Chapter 056: A Sinister Plot

Yu Han’s body trembled violently; even the sword intent of the Star River seemed unable to withstand the rampant sword energy. The very trajectory of the river’s flow was thrown into chaos. Xiangxiang and Su Xiaoqian, the sisters, entered the room laughing and chatting, but in the next instant, their voices abruptly ceased—as though time itself had come to a halt.

Meanwhile, after the head of the Staff of Life brushed past the opponent’s blade, the force of the rebound struck toward Gaetenby’s hands, forcing him to dodge aside. The liquefied mental energy at the former sixth-level radius would strengthen once again—equivalent to a two-meter radius, or twelve square meters around Hadley, reaching eighth-level liquefaction from seventh, a tenfold increase in quality, amounting to one hundred and twenty square meters at ordinary seventh level.

He took a hot shower and changed into clean clothes. He ate a little—though he was starving, he could barely keep anything down. The dizzying flight had left him without an appetite.

Fortunately, the zombie seemed interested only in claiming Rotting Street as its territory and made no move to pursue him.

Emily was still at the command post when a sudden explosion shook the room. A gust of wind followed, and a black mech burst inside.

Though Feng Zhongxiu was no longer a threat, the situation at the Hero Camp left him uneasy.

In the next few minutes, the Lakers failed to widen their lead. Although Ye Xuan had rested much of the first quarter, the offensive pressure in the second forced him to expend considerable energy—barely managing to keep the lead at three to five points.

At that time, a player had killed an official from a county in Shaanxi. If their policies hadn’t targeted all players, perhaps they wouldn’t have provoked the players’ anger. After all, no one came here with the intention of toppling the Qing dynasty, nor did anyone carry such a thought around every day.

The shoot ended around three in the afternoon. Before parting, the Taoist in purple robes called Xia Jian into his private chamber for a conversation alone.

“With the utmost pleasure—being in the company of an emissary from the Divine Realm is the greatest honor of my life!” Li Jiang bowed slightly.

With a smile, he scooped up scarlet petals from the bed and scattered them over Yuer, like a rain of red. Yuer laughed freely, letting the petals bury her layer by layer, as if what fell was not petals, but wealth, diamonds, happiness, fulfillment—the realization of countless dreams and hopes.

“Don’t even think about it! You’ll never take my body, you old witch!” Mo Xueyan shouted furiously, and at that moment, a strikingly demonic lotus bloomed within her spiritual sea.

Moreover, the very purpose of the Underground World Alliance was to represent the entire underworld. If they could not solve even this, would it not mean their authority was gravely challenged?

“So now, can you tell me your purpose?” Feng Jianming suddenly withdrew his smile and looked at the old man with a grave expression.

Ye Tao’s words carried weight. As soon as he finished, Bai Jun said, “You are right, my friend. But the matter is past, and it is pointless to pursue it further. Why do anything unnecessary?”

“To know yourself and your enemy is the key to a hundred victories.” His tone was that of an old man through and through.

Beside them, Xiao Yunfei wore a broad smile, untroubled by the possibility of the Morgan family rejecting their terms.

When he first set foot on the front lines, he had witnessed a clash between Lu Wen and Fallen—at that time, they were fighting over the Time Arena.

“This isn’t the Starfield Mirror. Though both are made from starbeast hides, that one is a divine artifact. If I had it, not even you could notice me, master. This one’s invisibility is far inferior,” Landon said as he walked back to Valhalla.

Among martial arts, bloodline power, force of will, internal and external energy, and battle aura, all these cultivation systems suited Zhou Zhou’s needs.

With his true energy reserves now doubled, the sea of energy within Long Chen’s dantian was no longer filled to the brim by those eight waves of newborn power.

After passing Idle Cloud Dwelling, they entered the realm of the Ice Palace, where Mu Lingtian and Luo Xue had already been traveling for two days.

Long Chen forced a bitter smile, then entered the stone gate with Yun Qingxue and the others, swiftly making their way through the passage beyond.

With so many in the clan, there had to be a queue—who went first, who took longer—Shanna, as the owner of the divine artifact, undoubtedly held great sway.

In these five or six days, Zhao Yishan had not left his room, nor had there been any sign of movement inside. Qing Mantian attempted to probe the room with her spiritual sense, but the defensive array foiled her efforts.

The cleaving blade swept from Zeng Yuanfan’s feet in a slanting arc, nearly catching him.

The old man truly cared for Xu Dashan’s best interests. He knew his business had grown immensely profitable, but no matter how much you earn, you can’t spend like this.

After their passion, Han Qing ran to the bathroom to brush her teeth, chewing a piece of gum to rid her mouth of the bitter taste of almonds.

She hurried out of bed and went to the side of the black-striped creature. It seemed to have struggled for a long time; bloody scratch marks marred the floor as it lay there, mouth half open, whimpering pitifully.