Chapter 81

"Hey, brother, brother!" Zoro was carrying two large bags and about to catch a ride home, when a burly man blocked his way.

"Of course he stands with our Fu family. Didn't you once save him? Don't you know what kind of man he is?" Fu Fengtian looked at Fu Yuejun in puzzlement.

Lin Ruo let out a cold snort, neither affirming nor denying, yet the faint sneer upon her lips made no effort to hide her contempt for Gu Ting's shamelessness.

Jin Tingxiao’s jet-black eyes swept over coolly, the corners of his lips curving ever so slightly, a smile flickering there and gone.

"Something's off?" The skeleton ran in, dragging out the corpse of a rat. As Zoro practiced the Blood-Devouring Technique to absorb its essence, he frowned in confusion.

The gleaming golden fire serpent, however, cruelly slithered straight into Liang Zhijian’s mouth, and yet left not a single trace of a burn upon his body.

Moreover, it could not have been a quarrel between the two; with their relationship, it was inconceivable for them to argue during their honeymoon. Besides, even if they did, Shishi would never call Hong Hao to complain.

Once the Chaos Spiritfire on the Mystic Needle entered their bodies, it began rampaging through their meridians, leaving them collapsed weakly on the ground, sweat pouring from every pore.

He Liang gazed at Tuoba Xue. The two nodded to each other before bowing to their master, joy blossoming quietly in their hearts.

For a moment, looking at Lin Yi, Huang Shan could no longer maintain his earlier composure; a hint of fear flickered in his eyes.

Given Helian Tuo’s status then as a prominent marquis of Xiongnu, having friends in Han was perfectly normal—it was, after all, a diplomatic maneuver.

A day later, Anzi, dressed in the Jiang family’s attire, his hair slicked and his face powdered, fan in hand feigning the airs of a gentleman, practiced his steps before the beauty arrived, hoping to make a good impression and forge a friendship—or else, if he drew an enemy, he’d be in real trouble.

At night, Situ Yun found himself sleepless, yet dared not snoop around the Khan’s mansion. Finally, on the fifth day, he used the pretext of thanking the crowd who supported his performance to leave the Khan’s residence, arriving at the alleyway across from the market.

The art of breaking formations rekindled—a seven-story demon tower once more shone with seven beams of ghostly light, each linked to a flag. Anzi’s right thumb flashed purple, connecting squarely with the tower’s pinnacle.

Even in confusion, however, Heber roared in anger, wielding a long green sword and lunging fiercely at Xiao Yu.

Alliance leader Sun Ting’s face brightened—Lin Yi was so relaxed and confident, it seemed as if he hadn’t even taken his opponent’s ultimate move seriously.

A glance from Georgia made Bix’s skin crawl with goosebumps; he felt utterly uncomfortable.

"Enough." Xiao Yu sighed inwardly, realizing that destroying this man could not be done too openly, lest Gandalf be unable to defend him.

Hearing the name An Xia, Lu Baichuan’s expression softened. "I never had feelings for you, so how could there be a lack of feeling? As for An Xia, you are incomparable to her. Everything you’ve done only reveals the malice in your heart."

She had always known Zhou Ye was powerful, but had never experienced it firsthand. This time, she understood—Zhou Ye’s sword could threaten even a mid-stage Emperor Realm cultivator’s life.

Presumably, the Sun Emperor had so shamed the Immortal Realm that they sent him away, sending experts to ensure his demise.

Zuojun, seeing Shen Shen relentless, grew angry. He could tolerate being beaten or insulted, but could not endure Shen Shen treating Fei this way—because he knew Fei truly regarded Shen Shen as a brother.

As for the Tang Dynasty’s bureaucracy, it was in fact the true governing body of the empire—the emperor seldom bothered with affairs of state, spending his days in cultivation. Did these powerful cultivators rise through hardship merely to endure the torment of managing a nation?

Sensing the dense Law of Life, the black miasma entwined around the Red-Eyed Spider King kept dodging, and the portions that could not evade began to dissipate.

The Illusion Spirit Fairy appeared, her makeup subtle, long hair coiled atop her head and held by an exquisite hairpin.

"That’s not necessary. Hui’er was never a spoiled child." Wei Chenfeng agreed to teach Honghui medicine, but only if Honghui would heed his advice.

Hu Xiaofeng knew well he’d misspoken—indeed, from the moment he learned of his father’s death, he’d been wrong. To relinquish all of Wbei’s vast territory and return it proved the other party truly hadn’t killed his father—the price would have been too great.

Lin Han experimentally swung a Q skill at the bushes, only for SB to dodge with a deft sidestep.

Without hesitation, she strode forward, grabbed a wine jar and took a bold swig, only to choke on the fiery taste, coughing incessantly and finding it nearly undrinkable.

All she received was a mocking glance, as if she were a toad unworthy of basking in even the faintest glow of Qin Zheng, that true deity.

After the photos were taken, Xia Xi was pulled away by Ding Xiaomin and Bingbing. As she was led off, she glanced helplessly back at Fu Rui.

A car drove past her, an odd smell wafting from within, causing her to pinch her nose.

She understood Chen Jianhua well—in the past, it was that bone organization deal that set today’s events in motion. Thus, to appease Chen Jianhua’s hatred, he had to wipe out the Bone Organization.