Chapter 89: Threats and Fears

In the darkness stood a monstrous figure, its eyes gleaming with a strange, otherworldly light. Lu Zhengqing, witnessing this scene, was so terrified his heart nearly stopped. Trembling, he staggered backward, falling onto the bed behind him, and exclaimed in horror, “Are you… human or ghost?”

A sinister, chilling laughter echoed in the room.

Then, with a swift movement of Bai Yu’s hand, a mighty sword aura thirty meters long formed in an instant, crashing down with overwhelming force.

Pei Xing, Zhan Yi, Bao Ning—all were dazed. In the blink of an eye, the disciple who had once sat with them discussing the Dao, sipping tea in leisure, now stood in this awe-inspiring place?

At that moment, Young Master Zhitong, who was introducing the row of display cases, raised his right hand and snapped his fingers crisply.

Qi Yun summoned his divine powers, activating his Fiery Eyes of Insight, immediately piercing through layers of the Dao’s force, seeing every object around him with absolute clarity.

Since there were no weapons to borrow, lingering here served no purpose. It was better to return sooner, discuss strategies with everyone, and see if there was any other way to salvage the situation.

Watching as Yu, who had somehow summoned the tyrant, annihilated all the Uchiha ninjas around him in a single instant, Shisui stood frozen, his crimson Sharingan eyes wide open, the three black tomoe spinning wildly within.

To own such a luxurious European-style manor in the southern part of the city was not something ordinary wealthy people could manage. The southern district was a key development area for the municipal government, where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold and housing prices were astronomical.

Put yourself in their shoes: had they endured such hellish experiences, could they have kept a fearless and resilient heart? Most likely, they would have collapsed long ago.

The old man was Hassan’s reinforcements, a member of the royal court’s priesthood, and Hassan’s uncle, who had watched Hassan grow up. With his nephew in trouble, how could he as an uncle ignore it?

“It’s good that everything’s fine, it’s good. I was worried Brother Feifan wouldn’t be able to make it,” Lü Cheng said with a smile.

But this land had existed for tens of thousands of years. He had merely infused a bit of spiritual power underground, and so many streams of light appeared. One could imagine the cultivation of those who had fallen here, and the sheer number who had perished.

To make it easier for survivors to distinguish, the Jade-Eyed Simple system was designed to be highly recognizable—one could identify it at a glance.

Zuo Bin understood that Feng Qingshi had just been playing a double act with him, but Lu Chengshuang had barely brought the news before this fellow was already impatient to arrange things.

Li You, hearing this, felt as if sudden wisdom had been poured into his mind. The problem that had troubled him for so long was suddenly resolved, and everything became clear.

Indeed, among many options, Xie Xing had chosen the way of the sword as his main path, with others as support.

Geng Xin, known as “Thousand-Mile Swift,” was famous in the dark world for his speed—never seen, only glimpsed as a shadow. After awakening a wind spirit root in the apocalypse, his abilities became even more formidable.

Shuihuo’s eyes widened as the two from the Flower Boat turned and smiled. He quickly signaled the Eight-Handed Boss to bring tea, then bowed and placed it respectfully on the table with both hands.

Three men spoke up in succession, but before Yan Shu could say a word, a thunderous shout erupted beside them.

She remembered the ten-day deadline the central authority had given! She thought it would be just ten days, nothing more.

“Next, we’ll see where Yan Zhengchang intends to use this fan. He went to such lengths to acquire it—surely it’s not simply out of fondness?” Wen Weixing paused as he spoke, a sharp glint flashing deep in his eyes.

Now, Qualcomm had just reaped enormous profits from the promotion of CDMA patents, but to ordinary people, it seemed insignificant. Especially the venture capital division of Qualcomm—its influence was virtually nil.

Ye Han’s heart skipped a beat. Instinctively, he turned to look at Qianfeng, and on his profile, behind the smile, he could glimpse a hint of sorrow and loss.