Volume 1, Chapter 25: Abducting the Prefect

"Deceived? How could that be? In this day and age, who would dare to deceive His Majesty?"

"Exactly! To me, it’s clear that His Majesty simply doesn’t care about us!"

"Now that he’s sent you, I suppose it’s just to pacify us, isn’t it? There’s no need for such empty gestures; we don’t believe you!"

"That’s right, we don’t believe it!"

These people, who had been praising Lin Che and his companions just moments ago, were now filled with indignation upon learning their true identities. Lin Che’s expression shifted, though he could hardly blame them. They likely assumed that the actions of Wang Zhounian and his ilk were sanctioned by the Imperial Court, and thus, they had turned their resentment toward the throne. This was pushing them toward rebellion!

"Everyone, please, do not be angry. There is not a shred of falsehood in my words!" Lin Che shouted...

"Uh..." Jiang Wei felt ashamed. "And so, this many people came just to watch?" Jiang Wei understood, of course, that these people had come purely with the mentality of spectators watching monkeys.

The rigid, forceful style of Xingyi Quan had long restricted Zhuo Yun’s development. Despite many refinements, he had been unable to achieve a total breakthrough, but Ouyang Zuo’s technique of neutralizing force with Tai Chi now offered him significant inspiration.

In the distance, several white shadows darted over like lightning. The white-clad figure looked coldly at Ye Yunzhou and remarked with a sinister sneer, "In a few days, you will all become my feast... hehe!" His gaze drifted over the Night Piercer gripped tightly in Ye Yunzhou’s hand, and his brows furrowed.

She understood the sequence of events, and as she looked at Yang Que, a hint of melancholy flickered in her eyes.

"I actually managed to capture a Heaven-tier Soul..." Even now, Jiang Wei felt as if he were dreaming. But the next problem arose—he had the Heaven-tier Soul in his hand, but how was he to refine and absorb it?

"Are you the Tai Chi Celestial?" Di Shuye stared at the old man. This man was none other than the mysterious elder who had appeared in the Void Pot space that day.

Long Tianhun’s expression was grave. Yet, facing the realm of a God Emperor, he felt no fear; his solemnity stemmed from contemplating the true intentions of the Heavenly Fate God Venerable in utilizing these puppets.

Yang Que watched her quietly, his lips curving into a stiff smile, which made Qin Ke'er burst into a giggle.

In his field of vision, the brawny pirate Kyle lay there like a gaunt, withered old man. His blood seemed to have been drained dry, leaving him looking like a mummy. His death was gruesome, especially those deeply sunken eyes, which were filled with terror.

"Aooo..." The Divine Infant avatar transformed into a phantom and merged into Nangong Ping’s true body. His body was immediately racked with swelling pain, as if it were about to explode. His soul also suffered a sharp, stinging sensation, forcing a groan from his lips.

Feng Jiyao looked up, the aura around him shifting abruptly. A cold, stern pressure grew more pronounced, intimidating even those standing beside him.

At this moment, Fu Qi was like a peerless savior. Tu Kuku accepted his suggestion without objection and dragged Qi Xian away to chat for a long time with the irascible old man.

As for what they were wearing, one would think it was some kind of beauty pageant—gaudy and flamboyant.

A treasure capable of increasing combat power tenfold—who wouldn't be tempted upon hearing of it? If this were placed on the open market, it would likely fetch an astronomical price.

Watching the world covered in a vast expanse of white, Su Lulu was secretly amazed. There was no need to look; the audience must have already been in a frenzy.

"Enough, you may leave!" Lu Zhenxiong waved his hand impatiently. Lu Anran did not linger and turned to leave immediately.

A man in a high-fashion tailored suit appeared before Jiang Wan, wearing a peacock-blue mask that lent him an air of mystery.

He had barely spoken half a sentence when his expression darkened suddenly. His gaze fixed intently on Jiang Wan’s neck, and his rose-colored lips turned pale in an instant.

Wu Gou-shou shouted, and Tu Kuku, sensing something, immediately opened her eyes. With a swift strike, she sent the Dragon-Phoenix Flame Cat, whose tail had been wounded by a blade, flying away.

After quickly distributing his attribute points, he began to check his stats. Main quests were truly different; not only had he gained 2 points of Favorability, but his Charisma stat, which had been stagnant, finally appeared, jumping from 0 to 1000. Aside from his defense, his current attributes looked quite pleasing.

Chen Sheng dodged to the side and immediately attempted to use a grappling technique. However, the fellow possessed immense strength; although Chen Sheng caught his arm, he could not match the servant’s brute force, and the two remained locked in a stalemate.

After the car had been driving for about five or six minutes, a faint light appeared in the distance. As they moved forward, the gray watchtowers of the Security Department stood like ink-black silhouettes against the night, looming and majestic. Ghostly searchlights hung from the heights of the towers, sweeping beams of light back and forth, accompanied by the faint, ferocious barking of hounds.

The two sides were still locked in a standoff. This river was not wide; it was a tributary of the Orkhon River that flowed into Lake Baikal, originating in the Khentii Mountains of the northeastern Kunlun range.

However, these powerhouses had long remained holed up in the Devil’s Den, rarely venturing into the outside world. If Lin Xiao had not been captured by Mo Xian and Mo Eighteen, how would he have known that the Demon Race was this powerful?

Seeing that his ordinary strike was more powerful than the second form of the Mad Battle Fist technique—"Battle Across the World"—which he had used when he was at the ninth stage of the Martial Artist realm, Lin Ce was immediately filled with confidence for this battle.

As the carriage reached a spot not far behind them, a sudden "Whoa!" rang out, and the sound of the carriage bells ceased abruptly. The vehicle stopped. Xiao Ming and Gu Shouzhen exchanged glances, looking with great confusion at the person stepping down from the carriage.

After Tian Xin finished speaking, she turned and left, accompanied by Long Qingmeng, Lao Da, Qingqing Zijin, and Haoyu Shijie, among others.

A "useless" person would almost certainly be crushed in a fight against a powerhouse of the same rank. Yet, Soul Elder’s strength was clearly immense, proving that his combat experience was extremely rich. That meant... how many battles against peers had he experienced?

Hu Weizong knew that Li Hao must have been looking for him for a reason; otherwise, knowing Li Hao’s nature, would he have called him for no reason?

Although he was eager to test his limits and temper his mentality, there was no point in stubbornly charging toward a path he knew was a dead end.

"The Huang family is truly foolish. To have a descendant with such talent and yet fail to treat him well," Chen Rui remarked from the side, shaking his head.

On Roland’s side, having confirmed that Mier’s injuries, while severe, were not fatal, he walked over with a face as cold as frost.

Han Jing and the others were incredibly curious. They felt that Tang Feng was like a vortex, constantly pulling them into his orbit.

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