Volume 1, Chapter 40: Murderous Intent

After a long silence, Hao Yunsheng recovered from his shock and overwhelming fear, asking with a trembling voice. He had seen young demon soldiers who were all smiles in the morning, only to vanish by evening after a single expedition.

Everyone was bewildered; clearly, the other side had struck first, yet they were now claiming that it was they who had intended to initiate the conflict.

"Frost Chill Palm!" Chu Haochen struck with all his might. The power of frost enveloped a hundred meters, pressing down. The cold energy within Mu Qing’s body was agitated, causing his wounded frame to suffer again, and frost spread across the earth with him at its center. Before he could recover from the terror, a footprint appeared before his eyes, followed by total darkness. A tremendous force nearly shattered his skull.

It was true that Wang Chen had not granted them any official titles, but he had entrusted them with the management of the Chamber of Commerce. Wang Chen was even stricter with them to prevent any behavior of bullying others by leveraging his power. They were content to live a simple, stable, and happy life; while they were skilled at making money, they were truly inept at other forms of struggle.

Thinking of how Chen Jing had rushed to the front to protect him earlier, and remembering that timely life-saving call, he realized he might otherwise have been dragged off to who knows what world.

Outside the real estate agency, several signs advertising property listings were displayed. Two sales agents in white shirts and black trousers walked out upon hearing the commotion outside.

Meng Yunfei was deeply puzzled now. Why hadn't Murong Fengyun clearly explained Ning Fan’s true strength when he arrived?

The dog demon, upon hearing this, opened his eyes wide in fury, then swung his great halberd, decapitating the donkey-headed demon in one blow. The donkey-headed demon only felt a chill at his neck before he saw himself spinning through the air; before hitting the ground, he caught a glimpse of his own headless body spraying blood. Then, he lost consciousness.

Arriving before the Liu residence, Luo Tian took a rough look. As the magistrate of Shouyang City, Liu Shifeng’s manor appeared quite luxurious, likely having been newly built in recent years.

Her unhurried, vixen-like demeanor made Hao Lulu angry, yet she managed to calm down slightly. Regardless of anything else, this was a scandalous affair, and only a few people knew about it. If she were to shout it out so recklessly, the entire company would know.

Generally speaking, the mark of a Spirit of Speech is a pentagram, where the five elements of earth, water, wind, fire, and spirit restrain one another. As the King of Bronze and Fire, Norton found water to be his greatest obstacle, which was why he had not immediately sensed the situation here.

He considered himself well-traveled, but in his memory, this was not a product that originated from the Star-Stealing world itself.

Li Xiuze spoke while opening the wooden box, inside of which lay, as expected, a delicately crafted cushion.

According to what the Ancient Emperor had previously said, after one full day, the deceased profound warriors would be resurrected.

Actually, the Taoist Youqin would have been more suitable than Feng Ling, but Youqin was an outsider after all. Although she had some fate with An Ning, on the path of cultivation, some things were difficult to request, and some favors were hard to owe.

Most of the outer disciples of the Ziyun Taoist Temple were originally wandering cultivators, and they were quite envious of Liu Dou, who had gone out to experience life.

She remembered that in her previous life, Xiao Jinfeng had encountered a crisis upon returning from the autumn hunt. This time, having dealt with Qin Yuanzhi in advance, she figured there shouldn't be any major issues on his way back.

Qin Yanrou truly felt heartache for Old Master Zhang. He had managed the Zhang family for most of his life, only to be treated this way by the head of the Zhang family in his old age.

An Ning dodged again, but felt the urge to curse loudly. His only remaining trump card—the one he was willing to risk his cultivation base to use for just a single strike—had been thwarted by repeated setbacks. "Damn it, you’re a master of the Heaven-Peering Realm; can’t you at least show some respect?"

Xu Gui staggered. Having failed to seize the body and being severely wounded by the Eternal Lamp, his physical form was naturally weakening day by day. He could not compete with Yan Xu, but the thing that baffled Xu Gui most was something else entirely.

Guan Hu waved his hand, and a dozen burly, powerful soldiers under his command hoisted a thick beam they had found on the spot and began to ram the gate.

After landing, Lu Zhishen was able to maneuver more freely, swinging his Zen staff with increasing ferocity. After three exchanges, he broke the front leg of Li Ying’s warhorse. Stumbling, the horse lunged forward, and Li Ying was thrown from the saddle. Just as Lu Zhishen was about to press his advantage, he saw Li Ying reach toward his ribs. Remembering Li Jin’s warning, he braced himself in caution.

This was a mockery of Zhou Yu for having high ambitions but little ability, for being a pretentious fool who went to browse the luxury car district despite having no money. Every car there cost around a million, and he couldn't even put up a hundred thousand—he even had to take out a loan. "Instead of shopping properly in the budget car district, you come straight to the luxury district. What are you trying to do?"

"I don't deserve the title of 'Tiger Gallant'; it's just the kindness of friends on the road," the handsome young man replied, his tone as composed and humble as ever.

Seeing his unusual reaction, Lin Chong, who was walking beside Li Jin, asked, "Brother, do you know this Dong Ping?"

Ram was desperate to say something, but in her anxiety, she couldn't get a complete sentence out.

"Enough! They are primitive people, just be a bit more tolerant!" Liu Nianfeng laughed, shaking his head as he looked at the somewhat ridiculous indigenous humans beneath the *Radiant*.

His legs and body were covered in a thick, fur-lined cloak, and the stove beside him emitted a crackling sound along with heat. Listening to the footsteps approaching his ear, he knew without looking that it was his butler coming to add a few pieces of charcoal and replace the tea with a fresh, warm brew.

Shattered shields, broken spears, and Liaodong soldiers who had been hacked down or trampled by warhorses could not stop the advance of the armored, chained cavalry.