Chapter 83: Escape

“Search! Check if there’s anyone left on the boat! Remember, not a single survivor!”
Several figures moved swiftly, clad in black nomad garb, their faces concealed by dark veils.
The leader thrust his blade through a fisherman’s chest, watched him collapse, then slashed at his throat to finish the job.
A spray of blood burst forth, mingling with the red welling from his chest, spreading in a dark stain across the deck.
He wiped his blade on the coarse hemp tunic of the corpse, cleaning it off.

After Gu Huaiyan left, Liu Yanxue lay down on the soft couch and drifted into sleep. By the time dusk fell and Gu Huaiyan returned, Liu Yanxue was still slumbering.
Gao Bin considered it reasonable and was about to set off, his manner brisk and decisive; however, before he had taken more than two steps, Yang Xiao caught him and pulled him back.
Still, he had never dared hope that sharing a few drinks and a meal could make him friends with Tang Luo.

The guards hurriedly withdrew. Although they served Mokarubin, there was little they could do to protect him now; Mokarubin had reached the strength of an eighth-level warrior, and their only duty was to keep others at bay.
Even the combined might of four transcendents failed to break through the sonic barrier left by Lin Yu. Witnessing this scene, all those nearby drew in sharp breaths, stunned.
The luminous pearls shone with a gentle, white radiance, their glow soft and comforting. Eight night pearls illuminated every corner of the underground palace.

Lan Muche was at a loss for words. Confronted by Xia Xi’s growing indifference, for the first time a sense of dread crept into his mind—a fear that spoke of impending loss.
“Keep searching for the target. Pete can’t have gone far. Tell Haimu to meet me here. We cannot afford another loss.” Haimu, the pride of the Kamikaze Suicide Squad and the brother of the Reaper’s beloved, would never allow Pete to take her life.

At the heart of the Heaven-Hate Mountains stood a colossal, fifty-kilometer deep primeval crater. The scorched earth still smoked and fumed; the chaos wrought by Li Bumian and Tian Hen had blasted apart the subterranean caverns and the abyss, transforming half of the entire mountain range into this gaping pit.

Tony slowly approached Elena, gazing at her with deep affection, his eyes brimming with such tenderness that Elena’s heart almost melted.

He unleashed a furious bombardment upon the pitiful blood-dove chicks, taking dozens of lives before leisurely departing.

Facing execution, Tang Xiao had once wished that, if there were another life, it might be a quiet, ordinary one. Yet upon reincarnation, he found himself once again forced into his old trade.

Princess Yitai and Lady Yilan, gritting their teeth against the agony of shattered shoulders, summoned all their inner energy, using every last ounce of strength to cling to the iron bars of the coldsteel cage, barely avoiding being hurled about. But with their current cultivation, it was unlikely they could hold on for long.

The High Priest’s methods were anything but simple; the battle between Beijit and the High Priest would not be decided in just a few moves.

“Heh heh heh, hahaha! You worthless scum dare to face me?” As Myriad Swords Return to the Clouds laughed uproariously at the sky, his eyes narrowed with disdain. Tens of thousands of martial artists cowered before him, trembling in silence.

Wang An and his companion had barely covered ten miles when a fierce wind howled, and a giant, terrifying corpse puppet, clad in tattered white gauze, lunged at them.

“Bear with it. Master’s intent here is to temper your bones and sinews... You must undergo countless trials; unimaginable benefits await you,” explained Lord Chiyang.

“If something happens to him, are we just going to drift here forever?” Princess Yitai blushed faintly, feigning annoyance as she replied to Lady Yilan.

Bull-Eye glanced around, seeing no sign of the towering, burly Spirit Giant who had broken his leg. As Thunder Tyrant’s courage slowly returned, he began to feel bolder.

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Tianhong pulled the hood over his head, picked up the empty wine bottle, crossed the street, and got into a car.