Chapter 44: A Safe Escape

Beneath the ink-black night, the air was thick with a pungent smell.

Jiang Huaiqing and the others climbed out of the car, still shaken to the core.

Chen Jin’s seat belt had to be unfastened by Shen Yanzhi, who was sitting in the passenger seat. The moment he got out, his legs gave way and he collapsed to his knees.

Jiang Siyuan had yet to recover from his narrow escape from death. Fortunately, Jiang Huaiqing was holding him; otherwise, he would not have been able to remain standing either.

Jiang Siyuan looked at Shen Yanzhi in disbelief and opened his mouth.

They saw that some of the farmers had already risen early and begun working. When the three mounted mercenaries entered the village, a man claiming to be the village chief immediately came forward to speak with them.

“I’m going to meet with the rebel army tonight.” Fied tossed the secret letter into the furnace, then confessed everything to Ayana.

That was precisely what made spirit artifacts special. The reason they possessed intelligence was the existence of artifact spirits. Formless and intangible, artifact spirits could be sensed only by cultivators who had developed spiritual power.

The battle-qi barrier exploded at the same time, catching several assassins off guard. Although some of the cat-headed men managed to evade it, most of the assassins were struck.

Bai Shengting raised his eyes. Before him was the dark muzzle of a gun, aimed directly at his forehead. The man in white held the pistol aloft and smiled cruelly.

The changes within the Heavenly Palace were obvious as well. The immense surge of blood energy first poured into the spirit pool, which instantly transformed back into a blood pool. Scarlet blood immediately flooded the entire Heavenly Palace.

Suddenly, Li Changkong reached out and grabbed the old man with a force that seemed capable of sealing space itself.

He reached out, intending to touch Ye Xue’s flawless cheek. Ye Xue did not retreat; she merely watched the portly Ma Dahan with a giggle.

Albo did not answer him at once. Instead, he extended one hand and softly chanted an incantation. Amid a dazzling radiance of white light, a white hourglass took shape.

After all, the Marquis of Heavenly Mandate was held in the highest regard even by the king of the Divine Realm. There were even rumors that he was the king’s illegitimate son.

This Immortal Lord Tomorrow, who represented one thirty-sixth of the million-strong army of the immortal path, charged toward Yang Xiao of his own accord.

Caught off guard, the eighteen men could never have imagined that Liu Hai’s Hundred Blossoms Sword would be so unpredictable.

“Please, sit.” Mu Yan maintained his original posture, yet still made an inviting gesture.

Just as the old patriarch of the Lin family was about to die beneath that sword strike, a figure had already rushed before him.

There was something of a street tough’s tone in his voice, but the meaning behind Miao Wei’s words seemed to hint at something else.

The reason Ye Haoran had to leave Black Inkstone City was that he knew his meeting with Huang Sheng would likely be thoroughly investigated once news of the five-measure spirit pill spread. If the truth were uncovered, his safety would no longer be guaranteed. By taking further precautions, he could make the matter more secure.

“I’m talking to you lot. Have you finished your last words? If you have, then you can go die!” The instant Liu Hai finished speaking, he moved with astonishing speed.

Even if a true god descended into the mortal world, it would be unable to withstand the impact of that magnificent cross—let alone these mortal bodies, which had received only the blessings of the gods.

Fortunately, Tang Zilian did not speak with Xu Guang. She merely nodded at him before walking aside. Only then did Anxiang finally let out a sigh of relief. Without causing a scene in public, she looked at Xu Guang with a cold smile, her eyes filled with fury and contempt.

“Feng Qian of Stonetown is willing to accept twenty challenges.” Feng Qian’s expression was utterly calm, and his reply was firm.

Feng Qian’s current execution of the Triple-Wave technique was countless times more powerful than when Han Sanshan had used it back then. It was hardly surprising that Frost Ao had been severely wounded by a single stroke of his blade.

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