Chapter 52

High up in the sky, Chen Long let out an explosive shout. Immediately following, a purple celestial dragon materialized out of nowhere, its dazzling purple-gold radiance resembling a golden sun.

He swore in his heart that upon returning to his clan's territory, he would cultivate with fanatical devotion, striving to break through to the next realm as soon as possible. Only by reaching the next realm would he have the confidence to slaughter Wang Geng and wash away today's disgrace.

After all, who could have ever imagined that the sloth-like beast, whose speech, contemplation, and actions were infuriatingly sluggish, possessed such terrifying speed? The disparity was as vast as heaven and earth; who could have possibly anticipated it?

Chen Yang made a hand gesture, and Shadow nodded in acknowledgment. Lowering his posture, Shadow stepped forward toward the other tents, while Chen Yang led two team members to begin searching from this side.

Zhao Yun hurriedly dispatched someone to report this matter to Xu Feng. Xu Feng had originally intended to lead his main army to station in Wuling, but upon receiving Zhao Yun's message, he promptly dismissed the idea of occupying the city.

However, the fellow before them was simply too arrogant—so arrogant that it filled them with intense displeasure, and they had long desired to take action to fiercely teach this overbearing wretch a lesson.

Feng Xiaotian arranged for Diana and the others to stay at the Sanjiang Hotel. Since they had traveled thousands of miles to get here and needed to rest, Feng Xiaotian naturally did not wish to disturb them.

"Good, good! Hahaha! My grandson has grown up to be so big and yet remains so sensible. This is simply wonderful!" Huang Zhong was so excited that his words became somewhat incoherent. He picked up his wine cup, tilted back his head, and drained it in a single gulp.

Taurus immediately hung up the phone and rushed over toward this location. Feng Xiaotian stowed his phone into his bag, glanced back over his shoulder, and discovered that those individuals wearing sunglasses were turning their cars around. It seemed these fellows had no intention of giving up.

"Correct! I just hurried over from Europe precisely to inform you of this! Do you really think... that since your clan head's absolute favorite, Zhuang Yuxiang, died at the hands of Cong Yi, your clan head will simply let him off?" Zhuang Dongxing sat down heavily upon the sofa.

Yet just as I was preparing to pick up a second piece, I discovered that the entire bowl of braised pork had already been completely devoured.

The old woman gestured to Cong Yi, signaling him to come closer. Seeing that Cong Yi was engaged in conversation with the elderly woman, Constable Zheng paused and waited nearby.

However, Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the Eastern Sea, was the supreme overlord of the waters! With Ao Guang present, not a single marine creature dared to come and obstruct Cong Yi and his party.

The Gu poison granny picked up a piece of lean mutton with the skin attached and placed it in Cheng Yitian's bowl. The richly reduced broth clung to the softened, fragrant green scallions. After working up an appetite, eating a piece of such mutton brought a pleasure that traversed seamlessly from the tip of the tongue all the way down to the stomach.

Jiang Mingchi glanced at Jiang Qingqing seated opposite him, then said in a deep voice, "Qingqing, the family has sent me to bring you a message: you must strive to acquire that item within the shortest possible time. At the same time, we must also begin suppressing the Zhang family. This is no joke this time; it is a genuine, ruthless crackdown."

Rage surged from the depths of Cheng Yitian's heart, and with a single punch, he knocked the man unconscious. The remaining conscious members of the Wu family fortress hurriedly closed their eyes and played dead. Although Cheng Yitian despised them for acting as accomplices to tyranny, the true villains were ultimately not them, and the distant fire was still burning. He hurriedly abandoned them and sprinted off to investigate.

At the end of the corridor, the originally rugged and uneven rock walls had unexpectedly transformed into neatly piled stone bricks.

He smiled with inner contempt as the God-Suppressing Void-Transforming Pagoda within his body vibrated. Circles of willpower fluctuations connected him to the pagoda, continuously transmitting wisps of spiritual energy and mental power into his physical form, actually healing his body while he maintained his continuous flight.

Noticing my movement, my cousin removed her headphones, looked at me, and said, "Cousin, let's just casually whip up some noodles for lunch. This afternoon, your big sister will take you out to visit some people."

From afar, one could see more than twenty disciples standing upon the open stone grounds, all uniformly attired in the Feng family school uniforms. The glare of the torches illuminated the entire sky. The double gates stood wide open, and servants were busily moving various items inside one after another.

The hornet agilely evaded Ye Tian's attack, circled around behind Ye Tian, and bit viciously into the back of Ye Tian's neck.

What Yan Ruyan spoke of was indeed the naked truth. Even though the resources of the earth were limited, geniuses like Shangguan Zhiqiong or Ling Hao could still leave other proud prodigies far behind in the dust, ascending to become immortals whose names would echo through the ages.

"..." The Forest King was extremely reluctant, but it seemed that today would not end well unless she allowed them to ascend.

That was simply because Xu Wuwei genuinely did not feel there was any absolute necessity for it. Although those twelve suns hanging in the sky generated an unbearable, scorching heat, was it truly something entirely unacceptable?

At this moment, her self-doubt intensified further, leaving her with a completely desolate and soul-broken expression, utterly devoid of her previous arrogance and might.

This was a blatant attempt to restrict Xu Wuwei from intervening, and the implication was abundantly clear. If Xu Wuwei insisted on meddling, he would refuse to fight Keang, and tactical retreat would become an absolute necessity—because fighting two opponents simultaneously placed him at an extreme disadvantage, with victory being far from guaranteed.

What allowed her to breathe a quiet sigh of relief, however, was that Ling Hao's expression was earnest and solemn, particularly his eyes, which were as clear as bottomless springs and devoid of the slightest trace of impurity. It appeared this fellow was truly assisting her with medical treatment.

Secondly, it simply would not withstand any scrutiny. The exact number of horses in the Jinhua Stud Farm was a matter of official record. Fabricating the existence of extra horses could work temporarily in the short term, but as time dragged on, interested parties would inevitably take notice. The current Shen family lacked the influence of Prince Kang—at least on the surface, as far as outsiders could perceive.