Volume 1, Chapter 55: Just as You Anticipated

Along the way, I noticed a strange phenomenon: none of the houses in this village faced the traditional northward direction; instead, they faced every which way in a chaotic manner. To be honest, this was the first time I had ever seen houses built like this.

Qin Dashan scrambled back up and quickly rode away on his bicycle. A lingering sense of panic gripped his heart, as if he had encountered some malevolent entity.

Even the vases stationed in the corners were relics passed down from ancient dynasties—genuine antiques, with the cheapest ones worth several million.

Night Owl wanted to explain, but the man in green robes shot him a single, icy glance. The next instant, Night Owl was sent hurtling through the air, crashing deep into the distant purple bamboo grove.

Had these people truly mistaken Bai Ziling’s gentle nature for weakness just because she hadn't lost her temper in two days? Did they think they could deceive and bully her at will?

Though she couldn't pinpoint exactly why, it was the umpteenth time she felt something was off with Lin Zhou's words, yet she still couldn't find a single flaw to pick at.

Sankara turned his gaze toward the pistol resting on his desk, its magazine fully loaded with gleaming yellow bullets.

After watching for who knows how long, Lin Zhou finally couldn't resist raising his hand, intending to pinch that adorable cheek.

The old classroom remained unchanged, the large characters for "Crossing the Shore" still faintly visible on the blackboard at the back.

"You just pierce it and be done with it. What else is there to it? Is there some sort of hidden trick?" I asked, feeling somewhat perplexed.

By this time, the collapse of the entire Floating Mountain had reached its final stage. The earth itself was splitting apart, on the verge of shattering into numerous fragments.

Moreover, fierce beasts were innately endowed with ferocious physical strength that rivaled humans. While a nine-star Battle Emperor could not match a one-star Battle Sovereign, a ferocious beast at the nine-star Battle Emperor level could effortlessly take on two human experts of the same rank in a solo fight without any problem.

Ever since a moment ago, she had been listening intently to the conversation between Lin Feng and Mo Zhai. With her meticulous mind, she had already deduced ninety percent of what Mo Zhai was implying.

Seeing the sudden, inexplicable actions of the three people before him, Ye Qinghan could not help but freeze in surprise. Why were so many people trying to become his disciples lately? Could it be that his charismatic aura as an overlord had grown stronger recently? Had his protagonist halo leveled up?

Execution! Yes, Lin Feng had lured those five elders to the peak of Nengdong precisely to slaughter all five of them.

"I say, mister, can you roll a little further away? Don't you know you're taking up space here?" Ye Qinghan had no pleasant expression to spare for such an oblivious fellow.

After mulling it over, he decided it was best to get a clear answer and called the three of them again. Well, still no one answered.

A vast and verdant phantom forest, resembling a raging green sea, slowly materialized behind Lu Pengfei.

Given his usual temperament, wrapping himself in a heavy cloak would have been the end of it—why would he be so delicate? When marching and fighting in the freezing winter, he used to wear icy armor and still marched until he broke out in a hot sweat.

Suddenly, with a backhanded sweep of his sword, he directly sliced away a large patch of flesh from his face, including his nose and facial features, instantly leaving a bloody, mangled mess.

"Heh, that's more like it! Now this is the policewoman friend I know!" Ye Long grinned broadly.

As his strength grew, these memories were also being unsealed. The knowledge within not only broadened his horizons and insight, but also drastically enhanced his combat skills.

At that moment, a massive roar echoed once more. The white R8 reappeared, driving side by side with Ye Feng, though this time it was on Ye Feng's left.

Zeus let out a cold snort, "Overestimating your abilities!" His figure flashed rapidly, and Mo Chen's punch hit nothing empty air, causing him to stumble forward.

"What did you say!" Marquis Colbert was utterly astonished and furious. He had never expected to receive a refusal from Xiao Yi, let alone such brazen insubordination toward a noble. How dared he? And immediately afterward, he was subjected to even more audacious remarks.

Luo Shaoshi had never been entirely conventional in his business dealings. If he didn't have an independent regiment's worth of enemies wishing him dead, he certainly had at least an enhanced battalion. Without a few capable powerhouses capable of holding their ground by his side, Luo Shaoshi wouldn't dare swagger about so recklessly.

Upon arriving at the garrison commander's mansion, Yi Xuebingran looked nervously at Lin越 before her. She now knew that the person standing there was the newly appointed Garrison Commander of Yuanzhou; despite his youth, he already held the highest military rank in Yuanzhou.

A sweeping glance revealed at least forty or fifty people. In truth, Ye Feng recognized about a dozen of them; setting aside individuals like Wu Yongcheng and Yang Guangcai, the remaining dozen or so were all members of the Xijiang Society.

For now, these matters were only circulating within the capital and the metropolitan prefecture, but as the Great Zhou gazettes were dispatched, the entire nation would know within days. One could only imagine what kind of uproar this would cause.

However, Ye Feng could not tell how many of these people were genuinely grieving and how many were shedding crocodile tears.

The crowd stared with slightly altered expressions at Zhong Xingkong. It was actually him?

Xiao Ling's gaze remained calm, devoid of the slightest shock. Back then, Sword Peerless's talent had astounded the Divine Martial Continent, and presumably, the senior known as Blade Tyrant would be no less formidable. Even if Blade Tyrant were now a Martial Emperor, he would not be surprised.

A sudden surge of doubt arose in her heart. She rose and walked to the window, exerting almost every ounce of her strength to pull out the dart along with that strange note.

"Wait until you actually have that ability." He turned back to his computer screen. I couldn't tell whether my heart felt disappointed or something else, but the lingering sensation was thoroughly unpleasant.

Su Yiran understood instantly—it was just acting, what was the big deal? Without any affectation, she slipped her hand into Gong Yeqing's arm, letting the man lead her forward.

The team leader's expression stiffened upon seeing the armed-to-the-teeth soldiers inside, but he quickly recovered his composure.

"Xihan, it's not like that. You have to listen to my explanation, it's not what it looks like!" Feng Xing said, looking at Xia Xihan with utter helplessness.

They had previously sent people to investigate, but could never figure out who this person was. Afterward, the island shifted once more, cutting them off again, and the matter was dropped. However, before the isolation, he had heard rumors in the martial arts world about large-scale killings.

These people still stood before Lin Feng, chattering away endlessly, seemingly completely oblivious to Lin Feng's formidable power or the corpses strewn across the ground, still convinced that Lin Feng was courting certain death by provoking the City Lord's Mansion.

Hearing this form of address, Mo Wutian's lips curled upward in a rare smile, leaving Yin Bai, who stood nearby, somewhat startled—unsure whether to be surprised by the form of address or by his master's expression of satisfaction.