Chapter 92: Turning the Tables and Seizing the Treasure

His figure vanished completely into the depths of the thick fog. Standing by the shattered window of the hall, Hong Jin’s chest heaved violently with fury and internal injury.

Inside the great hall, Ling Shuang and Shi Meng’s struggle over the jade slip containing the Cloud-Dream Sword Manual had reached its final stage, with surging spiritual power and roars echoing without cease.

Hong Jin snapped his head around, his sinister gaze sweeping across the chaos of the battlefield.

The jade slip was tempting, but with his injuries so severe, forcing his way into the fight might not win him anything; instead, he could end up laboring for someone else’s benefit.

Liu Fei was in a hurry, and he thought to himself that she would know sooner or later anyway. Since he trusted her, after repeatedly telling her not to tell anyone, he finally revealed the truth.

Liu Ying glared darkly at Xu Tian. Her expression seemed to say that he had better give her a proper explanation, or she would kick his head around like a ball.

It was only a few brief words, apparently devoid of any emotion, yet her actions had already said everything. Though there was no explanation, it was enough to shake the heart.

"The Ten Kings of Hell have all perished. So that is why the celestial observer said the underworld was filled with a dead silence when he watched the heavens two days ago," the Jade Emperor said after a thoughtful pause.

With composure, she pushed away the one who was still unfastening his belt. Her tone remained steady, yet in the unlit night it carried a chill.

Long Ao Lang snorted fiercely and gathered every ounce of true essence. Instantly, the Demon Dragon Spear in his hand erupted in blazing red light, shining like a bright crimson bead in the thick fog and dyeing the surroundings as though drenched in blood. From the serpent-tongued spear blade, a streak of red, like spattered blood, shot violently forward.

Perhaps she meant to settle accounts in the autumn. Qing Binghe felt a chill run down his back. At that time, he was still under the aftereffects of the assimilation, and Ling had said she knew. What did she mean? Just how much did she know?

Chen Feng smiled but offered no explanation. Who was he? He was the devil who once terrified nations across the world. Countless people had died by his hand; he himself was the lord of demons. Why should he fear ghosts and monsters? Otherwise, he would long since have been torn to pieces by those phantoms and ghouls, leaving not even crumbs behind.

The burly men, likely accustomed to acting arrogantly, heard the young master speak and immediately yanked several iron chains from their waists with a clatter. Looking like ferocious demons, they surged forward, clearly intending to seize people without even asking questions. From the way they moved, it was obvious that arresting people was an old, familiar business to them.

An aged voice sounded out. Liu Fei froze for a moment, and not only did more blackness gather in his eyes, but a great deal of baleful energy also surged around him.

There were still plenty of timber pieces in her spatial storage, and among them were many valuable kinds. If she could find a skilled craftsman, turning them into boxes would be far better than leaving them to sit unused.

Actually, I do not blame Auntie. You do not need to grow distant from her because of me. As a soldier, I can understand her, but for Mo Yu Xi, it was more or less disappointing.

As the power of the Thirty-Six Techniques of Spirit Control advanced, another wave of insight and information flooded into Li Chu’s mind.

All of them wanted to see the champion up close, and if they could, to touch his hand, brush against his clothes, and catch a little of his luck.

Zhang Daniu remembered, and his expression suddenly turned panicked, because he also recalled the terrifying things that had happened in the tomb.

After a few breaths, the man in black put the bamboo tube back into his robe and, pressed close to the hole in the window, watched every movement of Chen Qing.

Ouyang Xi swept her gaze around, and upon spotting a pavilion over the pond not far away, she immediately led Ruan Ye Zhen there.

At the school gate, Ta Yu bowed once more to the members of the photography club he had spent the day with, politely offering a smile before taking Xing Yu by the hand and turning to leave.

Feng Qing Kuang’s words were undoubtedly a form of mockery to General Zhuo Ma. He froze for a moment, his face turning purple with rage.

As for Jiang Xingqi, though he had long been unrestrained and lawless in daily life, he was not without a brain.

When Ying Ying heard this, her delicate face was once again wet with tears. With a bitter smile, she said, "So the prince looks down on us again. If Your Highness truly means to keep Ying Ying company, why not go to the Qinhuai River?" As she spoke, anticipation already filled her face.