Chapter 91: The Misunderstanding Deepens

Feng Su abruptly fell silent.

About a minute later, his deep, cold voice thundered through the line.

Li Jiuwei held the phone a little farther away. “The Xiao family. The one you think it is.”

“Li Jiuwei, just you wait.”

Snap. The call ended.

His tone was unmistakably cruel.

Would he really come and make trouble?

At the thought of the blazing hostility every time he and Xiao Nanli met, Li Jiuwei regretted it in silence.

But the man who held Yanhu was a mysterious figure. It was said that this entire continent had already fallen under his control, and that I had also been forced by him to go to Mount Nie to retrieve the spirit stone, Luo Chen said slowly.

This officer had been stationed in Miaojiang for many years and was well acquainted with many of the Bai elders, which was why he had been dispatched this time as the commanding general.

When Sun Xi heard this, he was so frustrated he nearly exploded. He thought to himself: if you say it like that, how could those king-level soldiers possibly listen? They all look arrogant and unruly—how could they submit so easily?

After speaking, he delivered another vicious kick to Zhang An’s backside as Zhang An, just barely stooping to his feet. With a dull thud, Zhang An once again sprawled face-first into the ground.

He froze, then sank down in despair, his eyes hollow. He knew that this time, he was truly finished.

A figure flashed past ahead. A glint flared in Jiang Yuan’s eyes. He reached out and seized it at once, blocking the figure’s path.

Because of that explosion, Han Qing and Zeng Qingming had led men over to investigate, only to discover that three sentries had already been killed. What no one had expected was that at one sentry post, both the visible and hidden guards had been removed at the same time. The two of them sent one disciple back to report, while they and Zeng Qingming pursued the attackers.

Luo Chen knew that if this went on, they would sooner or later be surrounded and wiped out by these people. Looking at the towering, overwhelming Extreme Demon Emperor Bull before him, his eyes had already made their decision.

Temperament training, as the name suggests, is to temper the body. Sitting cross-legged in meditation achieves little; if one wants to temper the body, one must train.

When Qin Zheng appeared, the one-eyed bandit immediately locked onto him. In that single eye, a chill gleamed, killing intent rising sharply.

I opened the text message and found the number looked strangely familiar, yet I could not remember whose mobile it was, so I read the message itself.

“How much time do we still have? Is there an air-defense missile base near the refinery?” asked the commander at the base.

“I can tell you look familiar, but I can’t remember who you are,” I said with a frown.

“If I refuse, are you planning to keep calling me forever?” Ice Dance was extremely annoyed by the shouting and could not help interrupting him.

“Can you give him to me? Let him join my legion,” Xiao Rulan said.

But because Li Yaojie was so agile, not a single punch landed, and he also discovered that the gauntlet was fitted with some sharp catlike fangs, something he had noticed only by accident.

Ruo Zhongyu stamped her feet in anxious frustration. “Oh, cousin, don’t stoop to his level. Tang Haodong, just say a little less!” Her words even carried a hint of pleading.

Ouyang Pengcheng twisted his body and circled around to the front of the Tower of Death, Thanatos. What greeted him instead was a dark red fireball. It seemed Thanatos had read Ouyang Pengcheng’s thoughts, striking first with the flame.

In the past, Qin Jiu had never leaned lazily against anything like a boneless thing. Yet at some point, that habit had changed, and now he would sit in a chair in that habitual, slouched way.

“The fire. Those flames were buried in the soil. When I was hungry, I dug in the dirt to find them,” the child said.

With a sharp smack, though the platform was cushioned, the blow still made everyone’s hearts lurch. One could only imagine how much pain Ming Cheng must have felt.

When the crowd looked toward Mu Feng, sure enough, he was standing motionless in place, expressionless. If he were not trapped by the illusion of the formation, then why was he standing there? Why didn’t he walk out?