Chapter 52

Various trivial matters arose throughout the morning, wasting a considerable amount of time. Yu Suifeng found it strange—why was she in such a hurry? It was as if she were the one who couldn't wait to reach the Artifact Refining Sect.

However, this emotion was somewhat different. When facing Yu Yan, a voice inside him had constantly screamed to kill Yu Yan, as if they were sworn enemies of generations.

Xu Fan had no evidence; the evidence was already dead. Even if those two assassins were captured, they would simply deny everything stubbornly, resulting in nothing more than a war of words.

Yet, looking back now, deep within Ye Jinmo's heart, there still lingered a trace of subtle gratitude toward Mu Yunchun.

This sense of impending warning was not unfounded. The moment Artosh was on the verge of completion, the vanished Chonglou instantly reappeared, accompanied by a sky full of surging phantoms.

"Ohoho! Someone's heart is stirring!" Meixiang glanced at Su Mengyao, then looked at Biyao, and the two of them burst into laughter together.

The entire sales floor suddenly fell silent. Once the screams rang out, the whole area descended into chaos, and the attendants began frantically clawing through the pile of items.

The common people were immediately abuzz with chatter. It had to be said that during their time in the Youzhou region, Cao Cao and his men had indeed given a great deal to the local people and won widespread popular support.

However, despite the multitude of chaotic discussions, under the influence of the store's special privileges, the customers' viewing and auditory experiences remained unaffected; on the contrary, their sensory perception was made even more comfortable.

Of course, although he ultimately struck down Master Guigu with a single sword, looking back now, that blow probably also contained a deep-seated jealousy and envy.

Higgins did not speak. With a wave of his hand, he ordered a glass of red wine, glanced back at Angelo, and Angelo nodded in response.

Yet, after all, this was his mother-in-law's home; Xu Yi dared not make any overly bold moves. However, thinking of Li Ruoxi's slender and curvaceous figure, Xu Yi felt a wave of heat rising within his chest.

"Bizarre," Sun Ang muttered to himself. He might have believed it if three Grand Arbitrators were leading the charge and smashing through the ruins all the way, given the sheer strength those three possessed. But the current situation was that they had marched all the way in without a single scare or danger, and he couldn't help feeling that something was wrong.

It was precisely during this warm-up match that Espanyol, suffering from a lack of attacking players, set their sights on Wu Lei.

Facing this fatal moment, Qin Hui had no spare thoughts to pay attention to anything else. Seeing that the distance was only two meters, he pushed off with both feet and lunged forward without hesitation. At the same time, he conjured a wall of earth to protect himself, and instantly, a slanted earthen wall rose from the ground, shielding Qin Hui beneath it.

This type of extraterrestrial demon possessed relatively garbage-tier strength, and their twin heads loved to converse with each other, leading humans to call them the Double-Headed Demon Race.

They couldn't even be considered supporting characters by the protagonist's side; they could only be classified as... accessories to a magical artifact... that could assist in condensing the protagonist's powerful soul.

Someone even voiced fierce indignation: "Do you have any idea how much sacrifice I made just to secure a spot for today? But what about you—what did you let us witness? A divine stone descending somewhere else, viewed from millions of miles away across the sky? Bah!" A thick glob of phlegm was spat toward the Cold Sword Young Master.

However, accustomed as he was to acting overbearing and tyrannical, being someone in the Jinzhong area whom no one dared to provoke, how could he surrender easily? He immediately let out a ferocious roar.

"Merge or perish." The consciousness of the eternal world simply conveyed this single meaning.

"Wuwu..." Looking at the corpse of her eldest son, Ding Shujya's eyes welled up with turbid tears. Unable to speak, she could only emit a faint, weak sound.

Given Ye Chen's level of cultivation and strength, acting in such a manner would likely result in his life being terminated directly by Shen Jianxin.

It was not strange for her to hold such a thought, considering that in terms of combat style, she had always relied on sheer quantity of Nen to overwhelm her opponents.

From the help Naraku gave her during her journey back to the village, to the overall assistance Naraku provided to the village afterward—though Xueyue had not yet put her gratitude into words, she kept it firmly in her heart and had never forgotten it.

This was the eldest young master of the Hong family, whose status was second only to the main branch. Within the Hong family, rules were strict, and no one dared to overstep their bounds.

More importantly, if Jin Fangtai were to be killed right now, the entire Xu family would inevitably become hostile toward him, leaving Xu Qingyun caught in the middle and placed in an extremely difficult position.

"I am unaware of what business the Grand Commander has with me, but whatever you need me to do, I will certainly obey," Que Luo said, unsure of what Ye Chen was aiming for, yet taking the initiative to state his stance first.

"If you want to leave this place alive, you must listen to me," the man said with extreme firmness.

The others hurriedly yielded the floor. If she hadn't rescued their two cousins and reignited their hope, this family probably would have completely fallen apart by now.

Hearing this, the three of them paused their steps for a moment and glanced toward the entrance. Immediately following that glance, each of them felt a sharp pain in the back of their neck and passed out cold.

"Could it be that a new king is about to be announced?" a commoner guessed, and the speculation spread instantly, setting off an explosion of excitement across the entire plaza.

"Master, no, no!" That old family servant cried out in alarm, lunging forward to forcefully pull on Kong Yanhou's arm.

Although they had received cultivation training from the sect, their lack of experience only served to inflate the arrogance of the Blood Soul Demons. Moreover, launching such chaotic attacks against the formation was a waste of time and even depleted their spiritual energy. Once their spiritual energy was exhausted, it might be the Blood Soul Demons' turn to strike, and by then, it would probably be another river of blood.