Chapter 32: What Is There to Be Afraid Of?!

Zhou Xuejun’s eyes widened in an instant as the kick sent him sprawling, his body staggering backward. His foot caught on a piece of firewood, and he landed squarely in a bucket of swill.

Lu Feng had not expected to run into her here. Seeing the people around her, he realized she was likely dining with guests.

Watching this scene, Gu Chen let out a low growl, lifting his right hand to grasp at the air above.

Having blocked twelve Xi'an Gates in a row, he now possessed dozens of fire-elemental demon cores in his Qiankun bag. With this fire-attribute spiritual energy, Lu Xuan was confident he could break through to the Kaiguang stage within three months. And once he reached the Kaiguang stage, challenging Cheng Xiaosu, who was in the Ronghe stage, would no longer be impossible.

"Are you sure about this? Although there aren't many disciples in white, one could still find a hundred of them. Why seek out disciples in green, or even the weakest disciples in purple?" Han Feixue asked, puzzled, assuming the other party doubted her influence.

The battle continued, but at the Shenlong Sect, Shen He and Shen Hai had yet to make a move.

Lie Qingcang’s face, usually as cold as eternal ice, was now streaked with old tears. Even though he had long since ascended to immortality, he could not save Liuli’s life.

As Chen Wei spoke, he kept a close watch on Xing Min’s expressions. Although Xing Min tried hard to restrain her emotions, Chen Wei still sensed that something was wrong.

"Since that supreme expert hasn't arrived, we can ambush them once they disperse," the Peacock King suggested.

The triangular banner was pitch black, surrounded by swirls of eerie wind. As Xu Yi gave it a gentle wave, the entire Tiangang Tower was suddenly filled with the sounds of wailing ghosts and howling wolves.

Purple lightning continuously erupted from the void before him, striking the vortex with a relentless, do-or-die intensity.

"Move... get out of the way..." the man in military uniform scolded impatiently, stepping forward with his rifle raised. Peng Haoming had no choice but to stop, and the two stood in an awkward standoff.

He loved firearms most of all and possessed a natural talent for marksmanship. Unfortunately, the country had strict regulations on guns, and private ownership was prohibited; he could only satisfy his craving by visiting the military once a year, which was why he chose to enlist.

However, this red substance did not succeed every time. At least half of the test subjects died inexplicably, each with a different cause of death—some from cardiovascular rupture, others from spinal damage, and so on.

A rustling sound echoed, and I snapped my eyes open. In the darkness, I saw a figure walk in through the sliding door. The person seemed to get their bearings for a moment before heading straight for the bottom bunk opposite me. I exhaled in relief, realizing it was just another passenger who had bought a ticket to sleep.

"In our Taoist tradition, there is a name for the vengeful spirits born from aborted fetuses: 'Evil Infants.' Although these ghosts are ferocious and powerful, our sect is more than capable of dealing with them," Taoist Priest Qingxuan said with an enigmatic air.

"Those old veterans could probably guess what he was discussing with us just by looking at his expression," Long Sheng remarked.

Cheng Teli looked at Qin Minghui, waiting for his command. Qin Minghui gave a slight shake of his head; he did not want any more casualties today.

"Scoundrel, you are unforgivable!" Xiang Long declared, flashing before Shali Nuwa and landing a punch on his face, glaring at him with fury.

This duel had been agreed upon by both sides, and the rules had even been proposed by General Zake himself. Now that he had lost, he could blame no one but his own lack of strength.

I raised an eyebrow, feeling as though I had stumbled into the wrong story. Why was the Special Action Team involved, and what on earth was this "Third Channel"? My head began to ache even more.