Chapter 33: The Detoxification Pill

Qin Cang spoke with a panicked expression, attempting to use the backing of the Qin family to intimidate Wang Chen.

To this, Wang Chen could not help but let out a sneer before saying unhurriedly, "Do you truly believe there is still room for reconciliation between us?"

"There is! Surely there is! Although I wanted to deal with you, hadn't I not yet had the chance to act?"

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However, this was his first time battling a master of Spirit Refining. Driven by curiosity, Shen Lang reciprocated with Spirit Refining techniques.

These could serve as both melee weapons and hidden projectiles for long-range combat. In fact, were his bones not limited in number, he could even encase his entire body in sword-bones for protection.

Having said this, Ye Feng tapped his foot; with no fluctuation of spiritual essence within his body, he appeared in mid-air the very next moment.

"Spare me the sarcasm. We are all working for the same superiors; if something goes wrong, none of us can bear the consequences!" Old Liu said to the deity of the White Sect.

Japanese officers would never share the hardships of walking with their soldiers, and the soldiers themselves naturally viewed riding horses and traveling in vehicles as the rightful perks of the officers.

Master Meng also let out a cold shout, his eagle-like claws descending from the sky, aiming to seize Shen Lang’s head and execute him.

An invisible white line, resembling a wandering dragon, was forcibly dragged in, drifting slowly amidst the azure clouds.

Having borrowed five military horses from the cavalry company, Wei Dayong, Wang Xikui, and the others packed their gear, mounted the horses, and quickly vanished into the night.

Even though the explosive secret arts he had practiced since taking up martial arts appeared different, their underlying principles were, in fact, the same.

Tang Mingwei’s palms trembled incessantly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Faced with the scrutinizing and questioning gazes of the crowd, he stammered, unable to utter a single word.

"I must trouble the Heir again." Ignoring the scar-faced man's clamoring, Peng Mo looked toward Wei Yingran.

"Father, I want to return to Earth!" In that brief moment, Ye Liusha made a decision that surprised even herself.

She gradually lost herself in his caresses, biting her lip hard to ensure not a single sound escaped her.

The First Prince looked at Yan Shiyuan; there was not a trace of warmth in his eyes, as if he were looking at an inanimate object.

Hearing this cold reply, Shi Yan remained composed, offering a slight smile before keeping his gaze fixed on Yan Feiyan’s departing back. Leng Jianfeng, however, was different; he marched angrily toward Shi Yan.

Xiang Cheng waved his hand, signaling his clansmen to carry the grandfather and grandson lying on the ground away for treatment. Afterward, he turned his gaze toward Meng Wanqing of the Tiger Clan.

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Song Wenxi was slightly stunned. Turning back, she frowned at Yan Wangchen, only to see him watching the chaos below with composure, showing no sign of panic on his face.

Thinking this, Chen Yi did not pause his movements. The man’s blade was wrapped in inner strength that had already taken form, manifesting as rows of sharp spikes covering the broadsword. While the momentum seemed formidable, Chen Yi’s expression remained unchanged. He clenched his right fist, his ice gauntlet manifested, and with a resounding "bang," he struck out to meet the attack.

The Tiger Clan man’s sharp claws carved out streaks of dense, amber-colored light, shattering Cui Feng’s bamboo hat into pieces. The air waves stirred by the clash grazed Cui Feng’s cheeks, causing a sharp, stinging pain; had they been a fraction closer, his face would have been slashed open.

Zhao Desheng looked at Chen Zhen in astonishment, but the latter walked straight to a seat in the auditorium and sat down. With his nonchalant demeanor, it was as if he had come to attend the meeting as a matter of course, and why Zhao Desheng and the others had followed him in was of no concern to him.

Originally, there was a mountain path wide enough for two horses to travel abreast leading from Yixiong Manor to the outside world. However, the hounds, following a scent, had taken a straight line and only realized this upon reaching the manor gates. Just then, the City Lord’s secretary approached, supported and accompanied by several soldiers.

Zero is the ultimate manifestation of a Cursed Soul—a phantom, a ghost in the shadows, elusive and the most difficult of supernatural entities to detect due to its ability to hide its presence. After advancing to its peak form, Zero’s abilities became even more extravagant; it could influence all matter with soul power and even hide within the shadows of its enemies.

After a long while, the moon appeared once more, and the phantom of the ancient sword above the Lanyue Sword Sect vanished without a trace.

The man in the erotic chambers let out a sudden shriek, releasing Hua Wan'er in pain, and howled while clutching his bleeding forehead.

Naturally, after the fall of the Lin family, Hongyan Tower became the leader among the restaurants and eateries in Luoxing City. The far-sighted Song Xiaomei did not focus solely on catering; she also ambitiously established the Lin family caravan, which had become increasingly prosperous over the years.

In Asia, aside from a few individuals who voiced "reproach" or "blame," the rest were either neutral or, for the most part, supportive, expressing a willingness to prove their stance through action.

"Assassins!" a soldier shouted, alerting the others as he went on high alert. Soon, lights flickered on in several rooms, and other patrolling and resting Red Army soldiers rushed toward the scene.

The next morning, Zhen Shifeng, still deep in his dreams, was suddenly startled awake by a deafening phone ring. The caller was Bai Feng.

A moment later, a scream pierced the sky. Li Dangxin stopped abruptly; the old thief before him held a bloody head in his hands—it was that of another sixth-level powerhouse from the Yanjiu Alliance.

"But the method he suggested is indeed feasible." Feng Yanyu was unwilling to trust Qing Zhi, yet the method he proposed was highly effective.

Xuan Yun found the scene amusing. It was Shimura Danzo who had initiated the mockery, yet after being provoked just slightly, he had reacted with such a retort.