Chapter 50

Since he had decided to reveal himself in the identity of the Platinum Crow, there was no longer any need for him to conceal that fact.

Struggling to turn around, he found that his movements were surprisingly sluggish. A strained, hoarse sound came from his throat, and his body felt somewhat fatigued. Ever since Magpie had entered the carriage, he had been enduring immense mental pressure without even realizing it.

"Number Three, what is the situation ahead? Report immediately!" Wang Nanbei called out to the hermaphrodite with great anxiety.

"Well, Zhou Yu, now that you mention it, Lin Qing not only has the heart to make a move, but she also has the heart to bite!" Zhang Jiasue laughed.

To say such things right in front of the representatives of the Yao family and the Shark clan—both of whom were protectors of Yao Baiyu—was Jiang Chang'an not afraid of ending up dead on the spot? The expressions of the nine holy maidens turned tense instantly, while the robed elder maintained a steady aura, his green robes already rippling as if eager for action.

Thinking of this, he smiled knowingly, cleared his throat, and was just about to begin his deception when something extremely infuriating happened to Dou Wei.

"This is simply too outrageous! Isn't this sheer bullying? If I ever see him again, I'll definitely beat him up myself!" Singularity said with intense anger. Had he been present at the time, he would have skinned the fellow alive.

"The aromatic spell has been broken! Impossible! No one can break this incense unless he is dead!" Xu Qingzhe gritted his teeth in hidden resentment. He knew that while his previous strike had been formidable, it had not been enough to kill Jiang Chang'an instantly.

"Damn it, the last time I came to Jiangyang District, I was beaten to a pulp by him and almost got my skin stripped off and left right there... Don't laugh, I'm serious. And that wasn't even the worst of it—when I got back, my old man gave me a vicious beating, and my backside still hurts! Don't you dare say you know me!" Pan Ke shouted.

Ye Fan had certainly noticed, which was why he found it quite strange that the first casual acquaintance he ran into happened to hold a grudge against the Demonic Fox Palace. But considering that the demonic fox before him knew about Fox Fairy being placed under house arrest by that young palace master, she must constantly keep tabs on the Demonic Fox Palace's affairs. Generally speaking, when someone cared that much, the most likely driving force was hatred.

The previously chaotic scene suddenly quieted down all at once. Sensing that the situation was turning against them, the city defenders blew their conch horns and began sounding a retreat.

Now, in order to polish his foundation, he had actually allowed his magical power to drop by a whole level. Yet, his foundation was far more profound than that of many inner sect disciples, allowing him to go much further in the future. Moreover, being able to shed a layer of magical power only to increase his actual strength in return was ample proof of the exquisite nature of the cultivation technique he currently practiced.

The fifth task was a procurement request for a ten-thousand-year-old ginseng, priced at five million jade crystals per root. While ginseng was not particularly rare, specimens reaching five hundred years were quite scarce, and a thousand-year-old ginseng was practically a matter of serendipity. If anyone actually possessed a ten-thousand-year-old ginseng, five million jade crystals might not even be enough to buy it.

Xia Yang nodded and said, "Yes, Great Elder!" With that, Xia Yang returned to the side of Xia Ye and the others.

With such a thought flashing through his mind, Ye Fan immediately shifted his target to the Grand Ancestor. Compared to Taixu, this fellow was far easier to deal with. If they could suppress a Divine King of the Taixuan Palace this time, the prestige of their Demonic Emotion Sect could truly be described as reaching its zenith.

Lü Bu plowed through the lines all the way like a tank, with coalition soldiers either dying or fleeing in panic. The advantage that had been established with such difficulty at Hulao Pass was gradually clawed back by Lü Bu.

Fearing that Tong Dong might do something irrational, Lian Yunfei wrapped his arm around Tong Dong's head and led him toward the coaching bench.

In the eyes of the onlookers, Xia Yang and Zhong Kui looked like old friends of many years. Yet in their hearts, they knew very well that the two had only just met. What puzzled everyone, however, was why Zhong Kui was treating Xia Yang with such courtesy. Not only were they confused, but Zhong Shan himself was equally baffled.

By this time, Duan Ke and Tongtong had already walked up to a spacecraft undergoing repairs. To ensure the safety of space travel, every spacecraft had to undergo thorough inspection and maintenance upon returning to base to prevent any latent hazards from remaining.

From the outside, it looked like a bootleg version of Disneyland, designed with a very cute aesthetic. Outside, a massive plaza had been constructed, rivaling half an airport in size.

This martial tournament was different from usual. This time, the Su, Xue, and Chang families had actually united, pooling their substantial family fortunes to engage in a high-stakes gamble against the Ming family.

The old man's volume gradually tapered off, and Hua Xuanji bit her lip with a hesitant expression as she carefully analyzed his words.

Hua Xuanji had long since forgotten what pain felt like, no longer caring about it at all. Her mind was entirely consumed by a single thought: to move a little closer, just a tiny bit closer. With just a little more effort, she would be able to catch Ye Hua's hand. Just a tiny bit.

The final outcome would likely be this: if Tycoon International had the capability on its own, Wang Nuo would push the boat along with the current, at most turning a single point of achievement into a twofold display of face; but if Tycoon International courted its own destruction, Wang Nuo would simply stand by coldly and watch it perish.

Previously, supreme demons such as the Green-Scaled Giant Crocodile—whose innate bodies possessed demonic bloodlines that remained far more formidable than ordinary human physiques even after falling into the netherworld—could not withstand a single blow. If that attack were to land on him, he would surely be unable to escape the fate of being smashed to smithereens.

Little did they know that amidst their cheerful laughter, the entire Western restaurant had already been surrounded from the outside, with almost everyone targeting Meng Que.

Zihua boarded the sedan chair and began sculpting her facial features using skin wax. To call it plastic surgery was an exaggeration; she merely used the wax to raise the bridge of her nose and puff out her temples slightly, ensuring that once she wore her veil, no one would recognize her.

"I encountered robbers last night; they took my valuables, knocked me and Yuetang unconscious, and dumped us in the suburbs. We couldn't return, had no phones, and had no way to notify you," I lied.

The vast Demonic Fox Sect could not go a single day without a master, and the ambition to vie for the position of the new sect leader instantly began to sprout quietly within the sect.

Riding in a carriage and fleeing frantically all the way back to the New Army camp, Wang Xingxin was helped down by Wang Da. Just as he wanted to stretch his back, which felt as though it had been shaken to the point of breaking, Yuchi Baolin grabbed him, hoisted him over his shoulder, and ran off.

He regretted it with every fiber of his being. He shouldn't have run his mouth yesterday to provoke that lunatic Qiao Xuan, fanning the flames and ending up getting his own home ransacked.

Such a thought flashed through Red-Haired's mind as his body abruptly leaned to the side, the longsword in his hand pulling back swiftly to block Vlad's fist.

Looking at Wang Xingxin's bruised and swollen face, Cheng Chumeng couldn't bear it either, simply telling him to go back, rest well, and recuperate, while emphatically instructing him to bring some of this Erguotou wine when he came again tomorrow.

Lu Qian closed his eyes, desperately trying to control his emotions, though his voice trembled slightly and his upright posture remained somewhat stiff.

Lu Han stood in the courtyard with his eyes closed, letting the cool breeze blow over him for a long time before he finally heard someone speaking—it turned out to be a call for him to come over for dinner.