Chapter 99: Snatching People

Ye Qingmei’s brows were tightly furrowed. She did know a little martial arts, but her skill was only mediocre. Besides, once she was taken away by those soldiers, matters would only become far more troublesome. The people on the Jiangnan Circuit would very likely abandon her; by then, she would have lost all value to that dog emperor. Was she really going to have to rely on her virginity to win the dog emperor’s favor? ...

Just as they moved in to strike and kill, the black wraith had already slipped aside, evading their attack. They had failed this time and were preparing to join forces again.

Yun Mingyue turned around, her lovely eyes fixed firmly on Tang He. Tang He had a clear conscience, so of course he was not afraid of her stare.

Karl thought to himself that if not for the respected elder being here, and if it were only the two of them alone, your mother would certainly have something to say.

After hearing it, the deacon and Elder Li felt their blood surge violently upward, almost fainting on the spot. Fortunately, the other deacons and elders nearby supported them, so they did not collapse to the ground.

Could it be that the matter of leaving his post without permission had been found out by those above, and the chief of headquarters had flown into a rage, sending people to drag him back?

Oddly enough, until the registration for the Immortal Ascension Assembly, Li Qingning still believed that Yang Lu and Murong were siblings long separated from one another, and even thought Yang Lu was a business talent specially recommended by Jiang Hua’an to assist her.

Tang He remained unmoved. Instead, he kept his eyes on Yun Zilan, wanting to see whether he would step forward for Wu Da.

There were only a few dozen steps between them; if the enemy broke through into close range, it would be a real problem. Better to switch to a long weapon in advance.

Second, every time Leo spoke to her, he would ask where that decisive, sharp-eyed, strong-willed, and domineering Lu Yisi had gone.

The wind and rain had grown viscous. The shadows moved as slowly as a ridiculous silent film from the last century, while the man’s motions remained swift and fierce as thunder.

Hai Nan had just been about to explain the essence of the Five Venoms Soul-Severing Hand when he suddenly thought of Lu Xuan’s cultivation, and more importantly, of the invisibility talismans he and Yun Wanhua had on them.

That man was none other than Feng Wei, the chief of the Iron Fist Gang. Just as Li Jiang had said, he had already passed the seventh Mystic Sovereign Tribulation. Among the powers along the southern coast, the Iron Fist Gang, the Great Hero Gang, and the Heavenly Silkworm Gang formed a rigid three-sided balance of power.

So you’re upset that my slap earlier didn’t kill him, are you? The sudden flicker of delight in my heart was shattered by a single sentence from him. Did he have to keep jumping out and startling people like that? The mood I had just barely calmed was once again struck into ripples by him. A layer of cold sweat broke out in my palm, sticky and unpleasant, and I wiped it on my red dress.

The air still carried a thick, lingering smell of blood, heavy enough to press down on one’s chest.

Elder Xuanhe once again found himself strained on both offense and defense. His longsword trembled, his figure shifted again, and with a change from two to four, he single-handedly unleashed the exquisite technique of the Yin-Yang Four-Image Sword Formation. In an instant, it was as though four Elder Xuanhes had appeared, surrounding Yang Yunhan completely.

With a rare stretch of freedom and ease, Aunt Qingyu and Uncle Xu had gone out to buy things. I piled a mountain of ice cream on the stone table and lay swaying in the hammock.

The four old monks shared the same intent and did not retreat in the slightest. They simply drove the Way-Guarding sword net with all their strength, focusing entirely on defense. Yang Yunhan’s internal force was profound, circulating around his body in an endless current. The four old monks’ inner power was no weaker; their true energy flowed without end as well.

Xia Jian slept so deeply that when he finally woke, sunlight was already scattered across the room. It turned out the rain had long since stopped. He hurriedly rolled out of bed, only to see Yao Junli sitting beside him in a nightdress as thin as cicada wings.

After only three steps, Xiao Yunfei steadied himself. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his right hand, a cold, murderous light flashing in his eyes. Then he sprang up sharply and took the initiative to attack.

“Everyone, there’s no need to get excited. The sect master is not going alone. I will be going to Chaoyuan Prefecture together with the sect master!” Si Tong hurriedly explained.

Even if they had imagined the best possible outcome, none of them had expected that breaking the system and finding the star map’s location would be so easy for Nanshan.