Chapter 1133: Disregarding Sword Immortal Lu's Good Intentions

"Senior Brother, are you alright?"

Lu Yang had given the maidens a terrible fright; he had been perfectly fine before they went to sleep, so how had he suddenly become so grievously injured?

Had the Eldest Senior Sister beaten him?

The young women hurriedly carried Lu Yang over to the bed.

"Cough, cough... it was just a minor accident."

Just moments ago, Lu Yang had been so overjoyed by mastering the rules that he had lost his head; now, having spat up a few mouthfuls of hot blood, he calmed down, realizing how impossible it was for the rules of the Integration Stage to command five Half-Immortals—that was simply courting death.

Did this mean Qi Tianshou's status was even higher than that of the burly man beside him, who shared the same cultivation realm of the Taiyi Golden Immortal?

Seeing that there was no way up to heaven and no door down into the earth, were the four of them truly destined to die a wretched death here? In his desperation, Lian Yuncheng struck the Buddhist statue repeatedly.

To make them understand what manner of creature this Blood-Yin Malice Corpse truly was, Fang Xiaohui produced another file, placing it flat upon the table, whereupon the projector stand cast the contents of the document onto the screen.

Everyone present heard the term once more, a strange light glinting within their eyes.

Listening to her words, Fang Xiaohui nodded silently; anyone could see that if she had died of natural causes, why would she be dead at all? That was naturally impossible, leaving only one conclusion: she had been murdered. Yet, by whose hand, and by what means, remained utterly unknown.

What could possibly be so important that it had to be spoken of today, and in such a public gathering? How terrified were you that everyone might remain ignorant of your shortcomings? Must you choose a moment before the masses to allow those of us who already hold grievances against you to berate you?

Even Qi Tianshou, situated within the city, could not help but feel his heart sink, though the sensation vanished without a trace shortly thereafter.

Nevertheless, Francisco's southbound forces set out all the same. Leading a frontal assault with thirty thousand regular Republican troops, followed by a surging thrust of fifty thousand National Guardsmen, he routed the caught-unawares main forces of Franco's Nationalists within a mere three days.

Nearby, Zhu Bajie, who had been wailing against the elephant, suddenly let out a roar, unable to listen to any more of it.

However, for the moment, the most pressing matter was to preserve their strength and investigate the whereabouts of the Tiger-Slaying Gang; they could by no means act on impulse. The Tiger-Slaying Gang remained in the shadows while they stood in the light, and with the Demonic Sect instigating trouble from the dark, everything had to be considered with a view toward the long term.

The two of them gradually fell quiet again, a state completely normal for a night nearing dawn; the only abnormality was that no one, in the pre-dawn hours when temperatures were already dropping, would idly sit upon a city bench where the sunrise could not even be seen.

His protective treasure-light had been shattered in an instant, and three protective spells had been pierced clean through; what manner of physical body possessed such terrifying strength?

Wu Yan did not venture out to search immediately; instead, he first questioned Ning Ning about the situation here prior to his arrival, asking what sort of cultivators had designs on this place, and only after gaining a general understanding did he step out of the cave dwelling.

"Exactly! So long as you give the order, I guarantee everyone here will die. Did they not disrespect you? This shall be their punishment!" the aberrant creature said to Yang Ting.

"There are still many things to be done! Once the matters are settled, I will surely keep you company!" Yang Ting replied.

On this day, while Wu Yan and his companions were resting on the island, a streak of flying rainbow sped toward Bear Claw Reef Island; the newcomer was merely a middle-aged cultivator of the late Golden Core stage, yet he appeared exceedingly disheveled, his body stained with a fair amount of blood.

Reflecting upon it now, he should have had his friends come along with him; their names might well have been more useful.

As was known to all, Zhao Lin had once been a figure of considerable renown here in Hangzhou, but due to a business dispute that bred animosity with Lin Zheng, he had departed for the Magic Capital to develop his prospects; no one could have anticipated that under these circumstances, Zhao Lin would actually dare to commit such a deed.