Chapter 74: The True Identity of the Golden River Sect Leader

The Flame King had already learned of Lin’s true identity. As long as he wasn’t from the Seventh Parallel Universe, it was fine; otherwise, it would mean certain death or injury. He understood this well, for because of Feng Yao, he loathed all members of the White Tiger clan, considering them nothing but trouble.

Chen Wei listened for quite some time, feeling utterly lost, but he grasped the general idea: this pharmaceutical organization was formidable. If one wanted to succeed in this industry, they had to pay their respects and gain its favor.

“Understood, Priest,” Kai Dong replied with full cooperation, following the priest out at a measured pace. Kai Nan, being the clan leader, could act with impunity, but Kai Dong did not have such freedom.

Before long, they arrived at the same eerie cavern as before. At its center, the Bloodflame Worm coiled, seemingly at rest.

I nodded to Iron Crutch. Though nothing was said aloud, I understood his meaning perfectly. Just for the fact that the Imperial Uncle risked his life to rescue Iron Crutch’s wife and her family from the war zone, I respected him as a true man.

From the moment Gu Chen and Elder Tianyun began their fight, they had watched closely, witnessing Gu Chen break free from the encirclement of Tianyun and his companions.

“Humph, Dao Yan’s killing intent is too strong. He unleashed a deadly move as soon as he arrived, that’s outrageous!” Jade Spirit Daoist, Qingfeng’s master, was furious at Dao Yan’s immediate lethal attack and angrily voiced his complaints to Dao Hua Daoist.

“I won’t ask about your guild’s affairs. I only want to know about yesterday’s battle—how many were wounded or killed?” When fighting up close, the three pills were indeed sufficient, but when faced with firearms, that was another matter entirely.

Gu Chen gave the old man no chance to speak; with a wave of his right hand, he immediately collected him.

In the past, Yi Zhonghai always had ways to deal with Xu Damao, whether through moral coercion or by having Fool Pillar beat him. However, since Xu Damao invented the headbutt against stone lions, it was as if a single sword had broken every method—no matter which way the wind blew, he would simply use his iron head to smash the stone lion.

At this moment, Chen Xuanyang had consumed so much chaotic energy that the mana within his body surged to an unimaginable degree.

On the left slope, a wealthy young man dressed in a rich purple brocade robe gazed at Li Xianlan and the others with an expression of disdain.

Ma Yousheng was the first major client and the first team-building customer at the campsite. Having already agreed, no matter what happened, he could not let the reputation of Ice Lake Campground be tarnished.

This creature’s true form still slumbered somewhere; only a wisp of its consciousness had awakened, sending forth an avatar to entangle Li Xianlan, attempting to refine the power of her dominant physique to aid its awakening.

It turned out Song Chan’s father, Song Yu, and Jiang Tao’s father, Jiang Zhenqian, had founded the Song Family Investment Company together. The company later grew into a local giant.

But the campsite’s current cash flow was so limited, there was no way to build such a costly apartment building.

After a bit of playful banter with her roommates, Yuan Guoxue went with them to the bathhouse for a thorough wash. Returning clean, she lay on her bed playing with her phone.

A skeletal warhorse, its four hooves aflame with death’s fire, galloped forth as Cromwell vaulted onto its back.

“I’ll handle it.” At this, Ah Ci stepped forward without further words, crouching to examine Qiao Qiao’s condition.

Wu Shisan, hearing this, shifted his gaze to the glow emanating from behind the mountain. It seemed the place they spoke of was indeed there, and the energy there was the very source of all supernatural power.

If he guessed correctly, the divine fire on the tear-mole youth was the Sandstone Core Flame, ranked thirteenth on the Divine Fire List.

Only at this moment did the enemy forces of the Dark Alliance realize that the terrifying skeleton army that had struck fear in their hearts was actually called the Apocalypse Legion.

As the most famous bathhouse in the East Sea, Bathhouse No. 1 was lavishly decorated, its centerpiece a massive circular pool steaming with heat.

“See that? This is what happens to those who oppose our Abyss Gate!” The hook-nosed steward smiled at the young cultists behind him. These cultists, all of high pedigree and the offspring of Abyss Gate’s upper echelons, were here to gain experience under his command.

The one addressed as Hall Master Zhao wore a blank expression and said calmly, “The leader sent me to check on you.”

“I told you, you’re an ignorant fool.” Ye Tianchen replied coolly, lifting his long sword, intent on killing Guo Yaoguang outright.

The crowd was stunned; this young man was extraordinary, daring even to assault the united security force that assisted the police in maintaining order. Instantly, the onlookers became excited, gesturing and whispering among themselves, for the urge to watch a spectacle is intrinsic to human nature.

With her words, Lan Fang shot Tong Siqi a look. She could see Zhang Wei was serious, and given how important this collaboration was to the Grand Group, there could be no negligence.

Now, Lin Yi was in Ancient Demon City, and his next destination was Cloud Boat City, where both Qin Wind Sect and the Nangong Family resided. The three supreme powers eagerly hoped Lin Yi would eliminate these two persistent thorns in their sides.

“Old Zheng, is it enough for you to break through to the fifth stage of mastery?” Feng Lin, hands in his pockets, asked calmly.

“All those good deeds were done by your precious grandson, weren’t they?” Song Gengzhi smiled wryly, glancing at Cheng Lao San leaning against the doorframe.