Chapter 92: Beware of the Ninth Prince

Qin Xiao felt a chill run down his spine, terrified by the thought that had just sprung into his mind.

That is far too horrifying.

I must have watched too many melodramatic stories. How could I ever imagine myself to be the old abbot’s son?

“Your Majesty, might I ask that you dismiss those at your side?” the old abbot had said yesterday.

Qin Xiao froze.

What?

…

Old Fan quietly retreated and hid behind a pillar in the main hall. Seeing what had become of the coquettish woman before them, the other disciples all stood where they were, too afraid to move.

The other seven underworld kings did not know why the King of Qin Guang had made such a decision, but they had no better choice. The faint unease in their hearts led them to trust him. With seven cries, Hear-All trod upon dark-blue flames and followed behind the King of Qin Guang, surging together toward the fissure.

Just as I was boasting to the sailors about how delicious the whole roasted lamb we ate in Karachi had been, I saw a black shadow dart off the gangway, leap onto the shore, head straight for the agent’s car, and start it with practiced ease before driving away.

Just as the two were at their wits’ end, a glowing fist met Ge Mu head-on. Bazett suddenly appeared and, despite her injuries, fought him evenly with her formidable martial skill.

And over these past few days, after the next new hero of the League had continuously climbed the trending charts, the account known as Morbd likewise managed to enter the search rankings of major engines, while yet another topic was also unearthed by all the players.

Seeing this, the commentators Ze Qian and Xin Mo on the broadcast desk also let out a breath of relief. After all, this was the normal rhythm of a match. In the previous game between the U.F. team and the B.F. team, they had often already broken into the enemy high ground by the twenty-minute mark. How could it be like now, with nineteen minutes gone and not even a single outer turret taken?

Meanwhile, Lin Yishan and the others were cultivating day and night in the Flower Estate. Knowing about Xiao Cheng’s situation, Hua Wuji and Qiu Ran would come from time to time to guide them in their practice. In just a few short days, although their cultivation had not improved much, their understanding of the path had risen to an entirely new level.

Having once fought against this art before, Jiang Dong unleashed the Six-Word True Sound wave technique at full strength from the very start. The crimson world instantly wavered, like a candle in the wind, on the verge of collapse.

More crucially, after the version changes, the company behind the game introduced an additional exclusive gold mechanism. Just as its name suggests, this bonus gold is exclusive. In other words, when a player assists in a normal kill, the reward is one hundred and fifty gold.

Seeing this, Xuan Qing knew he had no intention of pressing onward. He saluted the steward of the Vulture Hall, who gave a slight nod before turning and leaving.

Everything around him slowed to an unimaginable crawl. The Eight-Wind Blade was unleashed, and I leapt directly before the spirit of the heavens, surging with a violent torrent of energy that slammed into it.

Shi Yi was utterly baffled, but now was no time to think about such things. He had to seize the moment. Only now did he finally understand that the so-called time the grand priest had spoken of truly did refer to a time limit—not one imposed by the grand priest, but by the time of this Void Sacred City itself.

The white-robed elder was left speechless. Unlike usual, he did not fly into a rage or start trading insults with the vice-chairman, Xuan Kongzi. Instead, he rose and came before You Kuang, circling him three times to the left and three times to the right.

Whether in a high-tech society or in such a high-magic otherworld, they turned out to be the same in essence.

This is not my birthday, yet it has somehow given me the most absurd and most perilous experience of all. Is this, too, a joke of fate? Even if art comes from life, this script is a little too melodramatic, isn’t it?

The instant Lu Qiming vanished, the smile at the corners of Qin Yuefeng’s mouth stiffened for a moment. Yet he was no ordinary man. Looking at the mist that curled around him, and feeling the shadow-like pressure of spiritual force in the air, he quickly understood the brilliance of Lu Qiming’s escape art.