were simple, shaped by his time in the Black Prison...

“Old Professor, teach me the ‘Alchemical Transmutation Technique’ first. As for the ancient painting, we can discuss it later.” Kintani knew that this old professor, like Yang Ling, was deeply fascinated by strange and curious things. If the ancient painting came out now, he might even forget his own name, let alone remember to teach him the transmutation technique.

Looking up, he saw a ninja collapsed on the ground, blood pooling beneath him. The burly man gripped him by the chest. When he looked back at the burly man, the figure no longer looked human.

Qin Tong arrived at the government office, having been informed that the court was sending a new county magistrate. Originally, Qin Tong was to take over after the previous magistrate left, but for some reason, the emperor had personally appointed someone else to the post. Though upset, Qin Tong still maintained a welcoming demeanor.

Though the Phoenix Ancestor had slain one opponent, it now faced the combined assault of more than fifty enemies. Its fiery red form had dimmed considerably. Perhaps after a few more attacks, it would be reduced to ashes.

As the group, exhausted, moved aside to rest, the golden-haired beast let out a painful howl, suddenly leaping from a warship. Its massive feet pounded the deck, breaking a section of the wooden planks.

A single stroke just now had shattered much of the protective layer around the middle-aged man beside him, which had barely recovered. This next strike completely destroyed the remaining defenses and landed squarely on the man’s body.

At night, it was impossible to distinguish the types of trees lining the mountain path. Regardless, the moonlight filtered through the lush foliage, turning the vibrant green leaves into translucent jade-like jewels, remarkably beautiful.

The man before him—could he be his nemesis? Or perhaps the worm inside his belly? How else could he read his thoughts so thoroughly?

The entire tomb was deathly silent. The thought of death sent a shiver through the beggar.

Upon seeing Yi Han, the first thought was: another dark horse. Which sect could Yi Han be from? He had never heard of him before.

Inside the Black Earth Tribe’s last thatched hut sat a withered vengeful spirit, his dried eyes suddenly opening.

Yet, the shock deep within Flame Demon Di’s heart had barely begun to subside when a faint crackling sound echoed by his ear, causing his expression to change drastically, his terror intensifying.

It was the first time Chu Tianlu had seen someone capable of moving spiritual veins; curiosity stirred within her. But now that her second sister had spoken, she buried her curiosity deep inside.

When the village chief of Baishi Village saw Xiao Feng and Bai Zizai, he immediately knew they were unfathomably powerful. At the very least, their cultivation levels far surpassed his own.

Fortunately, everyone had anticipated this and booked a hotel in advance; otherwise, lodging for the group would have been a problem.

Yet the slaughter was only beginning! The Killing God Hall had dispatched hundreds of elite assassins this time to kill Xiao Feng—each one an imperial-level powerhouse.

When Lin Canghai finished speaking, Zhu Junlan nudged him, motioning him to move closer. Lin Canghai stepped aside a little, and Zhu Junlan lay down beside him.

Half an hour later, as one hundred energy stones were embedded into the slots of the teleportation array, it activated. A familiar sensation washed over them as Bei Chen and the other twenty were banished into the void.