Chapter 69: An Endless Blood Feud

A light drizzle fell as the sky grew dim and gloomy.

A villager wearing a straw raincoat stepped heavily, making his way unsteadily through the mud.

Hurrying back to the village, his gaze was suddenly caught by a figure lying collapsed at the village entrance.

"Who's there?"

He muttered, drawing closer, and cautiously turned the prone figure over.

A face drained of blood, as pale as paper, made him gasp aloud in an instant: "Licheng?!"

This was none other than the subordinate commander Kang Zhengyang's...

Moreover, Han Lang was now even more formidable equipped with the Chill-Wolf Claws. Every time he clashed with Xie Ling, he left a distinct mark on Xie Ling's hands, causing him excruciating pain.

As the saying goes: it is better to offend those in the imperial court than to provoke those in the pugilistic world, for the reach of imperial power falls far short of the widespread tentacles of the jianghu.

Li Yijie had no choice but to dodge sideways. Lu Qian had no intention of pressing the attack; instead, he scooped the bamboo tube into his embrace and tilted his head back to drink it dry in one go. Seeing that Lu Qian had ultimately snatched the water first, Li Yijie could not comprehend why his good intentions were met this way, and tears welled up in his eyes, leaving him utterly grief-stricken.

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Furthermore, in that battle of the nine heavens, the soul contract signed by Po Jun and Gou Chen was an irreconcilable pact of life and death! Whether it took ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, or ten thousand years, the two of them had to fight until a victor and a loser were decided.

"At the very least, I know where the two princesses surnamed Ji live, don't I?" Cheng Yitian chuckled complacently, looking up at the sky with a smile.

However, the situation of the Tang sisters differed from that of most conjoined twins. The sisters were connected at their lateral abdomens, with a very small area of attachment, and each possessed her own independent and complete set of organs.

Cong Yi had just woken up and naturally needed to thoroughly examine his physical condition before he could feel at ease about entering the competition. Right then, he stood beneath the stage and began checking his status.

"Then why didn't you punish him?" Qu Nanning asked somewhat indignantly, having almost been spied on by a pervert.

"We'll talk about that when the time comes. Anyway, I'm a freelance player with no guild affiliation; nothing that happens can affect me, right?" I replied vaguely.

Shangguan Yaohua looked on from the side, utterly shocked. Even Ping Ruoyu's past attempts to seduce him and Li Yijie—or, to take a step back, even the courtesans receiving clients in brothels—would not have dared to be as uninhibited as she was. At this moment, he felt even more humiliated than if he had committed some shameful act himself.

"Frost City has arrived!" Looking down from the hillside, amidst the snow-capped mountains, Frost City sat nestled within the boundless expanse of snow.

"Come, come, come, hack right here, don't hold back!" Fan Mo let out a disdainful huff. So what if they had numbers and even a Martial King? What could they possibly do to him?

Besides, the clash between the two of them just now had been even more terrifying. Could this person truly possess such formidable capability?

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"Demonic fiend and heretical path, why would this humble nun fear you..." Master Extinction sneered coldly, drew the Heaven-Relying Sword from her back, walked forward slowly, and stood proudly facing Xie Wuqi.

Before Ma Chengpeng could even run up to the third floor, he caught the pungent scent of harsh coarse tobacco seeping through the door cracks.

Returning to the hotel, Zhou Mo sighed repeatedly, wearing a face full of aggrieved resentment. The crux of the matter was that he had taken a beating yet failed to receive a single penny in compensation, ending up with only a pile of rotting scrap wood instead. He felt deeply depressed inside.

Just as the attack struck the invisible wall, a surge of force was seen rebounding straight back from Liang Kuan's arms.

Song Zhigao hardened his scalp and stepped out to smooth things over. He knew that if they were to stubbornly go head-to-head with Qin Fan, none of them would gain any advantage and would instead suffer a heavy loss.

Moreover, these were two distinct elements originating from different spellcasters, which showed just how high their synchronization was! This single move was already far more formidable than the Ice-Fire Lion Eisija, which had to rely on magic-guiding equipment to execute dual-element fusion.

Gazing upon the lifelike evil dragon patterns on it, these people were all filled with extreme astonishment, never having imagined that such a thing could possibly happen.

"Alright, sounds good." Following that, the few of us hailed a taxi by the roadside and headed straight for the plaza.