Chapter 54: Liu Fengshou

Even Li Haibo, that twisted maniac, nodded slightly and put away his dagger.
To be honest, even people as thoroughly depraved as them had to admit a measure of respect for their captives.
The Liu Inspector they had captured was actually the manager of a resettlement point in the safe zone they had raided earlier.
That resettlement point had been very close to his nightclub, so when night fell and these people were waiting for survivors to arrive...

"Got a cigarette?" I asked, snatching the Desert Eagle from Qin Tian. Seeing his beloved weapon taken away, Qin Tian immediately reached out to grab it back, but when it came to speed, I was beyond his reach—there was no way I’d let him get it.

Qian Mingguang sat alone in front of a tent, head bowed, studying a bamboo scroll in his hands. Watching him, Huo Qubing couldn’t help but nod. Six days had passed, and the man had finally regained some vitality—he was no longer as listless and lifeless as before. Compared to his suicidal behavior of the previous days, Qian Mingguang was clearly in a much better state now.

Han Xiang tightened her grip on the pair of Shadowshard Bloodblades in her hands, but made no move. Yichuan had not yet given any orders, so she simply remained alert.

Hearing that there was hope, the Wolfthorn captain hurriedly snatched a Wolfthorn Spear from his attendant and respectfully handed it to Yichuan.

If not for the fact that he stood above and had exchanged glances with this person, he might never have paid so much attention.

Of course, Duan Zhong was not unprepared for losses, so he gave Jiang Mingchen a bottom line: he had to survive. Duan Zhong was unsure of Jiang Mingchen’s true strength, but he knew that among all the assassins in the land, Jiang Mingchen ranked third—and that was enough.

Neither the audience nor the contestants on stage knew what had happened. The five men were sent flying, and only a boy in a flaming red uniform remained standing on the spot. Only those suspended in mid-air had witnessed Huo Ling’s movements; as for the others—how could they possibly have seen anything?

Even Dong Zhongshu, the always unruffled old chancellor, was left gaping, his wrinkled face contorted, his white brows arched in shock and disbelief.

The clash was so intense that even the spectators on the ground weren’t spared. Spiritual energy surged, and the ensuing gale swept down like a tempest. Everyone hurriedly expanded their spiritual shields and brought out their spirit tools to withstand the terrifying storm. Fortunately, most were Spirit Veil cultivators, so resisting the aftermath wasn’t too taxing.

When Empress Dowager Zhao learned of the incident and confronted Qin Shi Huang, the emperor—having suppressed his anger for years—finally erupted. In his rage, he banished his own mother from Xianyang and prepared to use the incident as a pretext to execute Lü Buwei as well.

"Dr. Ye, may I ask what you mean by that?" Xia Jingya did her best to compose herself as she faced Ye Xiu, questioning him in as calm a manner as possible.

In this realm, aside from a handful of prodigies from the great sects capable of fighting above their level, there were virtually no rivals.

Yet at that moment, whether it was Wu Yinglong and Li Datou, both petrified with fear, or Uncle Wang, dangling in mid-air with Kong Kong’s hand around his throat, none of them dared to think that way any longer.

"I don't believe it, I don't! The path I chose cannot be wrong!" The Daoist of Divine Might’s eyes blazed with madness—a desperation born of shattered hope. For the sake of his sect’s glory, he had stooped to serve the Holy Church, never imagining that the price he’d pay would be such a bitter end.

Monsters nourished themselves on flesh and blood, awakening intelligence by devouring living things. Blessed by the world’s mysteries, they developed their own sorcery. Once their cultivation succeeded, they could shed the shackles of their true forms and transform at will.

But to enter the depths of the Divine Forbidden Zone and claim that mysterious hand would be harder than reaching heaven itself.

Seeing Uncle Zhong lose his temper, everyone hurried to action. Ma Long followed someone into the makeup room, and had barely sat down when the girl rushed in, flustered. Seeing Ma Long waiting for makeup, the girl immediately broke into a smile.