Chapter 155: The Wicked Live Long

Someone must have tampered with things on Lord Bao's end, yet he would never suspect Chu Xin. Thus, he could only think of that despicable and shameless old bastard, Fifth Master.

A moment later, after sweeping his gaze over the dozens of barbarian soldiers standing at attention outside the mansion gates, Chu Yi finally stepped forward.

"Yaoyao, give me a kiss, and I'll agree," Jing Ci said shamelessly, looking exceptionally earnest and completely natural.

Zhao Jun was extremely displeased inside and planned to give Chen Fan a severe reprimand as soon as the latter was ready to leave.

Asking Jing Ci at this moment was likely because he was too considerate of Qiao Ya's feelings and wanted to take her perspective into account.

Chen Fan felt a trace of panic because Wang Yun was standing so close to him that she was practically pressing against him.

Did the question she asked mean that he wasn't really drunk at all? Could this all be part of a trap?

Bei Zhiyao, Yu Tianqing, and Yuan Tanzhi were walking in the front when they suddenly heard a shriek. Jin Yuguang and Jin Mochen, who were at the rear of the procession, had vanished.

Another day passed, and Ruan Xinghe received a military dispatch. Upon opening it, he discovered it was an invitation from Yong'er to Yu Tianqing, and Jin Wuli, unable to set his mind at ease, insisted on tagging along.

The Mysterious River Python swept its massive tail, completely diffusing that violent wave of martial energy. The column of water, which was on the verge of new turmoil, calmed once again as if untouched by the fierce techniques of the two combatants.

"Useless piece of trash, making a public spectacle of yourself! Why don't you put your clothes back on!" Chu Wudi glanced at Chu Wantian and scolded in a deep voice, his expression gloomy.

Ever since the battle of the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty, Bing Yuchen's emotional maturity had grown considerably. Had it been in the past, he would have charged straight ahead to annihilate the person before him without a second thought.

Scratching the ground with his fingers and kicking back fiercely with his legs, the grim-faced youth from the Bei Village let out a roar of bitter frustration.

Chu Haoyun and his companions relied entirely on the potions provided by Lord Fallen Wind to slowly and barely adapt to life at sea.

All of this was because the red energy barrier seemed capable of sensing the bloodline of the Sea Xun clan. Members of their clan could pass straight through it simply by walking up to it, whereas the people of the Xia State had zero chance of ever getting out.

Immediately afterward, over a hundred Heavenly Martial realm experts simultaneously unleashed their aura. Instantly, this tremendous pressure surged straight into the clouds, churning the heavens and the earth.

"No, actually, given our friendship, if you had an urgent need, I could give it to you. But since I've already helped you solve your immediate crisis, you certainly wouldn't stand by and watch me get wiped out by Mr. Gold, right?" In truth, Zhou Ming and Athena did not share any genuine friendship.

At that moment, a trace of a smile appeared at the corners of Hao Tian's lips. This is what you call getting your face slapped right in front of everyone! Look, it wasn't because his own strength was too weak; even a Dao Venerable with profound mastery of the Dao failed to perceive it.

The head of the Fang family, leading his clan's disciples, also rushed up to block the Ao family members and prevent them from going to Yang Yi's rescue.

Though the cost was immense, the benefits were equally staggering. For a very long time to come, he would be able to maintain this realm, and right now, within this Dwarf Owl Secret Realm, there was not a single soul capable of posing a threat to him.

Lin Xiao from the bloodline family, who had mastered two Moon-grade secret techniques, did not believe Zhou Tong would dare challenge him either, and merely wore an indifferent expression.

Wu Yun had already rummaged through the outer perimeter, taking away about a fifth of the treasures—over three hundred items in total, which was a remarkably large quantity.

That young man was a distant relative whose exact degree of kinship he did not even know; otherwise, he wouldn't have called him a cousin-uncle, especially considering he himself was not even thirty years old yet.

Normally, puppet masters with multiple puppets would deploy all of them out into the world, placing them in various locations like chess pieces, living different identities to provide the master with all sorts of conveniences, effectively granting the puppet master multiple "character cards."

The most obvious example was right now: he truly wasn't the least bit anxious. What if someone else who obtained his pills managed to secure the precious pearl first?

"Mr. Su!" Upon seeing Su Lin, Lu Zhenbei stood up and greeted him.

The moment Ye Zi spoke, Old Lady Wang hastily raised her head, forcing a smile onto her wrinkled face.

Two days later, Feng Jing finally regained consciousness from his coma, blinking dazedly as he surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings.

Although it was rare for a grandmaster among secular martial artists to reach the realm of skill where "no bird dares to fly," the experience and combat techniques Zhou Tong had acquired came directly from the grandmaster who pioneered this martial art.

"May I be so bold as to ask your esteemed names, benefactor?" The five rescued men looked at Wang Fei and the others with profound gratitude.

"Then I'm afraid there is nothing I can do," the head of the Yang family said calmly, his gaze remaining unchanged.

On the floating platform, the battle between the cultivators of the Xia State and the Sea Xun clan abruptly paused for a moment. This outcome was truly beyond anyone's prior expectation.

Knowing that Mei Xueling simply wanted to express a gesture of goodwill, Luo Feng did not take over the decision for her, leaving her free to handle it as she pleased.

Luo Feng knew that for a martial artist, having one's dantian destroyed was not the end of the world—though cultivation was lost, at least life remained! With diligent physical conditioning, one would not fall too far behind an ordinary person.

Fang Zheng uttered, "Pardon the offense," and then rolled up Fu Guang's trouser leg. He inspected the area carefully; the original wound showed little to see, but the skin above the knee had been grazed, with a trace of blood staining the snowy white fabric of his trousers.

Falling down and getting back up, rubbing away the pain from a bruise, running far off only to sprint right back—Long Feng persevered tirelessly in searching for a way to harness that inner current within his body.