Day 27

Ye Feng hurried to push open the gates of the third floor, eager to see what Wu Ziqi had promised would shock them both.

The second lightning tribulation struck down nearly forty thousand sea demons, all of whom, along with the demons themselves, were devoured by Zhao Hua.

Watching the retreating figure of Guo Cui, a smile tugged at the corners of Gao Shun’s mouth; he found that he was truly beginning to enjoy the sight of her when she was angry.

"Hee hee... Daddy!" To Mo Yu Jingchen, this crisp and clear voice was more soul-stirring than any magnificent musical note in the world. The joy was beyond words, sweeter than tasting honey.

Shao Han was sent flying by a single blow, the giant claws landing on his body and leaving behind a startling damage figure.

Ye Yi asked, "Peach girl, does your grandfather know about the six items I asked you to inquire about?" He was very concerned about this matter; after learning yesterday that Tao'er had such an extraordinary grandfather, he had asked her about the six spiritual treasures of the human realm they were seeking.

The Whisperer—a presence that made Old Li’s skin crawl—was still alive. Even more chilling, just moments ago, the old rogue and Paul had been conversing with someone posing as the God of Nature, who was in fact the Whisperer. This realization left both Old Li and the cult leader with a lingering sense of dread.

Unfortunately, behind the combined forces of Cao and Liu stood the ten thousand elite soldiers commanded by the Tiger of Jiangdong.

Behind him were two gloomy-faced young men, quite famous on Emperor Flame Star as the "Tongyun Brothers," who had received the true teachings of Leng Ao.

Alas, with the chains of power suppressing them, no matter how fierce these origin energies of thunder were, they could only cower and submit to the fate of being refined.

"I can give you a chance to live: kneel and beg me, then lick my shoes," Zhao Ming said with an arrogant expression and an overbearing tone.

"Send people to wreck his place in a few days. I don't need to teach you how to do that, right? I want Chu Yan’s reputation to be completely ruined!" Xiong Ba’s face was dark with malice.

Gu Hai-xing was very obedient; he opened his mouth with some difficulty, took the apple, and chewed it gently.

"Want to leave? None of you are going anywhere today," Liang Cheng said coldly. As he spoke, Lan Ye raised her paper umbrella once more, her figure flickering as she lunged straight toward Wang Long.

Bai Zhi got up and touched the children, realizing they were only wearing thin layers of clothing. Although it was spring, the weather remained fickle, and the cold could be as biting as winter.

He was a dignified Xiantian expert, standing in a league of his own in the South, yet Chu Yan spoke to him as if he were completely beneath his notice.

The Qiangxi Group was the second-largest real estate developer in Guandong City, surpassed only by the Liu family’s Liu Group. Originally, the Qiangxi Group had been founded by veterans who left the Liu Group, and they relied entirely on the Liu family’s support in their early days. In recent years, however, for reasons unknown, they had begun to clash with the Liu family.

Meanwhile, Wu Kai, in the last car, gripped the steering wheel tightly, his back already drenched in a cold sweat.

Mo Fan felt waves of dizziness, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the middle of a dense jungle.

"You can't be serious! You might as well kill me for six thousand yuan!" Huang Long’s face fell immediately as he looked at him.

"This..." Ma Chengfeng rubbed his eyes. He had clearly thrown that "big zongzi" (corpse) into the water with his own hands just a moment ago; how had it turned into a giant mushroom in the blink of an eye?

"Forget it, I see your luck is no good. I’d better do it myself," Xiang Yu said, shaking his head before taking money from his purse to exchange for chips.

"Marshal, we have secured the city walls. We just need to control the city gates now to ensure the fruits of our victory aren't snatched away by the allied forces," Guo Jia suggested.

Fortunately, the Federation had long been proficient in nuclear fission reactor technology. Specifically modified to meet the needs of the interstellar fortress, they used high-purity materials to generate immense energy, and the multi-core array design yielded excellent results.

"That guy must be a blade soul who specializes in flying daggers, right?" A deep, bloodthirsty cold light ignited in Qin Li’s eyes.

"Damn it, two useless pieces of trash!" Things had gone far beyond Yelu Haonan’s expectations. He had assumed that since Xiang Yu was blind, the Xiao brothers would be able to kill him, but they had been killed by Xiang Yu instead.

Ma Chengfeng was about to leap up when he suddenly dropped back down. His ears, standing tall, twitched; he looked at Lan Caidie, who narrowed her eyes and nodded back at him.

As soon as she finished the call, she heard the sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom downstairs. Could a thief have broken in? She was startled.

Seeing Aotian’s surprised expression, the fatty realized at once that the Dark Omah Cult Leader, having regained its strength, was not someone they could handle right now.

The high-raised palm ultimately did not land on Zhao Yuhuan’s face; instead, it was slowly withdrawn with a sigh.

The majestic glory of the Crown of the Immortal Lord that Xiang Shang wore had once granted him eternal pride, yet it had also destroyed his one true love. Had he not subjected her to such extreme bitterness and devastation, she would not have ascended to godhood, leaving them separated by the world and the heavens, with no hope of reunion.

The old appraiser picked up the ancient divine artifact—the Shadowless Divine Sword—touching it over and over, examining it from every angle, then rubbing his chin with a deep frown. It was easy to see he was in a bind.

Reflecting on the past two days, it was truly not a trial meant for humans; she had experienced the darkness of human nature firsthand.

Su Lan withdrew her plump arm from around Shu Chi’s waist, and as she brushed past the director of the audit department, she poked his shoulder hard with a finger like a carrot, causing the director to let out a sharp cry of pain.

All the mysteries, like a massive web, had suddenly enshrouded Bai Xiaoyu; the more she struggled, the tighter the net constricted.

"Third brother, where did you hear that news? Is the Jiang family really trading thirteen immortal stones for Aotian’s life?" The eldest grandfather remained composed, pressing the third grandfather to verify the authenticity of the claim so he could make better arrangements.

Two men sat opposite each other drinking tea, both wearing colorful masks—one a weeping face, the other a smiling face. They were none other than the two leaders of the assassins, "The Weeper" and "The Smiler."