31. Chapter Thirty-One

They had only caught a vague glimpse of Wang Yuan’s figure moments ago, merely guessing it was him. Seeing that man running off into the distance, neither of them fired a shot, making it impossible to hit him. Who could have imagined that Wang Yuan would turn around and fire two shots directly at them—one hit its mark, and the other nearly blew a man’s head apart.

“Great idea, let’s play cards, play cards!” the young man with the earrings said as he pulled a deck of cards from his bag.

“Um... a solution? It’s not that there isn’t one, it’s just...” The Taoist sighed deeply, frowning with a troubled expression. His actions were merely to confuse Tian Xue, making her believe the matter was difficult to resolve, thereby extracting more money from her.

The car started smoothly, which surprised Zhao Jian. He had expected something to go wrong during the process.

Though it was just a memory, Xu Mo genuinely felt the indomitable spirit of the Demon Lord, whose heart burned with a fury that could consume the universe, yet he was utterly powerless to break free. This was the true inner turmoil of the Demon Lord.

All eyes instantly focused on Long Jin Xuan’er. Those qualified to participate in the Ancient Starry Road were without exception top supreme geniuses from the great superpowers—none were fools. With Zhao Ping’s reminder, they quickly figured it out.

Times had changed. Though a century had passed since Marshal Zhu Lang devoured six hundred Qingfu disciples, for Jie Chou it was as vivid as yesterday.

“Master, will you really let me go?” This was the sweetest thing Yang Yun had heard in his two months in the desert. Excited, he grabbed Murong Qing’s arm, unable to believe it.

The entire sea area was frozen by cold, surrounded by flying celestial birds. A huge rift appeared in the void, from which countless celestial birds shot out and disappeared. Some seemed to sense this change and swiftly departed, riding the celestial birds.

“The treasures from the various demon clans’ sacred mountains are many, capable of breaching the two realms—for example, the Two Poles Bow from Zhaoyao Mountain and the Four Symbols Heavenly Gate from Buzhou Mountain. But using these artifacts consumes immense power; it’s unlikely they would so recklessly expend such resources,” Yun Chu mused.

The story began when Xing Luo placed a strangely ominous yellow earth chess piece on the only point on the board, accompanied by Bai Yi’s inexplicable shout.

“Why should I care about public image?” Anduo asked, puzzled. Turning her head, she saw several people with cameras occupying seats nearby. Could these be the so-called gossip reporters?

After leaving Hotpot City, Qiang Ge wanted to take Tang Jin to a new place to have fun, but Tang Jin, preoccupied with the powers gained from skill duplication, had no mind for play. They parted ways on the road, and Tang Jin took a car to the villa in Pinghai.

He breathed a sigh of relief; the surroundings were silent. Calling out for the people outside to open the door, he sensed light and removed his blindfold. Before him, the table was in chaos—half of the stewed chicken’s head, body, wings, and legs had been gnawed into a mess.

Anping stepped out of the Tian residence but hadn’t walked far when a squad of armored soldiers approached. They formed a crescent and surrounded him.

Now, who would dare to challenge Chou Li alone? Even Jing Yun Zhenren, who had just struck in anger, intended to seize the moment when Chou Li’s true energy was depleted for a swift ambush. But after being intercepted by the Golden Ape of the Underworld Sea, his momentum waned. At this point, he had no desire to fight further.

She remained indifferent to the trivial rumors. Reputation meant nothing to her. As long as no one interfered with her life, allowing her to live simply and quietly, that was all she desired.

Having grasped the key to it all, Xing Luo for the first time felt the dawn of victory.

After only a few flaps, it hovered above the two people. The sharp horn atop its head shimmered, then lowered, shooting out a spiral of black light waves from the horn.

Long Bufan, while meditating in the Purple Mansion, circulated his true energy through a great cycle, then concluded his practice. He immediately felt his entire body’s power deepen. Though still at the fifth level of the Enlightenment Realm, his strength was far more solid than before.

“No worries! I won’t die!” Xia Moqiu leapt out of the deep pit and rushed toward the Kui Shui Qilin. Though unsure what the dark evil god’s avatar wanted, he knew it must never obtain it.

If it were some other Sky-Treading faction, or even merely a Dharma Realm sect, they probably wouldn’t tolerate such provocation and would have driven the others away from the wedding banquet outright.

Jinjin’s eyes instantly filled with tears, looking pitiful enough to make Li Ming feel uneasy.

Because Gu Jian was away on business, Elder Zhu Kun temporarily assumed the role of sect leader. Within the Hall of Immortal Feathers, everyone wore solemn expressions as they looked upon the two corpses at the center of the hall—Zheng Sida and Lü Wei—both having died with unresolved grievances.

Moreover, due to his profound foundation across the various realms and the ever-circulating essence power of the Azure Lotus, his primordial skill was nearly inexhaustible, unaffected by depletion.

Upon receiving this news, Ye Wuzun reluctantly entered the room of his precious younger sister, Ye Sisi.