Chapter 157: Strength and Retreat

Looking at the palm extended toward him, Liu Feng calmly reached out his left hand and pressed his index finger against the center of the man's palm.
"Ah!"
The man's palm recoiled as if struck by lightning, snapping back in a flash. His companions were shocked to see a transparent, finger-sized hole pierced right through the middle of his hand.
"Despicable!"
"How could you strike with such vicious ruthlessness?"
The man's companions glared at Liu Feng, shouting with indignation.
Liu Feng replied indifferently, "He made the first move. I was merely acting in self-defense, though I hardly expected him to be so frail."
Hearing this, anger flushed across their faces. In the past, they were always the ones inflicting injuries on others; they never imagined that today...
"Then how about letting a few of our senior apprentice brothers assist you?" Xiao Yunfei nodded slightly, pondered for a moment, and voiced his idea.
The reason they spoke thus was because, a century ago, Gui Taiyi had already reached the half-step Supreme realm.

"An honorable gentleman? Are you out of your mind? You're preaching to me about being an honorable gentleman at a time like this? Did I ever tell you I was an honorable gentleman, and what business is it of yours whether I am one or not?" Li Jiang sneered.
"Ha, fat people are naturally afraid of the heat anyway. Soaking in a hot spring on such a hot day is bound to make one sweat..." Just as Jiang国涛 (Jiang Guotao) was speaking, a patch of snow-white, delicate skin suddenly appeared before his eyes.
"Boss, is there anything you need me to go down and buy for you?" Ren Zhonglong's voice drifted over, and he appeared right after the words.
"Although our clan remains secluded from the mortal world, you should also be aware that there are no Saints in the present era. When the ten Saints perished back then, they left only scattered wisps of divine consciousness lingering in the realm of cultivation. The Vermilion Bird Saint was no exception; it was his residual soul that informed Longluo about the Nine-Colored Roc Flower, so you should understand my meaning."
Yes, I was terrified, panicked to the core. I had no idea how to explain the beginning and end of the matter to Aunt Qingyu, and I was even afraid to face her. At the thought of seeing her and Uncle Xu, I wanted to flee—to run far away and hide where no one could find me.
At this moment, Lü Xuan possessed a relatively keen perception of his surroundings; the moment the tall, dark-complexioned man appeared, Lü Xuan sensed it immediately.
Lü Xuan was different. Because that place was endowed with exceptional spiritual energy, anything there—whether good or bad—was far from simple. Naturally, he felt uneasy about it being "their" old lair.
Reluctantly, Lü Xuan muttered a surplus of nonsense. He extended the Remnant Wild Goose Sword, pulled it back, and repeated the motion several times. Finally, he placed it into the slender, delicate hand outstretched by Yun Wanhua.
Zhou Yiping was immensely proud of himself, but as he approached the nearest earthen pit, he froze. His mouth hung wide open, completely petrified on the spot.
"That was merely my duty as a subordinate; I am hardly worthy of the Commander's praise," Hao Dajie forced himself to reply with a stiff upper hand.

It was precisely under such circumstances that Xiao Jiong temporarily delayed his actions against Xu Chen, figuring he should at least wait until the imperial examinations concluded.
"Bang!" The person sent flying this time was not someone else, but the handsome man himself. He was hurled directly downward; this place was equivalent to the second floor, not very high from the ground—merely four or five meters. However, if one landed face first, the consequences would be severe, and the handsome man happened to land squarely on his face.
"You freeloading parasite, you were only ever after Xinying's wealth all along! Let me tell you, surname Lin, I will never let you succeed." Kong Yuhui jumped out once more to hurl abuses.
Jia Zheng furrowed his brow, thought for a moment, and lowered his gun. Keeping his eyes fixed on the rearview mirror, he quietly awaited Lin Dong's orders. Although he was not afraid of death, he knew the vast disparity in strength between the two sides, making such a clash entirely unprofitable.
"I am already aware of the situation. Zhang Ping, you are no longer an ordinary police officer; do you really not even understand standard operating procedures? If a leader takes the lead in breaking the rules, how on earth can you expect to manage your subordinates properly?" Disregarding the other man's expression, Deng Lujun launched into a fierce, scathing reprimand.
"Mr. Zuo, can you tell me when was the last time you saw the person who cast this spell upon you?" Dong Yuxing asked.
"Master, I am fine! You go ahead first, I will follow right after." He forcibly suppressed the hot blood threatening to gush from his mouth.
He Shaohua showed no signs of hesitation. He possessed extensive connections in Central Sea; although none held exceptionally high positions, he had plenty of acquaintances spanning all trades, industries, and walks of life.