Chapter 85: Dominating the Entire Arena!

The authorities handled matters with caution; Secretary Ming of the Yin Tan Office arranged to meet Xi Yun at the local Yuexin Cultural Center at two in the afternoon.

Next to the Yuexin Cultural Center was an authentically Chinese restaurant, its tables and chairs exuding an antique charm.

At noon, Lu Qingfei invited Zhong Qin and Xie Yunjie to dine at the restaurant. She inquired when her two senior brothers would arrive so she could order in advance, allowing them to eat upon arrival.

The restaurant was not partitioned into private rooms but separated by two folding screens, with a corner adorned by bougainvillea.

After publishing two reviews on albums by singers from Celestial Summit, the music critic Qixian had become a bona fide “Celestial Summit fan”—this had become something of a consensus on the internet.

Now, what was to be made of the situation? She could exist only as a shattered skull, and even her regenerative abilities had somehow been sealed by this man.

Originally, Jiang Shang and Ji Fa were filled with elation at the sight of tens of thousands of their own cultivators. Yet, in an instant they ascended to the heavens, catching the two unprepared. At that moment, the gates of Three Mountains Pass swung open. Amidst fluttering banners, Huang Feihu astride his five-colored divine ox led his troops out to battle.

Zheng Yunzhi’s gaze swept over the two scholars and finally settled on the tall, imposing Ying Yi.

The old Taoist of the Dark Yin sect, seeing Ying Yi’s palm descending like a lid, seemed resigned to his fate. Yet, he lifted his head with a bitter laugh, and suddenly a beam of ethereal light shot from his nostrils. Ying Yi, caught off guard, was struck in the brow by the light. Nevertheless, his hand came crashing down with a resounding slap, turning the old Taoist beneath him to pulp, while Ying Yi himself stood frozen in place.

In this intermediate celestial realm, there were only two races: humans and demons. Among humans, cultivation was dominated by the three great religions: Confucianism, Buddhism, and Daoism, with Daoism reigning supreme.

“This man, this man is truly shameless. Now we realize—we are truly ashamed to be in his company,” Lang Rong exclaimed angrily.

Jing Zi, who had buried her head in her arms, could not help but peek up, sneaking a glance. Seeing it was Lan Sui approaching, she quickly buried her face once more.

“They’ve already created genetically engineered beings to deal with you? Brother Long, isn’t that dangerous for you this time? Last time, that gene warrior Tiger Tu was the one who injured you. You’ve never been wounded by anyone before,” Teng Yuanzi exclaimed in alarm, fully grasping the gravity of the situation.

But now, Duoduo had fallen gravely ill—so ill he might not recover. This was tremendous news; Heaven had finally opened its eyes and was about to take this demon. If only Duoduo died, Dorgon would lose a powerful ally. The court would be thrown into incalculable turmoil, and Haoge’s prospects of a comeback would no longer seem so remote; one could even glimpse the dawn of a decisive reversal.

Perhaps, in time, they would build a new homeland for themselves, and through hard work, attain a life far better than this. Yet for now, this life felt the sweetest.

Why call it a thrower and not a catapult? Because the goblin thrower hurled a goblin tied to a makeshift kite, with a barrel of fire oil strapped to his back.

Shen Linfeng bowed his head, once again surveying the silent courtyard. For some reason, he felt the place was fraught with murderous intent.

The mysterious demon supreme appeared behind Tian Ming in an instant and, before Tian Ming could turn, struck him with a palm.

If this branch of the Flying Tree could not be cultivated into a new Flying Tree, then Su Ye would have to use it to seek out the legendary Flying Tree itself.

No sooner had Emperor Sai finished speaking than the mutated royal demons responded in perfect unison.

Afterward, Master Legend taught Tian Ming two sets of fist techniques: one called “Great Force God-Slaying Fist,” and the other “Shattering the Void Fist.” The latter was a potent style capable of breaking into the new lands of the Nine Provinces.

Within the city of Luoyun, King Rogge’s policies had left the players at the mercy of monsters and demon gods, suffering abuse at every turn.