Chapter 44: The Face of Death

Wu Biao had no idea how to refute him.

By then, Chen Ruoxi no longer wished to waste her breath on Wu Biao. “Someone, throw him out.”

Chen Ping frowned and pointed at the woman standing not far from Wu Biao. “Her too. Throw her out with him. She’s an eyesore.” The disgust on his face was unmistakable.

……

The moment he thought of Song Qingming, he could not help recalling the sensation of their fingers clasped together when they had left the hospital that afternoon.

The instant Zhao Tiezhu said this, Li Qin understood exactly what he meant. Her face turned deathly pale, evidently struck so hard by his words that she could hardly believe they had come from Zhao Tiezhu himself.

Ye Chen arrived just in time to catch Chu Xuan as she fell. The origin of his Sacred Physique surged forth, reinforced by the laws of the Dao, and poured into Chu Xuan’s body. With the force of thunder, he ruthlessly erased the killing intent of the Emperor’s Dao.

The two of them followed the people of the Cloud Soul clan to their true territory on Cloud Mountain—Cloud Soul City.

“Buddy, you’d better go back. Don’t waste your time.” A young man in a suit, his hair slicked back, spoke to Zhao Tiezhu.

This place should have been deep within the mountain. Besides, how could the stones of the Immortal Realm possibly compare with those of the cultivation world?

Only then did Su JinxI begin to think seriously about it. The Old Ghost of a Hundred Herbs had, in fact, another name: Wu Zun.

I was gnashing my teeth with hatred, yet there was nothing I could do. In the end, I was dragged away by the Vietnamese, leaving with extreme reluctance.

“Ugh…” The innkeeper was pinned against the wall by Baili Xuance, who had him by the collar, leaving him unable to move.

A reunion in an old place should have been like meeting an old friend—filled with joy and smiles. Yet at that moment, Chen Yitian hated the other party so much that even his teeth ached. His face was frighteningly gloomy, and he wished he could bury the entire place alive.

Several cries of agony rang out, but Lin Ye had no intention of paying them any mind. He bent down to pick up the ring box and leave.

At this, a resolute look appeared on several of their faces. But from the corner of his eye, Qi Ling suddenly caught a fleeting, almost imperceptible peculiarity in Guo Kai’s gaze. Though it vanished in an instant, Qi Ling noticed it sharply. He therefore studied Guo Kai for a moment longer.

She might die. She might even be violated. These were things she did not dare imagine.

“But the price was simply too high.” Lu Shan smiled bitterly inwardly. To create the holographic projection device, he had used nearly half of the vibranium he had brought from the Marvel universe.

When he regained consciousness, he discovered that he seemed to be floating in an independent space. Opposite him was a gigantic screen—the Super Blueprint System.

Like the sound of a cork being pulled free, the old man vanished from beside Yun Zhongshan. Almost in the same instant, he appeared before Wu Zhuo and Qingyang Zhiqi. Waves of astonishment rose from the disciples of the Immortal Traces of the Eastern Sea.

Seeing this, Huang Yuxin was utterly impressed by Qi Ling. He had never imagined that Qi Ling had even taken the enemy’s true eye into account.

“Do you still intend to tell Mr. Chu about this?” the armored man asked after drawing a deep breath.

After receiving an affirmative reply, everyone immediately dispersed, excitement written across their faces. Suddenly, a Spirit Severing cultivator stood at their side—and one who was extremely familiar with Fang Yan at that. For these cultivators below the Golden Core Realm, their confidence in cultivation instantly increased a hundredfold.

A soldier’s foremost duty was obedience. Since Luo Shixiao had told him to come, he would certainly have come. Since he had not appeared, calling him again would only arouse his suspicion. Elder Qiao was decisive as well. He and Elder Xu immediately leapt into the military vehicles and drove in a mighty procession toward the Divine Sect.

A sword cultivator without the power of a divine sword was like a tiger without claws or fangs. Though it might possess immense strength, it had lost its lethal threat.