Chapter 81: The Duel
The atmosphere in the private room was so oppressive it felt icy, chilling everyone to the bone. Chen Jiahui had never witnessed such a confrontation before; his legs trembled, and he was seized by the urge to flee. He hadn’t expected His Highness, the Crown Prince, to pressure the Lu family of Henan so boldly. This was not merely offending the Lus; it was crossing the Five Great Clans and Seven Prestigious Houses, even challenging the entirety of the aristocratic families across the land.
Fortunately, his health was good enough to survive two or three grueling months in that deadly mine, enduring until Hu Hao liberated the underground laborers. Thus, he became a new resident of the Red Dragon Territory.
“I’ll clear the path with Yue Kong, so you all can save your strength,” Xiao Shaoyun called back to the group behind him. He and Yue Kong, each wielding a machete, began hacking a way forward. The vegetation on Yao Mountain was dense, making the ascent arduous.
“My mother was right. I’ve long since lost myself to obsession,” Xie Jianing said, turning her face away from Shen Rong.
Every family has its own troubles, but the woes these two elders face were ones they deliberately sought for themselves.
From time to time, she glanced at her soaked white gown, the outline and color of her underclothes now plainly visible, and embarrassment flushed her cheeks.
The night wind was sharp and cold; she shivered upon stepping outside. Yet, the thought of Zhou Huaixin waiting at the door sent a rush of heat through her heart.
“If you keep spouting nonsense, don’t think you can hide your crimes. Do you really believe that your silence will leave me powerless against you?” Xu Yifan demanded sternly.
[Is it just a feeling?] Human intuition can be terrifying at times, as if about to evolve into a sixth sense, mysterious and unfathomable.
His eyes brimmed with smug satisfaction. Wasn’t she just criticizing me moments ago? How quickly the tables have turned.
She shouldn’t have changed her opinion of Shi Yan; just days ago he seemed perfectly normal, and now tonight he’s acting deranged—right when Zhou Huaixin is here.
Li Mingxia’s eyes filled with venom at the words, but she quickly concealed it. Qiu Zhuoxi’s gaze flickered as he watched his son’s retreating figure, his expression complex, though he said nothing more.
Meanwhile, the Monkey King’s clothes and muscles burst apart, blood gushing in streams. Even he found the Roc Demon a formidable and daunting foe.
Strangely, the fish had grown so tough over the years that, despite Ye Xing roasting it for ages, the flesh barely changed, neither emitting fragrance nor softening, as if untouched by fire.
It was hardly surprising; people flaunted such things daily and were never envied, because it all seemed so reasonable.
“You don’t like it? Very well! From now on, you’ll use the Flowing Light Sword, and I’ll wield this great scythe,” Ye Liangchen declared.
“My dear, shouldn’t a promotion bring joy? Why have you been discussing things with Brother Wan for so long—are there troubles?” Meng Ying asked worriedly.
Kasa followed Li Yan’s lead, silently observing the situation. When he saw Li Yan charge forward, he rushed in without hesitation.
This time, Ye Xing willingly absorbed four streams of spatial power into his body, yet the violent energy instantly made his teeth bleed as he clenched his jaw.
“I’ll stay behind to cover your retreat. Take Mufeng and the others and run!” Lie Huor understood that the Sword Tiger was beyond their ability to defeat; if they kept fighting, everyone would be doomed. Determined to fulfill his duty as captain, he resolved to stay behind, carving a path of survival for his comrades.
Li Yan’s clothes were in tatters, whipping in the fierce wind. His gaze was cold and indifferent as he looked down, hand extended as if he had personally slain countless ordinary emperors of the Undead Clan.