Chapter 20: Instant Kill

The man wore a black hoodie and sweatpants, but most notably, there was a tattoo on his forehead marking him as a member of the Soul Hall. Once again, someone from the Soul Hall. It turned out that families connected to the Soul Hall were not just the Wang family, but also the Qin family. The Soul Hall had long been the enemy of Master Su, responsible for the tragic loss of his wife and child. So it seemed...

“It’s not that it’s impossible; it’s just that there are too many enterprises facing difficulties that need to be resolved. A few years ago, currency was loose, but now it’s tightened suddenly. How many companies can truly thrive under these conditions?” Yuan Hao interjected.

“Heh, dear benefactor, falsehoods are not a good thing!” Monk Qingyuan glanced at Liao Wei and smiled.

“No worries. Actually, I should be the one apologizing for being abrupt. Sorry about that,” Xuan Ming shook his head earnestly.

After all, the northern rebel forces were notoriously weak in combat. In previous clashes with government troops, they were almost no match, often hundreds of government soldiers could rout thousands of rebels with ease.

“No, I really don’t have time!” Yang Mo hurriedly shook his head. Once he completed condensing his qi vortex and Uncle Su woke up, it would be time for him to leave. The Tongxuan Sect was just a new beginning for him.

Logically, the rebel army, living in the wild, suffering mosquito bites, poor logistics, bad food, little rest, and repeated defeats, should have been demoralized. So why were they, at this moment, acting contrary to expectations—more spirited than the official troops?

After some polite exchanges, Dr. Wang Lang followed Dr. Ma Xunyan and Dr. Mo Hongdi to a sealed chamber.

All these figures, like those before them, were enveloped in a black mist.

Bai Ling seemed to sense Chu Haoran’s ill intent. Instead of rejecting it, she met his gaze with a coquettish smile, her large eyes sending electric sparks his way, leaving Chu Haoran weak in the knees.

The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became. So he gave up on the nighttime city watch duty and arrived early at the livestream studio, determined to see Zhang Fu eliminated. If Zhang Fu were out, he would be truly happy. It wasn’t malicious joy—he just sought some psychological relief.

Amid the audience’s cheers, it was clear that Li Zhenxian was quite popular in China. At his handsome closing, both viewers and performers applauded generously.

Whether Lü Feng actually went off to cultivate or not, at least the command flag was now in An Bochen’s hands, granting him the authority of the flag commander.

“Good,” Sima Jin smiled serenely, leaning into An Bochen’s embrace as they walked down the mountain.

Though the reputation points gained were substantial, they remained within expected limits. The reward for crossing the national border, however, was a surprise.

“Still stubborn!” Zhao Yun snorted coldly. His spear transformed into a streak of light, hurtling toward Han De’s chest.

Young Master Zhou sighed, “We must never scatter; we have to stay together. If, at this point, we were to be separated, it would truly be...” he sighed deeply.

Honestly, the Flame Burst skill wasn’t very impressive and was only level 29. It had low damage, limited targets, and a long casting time. But, naturally, every weakness came with an advantage: despite the low damage, it had no class restrictions—any mage could use it.

As the two left the park, a pair of eyes watched them from a luxury black car parked nearby. Those sharp eyes belonged to Li Zhengming, who had just encountered Ling Xing and Yunhao in the park.

His words startled Hupi, who took a few steps back, eyes wide with disbelief.