Chapter 351: Found the Right Place

Compared to Mi Jia, Cheng Yue appeared much more composed and serene, yet upon closer inspection, one could still discern that his face, bronzed by rigorous training, was now flushed with a delicate crimson, though it remained faint against his sun-darkened skin.

“What? By whom?!” Xue Qingxuan’s eyes turned crimson in an instant, not from sorrow, but born of sheer urgency and mounting fury.

Kerrigan rewound the footage once more, staring at the complex maneuvers the Goliath mech executed in mid-air, imagining just how many inputs the pilot must have made within that fleeting span of time… and then she let out a cold sneer.

She hopped onto the bed, pulling the duvet tightly over herself, and opened the message; it was from Lord Mo Shang.

The creator of this talisman was an eminent master of the Qingcheng Sect under the Zhengyi line, known by the Taoist title "True Master Mulian," who was himself a practitioner of extraordinary talent, yet his mind never dwelt on the sacred texts of his sect, preferring instead to delve into the bizarre and eccentric, all because Mulian was hopelessly addicted to gambling.

Yet facts proved that Ye Cangming’s words bore not the slightest hint of exaggeration, for even after a compress had been applied, Han Moxing’s eyes still bore the unmistakable, swollen traces of having wept.

In that breath, Hong Niang’s beautiful eyes widened to their absolute limits, an expression of sheer disbelief washing completely over her features and falling entirely into Mo Tian’s gaze, as a sharp gasp escaped her lips.

“Guild Master, don't waste your breath on them, kill him and avenge our brother!” A black-clad assassin suddenly materialized behind them.

But this time, before Prophet Velen could finish his sentence, Ming Jian was in no mood to let him speak any further.

Gambling was a vice where the more one lost, the more desperate one became to recoup, and with a million gone in a flash, he refused to leave even if forced, his eyes burning a bloodshot red.

Hearing Manjing’s words, Qiao Xianrong held her even tighter, then gently pressed his lips against her ear, slowly trailing his kisses to her cheek, before finally covering those two soft, petal-like lips, savoring them with a tender, lingering friction.

After reading the text message sent by the mermaid Yahui, Tsukamoto Sumi pondered for a moment and ultimately chose not to conceal it, revealing the truth to Kaneshiro Hyogo instead.

Lu Xiangxiang’s attempt to assert her presence before Song Yuanhan had failed, leaving her no choice but to block Xu Xiuxiu’s path: “Xu Xiuxiu, I have already told Yuanhan all about your flirtations and how you cuckolded him. If you know what's good for you, leave him and stop clinging to him.” Lu Xiangxiang spoke through gritted teeth, her voice dripping with spite.

“Don't tell me your dream is just to be an ordinary person,” Yang Qiuwei said, a faint, mocking smile tugging at his lips.

This was not because he shared any special bond with the elder, but rather because this old man was the very master he had sensed earlier.

Even those like Kong Xiangxi and the Madame Chancellor, who knew full well they would not die, were scared out of their wits upon hearing themselves sentenced to death by firing squad; heaven forbid anything should go wrong with the pardon, for if it did, they would truly perish, and worse, be photographed by countless reporters to be plastered across the newspapers.

Manjing learned from the doctor that Old Man Luo had suffered a terrible fall down the stairs, not only fracturing his leg but also badly bruising his ribs, meaning he would require a prolonged period of bed rest to recuperate.

A resounding boom echoed within the cavern as crimson smoke instantly surged in all directions, and a thick, choking stench of blood spread through the air, forcing Tian Jiao to cover her mouth and nose.

“Hahaha~” He burst into a wild laughter that resonated through the valley like a bronze bell. “I have finally attained enlightenment! I have finally broken through!” The old King of Nanyan pushed Yan Chuheng aside, rushed toward the cliff’s edge, and with arms wide open, leapt down into the sea of clouds and the radiant glow of the setting sun.

Earlier, Jinxiu and the others had made a great fuss about wanting to learn how to swim, leaving the men utterly exhausted, while they themselves had no desire to speak a word.

Yet Huo Yuanji clearly paid no heed to this whatsoever, turning his head instead to cast a lingering glance at the carriage behind them.

Originally, Liu Zong had wanted to choose the Corpse Vine, but after a moment's hesitation, he ultimately selected the Poison Vine as his third summoned creature.

But things were different now; Gu Yu had explicitly stated that they would not treat Saudi Arabia with any discrimination, and if Saudi Arabia purchased aircraft from Guchao Aviation, the fighter jets sold to them would be no inferior to the ten donated to China, lacking none of the performance capabilities they ought to possess.

“Purin? You are Purin, the Silver-Robed Spirit General under Morofini?” Li Meng asked in astonishment.

Seeing Jinxiu walk in, he hastily gulped down the remaining soup in his bowl, slammed it onto the table, and disregarding Zhang Zhaodi’s attempts to make him stay, bid a hurried farewell to Bai Yue before rushing out the door.

“Do you know why our Alliance Leader sent us to block your path, knowing full well that we are no match for you?” Nu Cang asked.

“But… how did he do it? Why did the enemy’s offensive suddenly grind to a halt?” Huo Yuanji inquired.

Taiwei could not help but recall the very words she had spoken to Qi Mo that day inside the carriage on their way to the Marquis of Yongding's estate.

Guanshan had drifted through the underworld for so many years; what manner of storms had he not weathered? There was absolutely no need for Chang Shihu to utter a word for him to fully grasp what had transpired, and why Chang Shihu spoke in such a manner.

Witnessing this scene, the crowd of the Demon-Slaying Hall could not help but break into smiles, when suddenly, a snowball caught Zuo Chen off guard and struck him squarely in the face, sending an instantaneous shudder of cold through his entire frame.

Consequently, upon his return to the Sacred Ground of the Clear Sky, he found himself sitting on pins and needles, restlessly awaiting the arrival of Li Muchen.

Su Ning forced his eyes open at this moment, never imagining that those people would actually dare to drive him to such a dead end, pushing him straight off the precipice of the cliff.

Regarding the name Chen Xiaoting, even if it did not ring like thunder in his ears, Liu Changming heard it frequently enough to know that this man was Shen Yue’s highly capable right-hand man.