Volume 1, Chapter 65: The Nature of an Upstart

Chen Ping and the other two also seemed to be heading out, but they had completely lost the arrogance they had displayed last night.

Especially Jiang Luo, who had caught a cold draft yesterday and was running a slight fever today, her complexion looking abnormally pale.

Yet, upon catching sight of Jiang Chenyu, she glared at her viciously once more, as if trying to protest something with her gaze.

Unable to bear watching his warriors suffer any longer, the Fierce King leaped forward directly and launched an attack against those Cult of the Holy Flame members.

"When a wall is crumbling, everyone gives it a push. What sort of impeachments were filed against anyone connected to Lin Zhuo?" Ning An's lips twitched, and he suddenly felt his mouth dry and parched.

White Lady walked in front of the two of them and gently waved her right hand, enveloping them in a puff of pinkish gas. Their eyes instantly grew hazy, clearly having been charmed.

With such a major incident having occurred, Department Head Li felt it necessary to report the situation here to the higher-ups. After all, this matter still commanded the attention of many leaders.

Ding Rong said nothing, stepping directly through the gates of the detention center, closely followed by Liu Ying and Scarlet Dragon. The warden and deputy warden exchanged a glance and hurriedly scrambled to the front to lead the way for Ding Rong.

What followed was much simpler. Once the Saint Ancestor Guanghui was trapped, despite the multitude of otherworldly demonic soldiers, they posed no threat whatsoever to the coalition forces of the Earth's cultivation world.

The gatekeeper hurried inside to announce the arrival, and a moment later, the Second Palace Master staggered out, clearly nursing the aftermath of another heavy bout of drinking.

A centipede dies but never truly falls apart, yet Su Chen did not take it to heart, nor did he bother rolling out any targeted countermeasures against the Thousand Cranes Hall.

Remembering clearly that this proud talent Yang Jun should also be of the beast clan, Lin Feng retrieved a token from his waistband and said.

The very reason the East Asian Divine Dragon could be dubbed a world-class club was entirely tied to Luo Yan, who sat on this side of the computer.

Yet who could have anticipated that before this palm strike could land, a long spear suddenly lunged toward him. With a squelch, he failed to dodge in time, and his palm was pierced through with a gaping wound.

The guard dragged the rabbit by its ears, panting heavily as he cursed and swore at the creature in his hand.

Meanwhile, Qian Jinping, who had just returned from the market, frantically searched everywhere for Jin Yuanba and the short, thin cultivator, but to no avail. Having no other choice, he arrived at a secluded cavern atop Golden Summit.

What drove him even further into despair was that the protective barrier covering his body shattered directly into pieces.

"You vicious and merciless creature, for someone like you to become a cultivator means you are bound to be a villain. Since that is the case, I shall cripple you right here and now." Tang炎 shouted coldly, his striking palm exerting pressure through the air once more, its aura growing even more formidable.

Chatting amongst themselves, time slipped away unconsciously until midnight. Seeing that it was getting late, Li Qing went off to sleep.

The medicinal efficacy of this poison had worn off for this instance, but when it struck again next time, the pain would be doubled compared to the last. The time after that would double the agony once more. It is said that by the fifth time, without the antidote, even the strongest of men would suffer the explosion of every nerve in their bodies and die in excruciating agony.

Originally, this needle had been spinning incessantly, but at this moment, it came to a complete halt, pointing rigidly toward a corner.

In short, despite being childhood sweethearts, they had never once had the opportunity to spend time together at the same school.

Only then did Yan Chengzhi withdraw his gaze in satisfaction, slowly rising from his chair. He reached for his coat, slipped it on with measured leisure, picked up his car keys, and strode out of the office.

Hersha’s face turned livid, looking exceptionally grim. During their brief exchange just now, she had exerted her utmost strength. Although she remained uninjured, she had been placed at an absolute disadvantage, a reality she found somewhat difficult to accept.

The human and the serpent frolicked and played together here, their silvery laughter drifting through the Void Temple.