Volume One, Chapter 60: A Bad Premonition

Su Tong saw through his intentions and reminded him, “Your tricks are useless against me. Instead of scheming, you’d be better off performing good deeds to wash away your sins. Otherwise, not just this life, but even your next, you won’t find peace.”

With that, she turned and walked out.

Mo Tianming watched Su Tong’s departing figure, a ruthless gleam flashing in his eyes.

He raised his hand and called his assistant over, whispering a few words, “Go and…”

Recently, the atmosphere had grown tense, and all the upscale, private clubs had become subdued. Yet, the Golden Pavilion continued business as usual, with customers never feeling uneasy. The only reason was the formidable power backing the Golden Pavilion.

“Is this scoundrel planning to let everything go to ruin? That’s unlikely, isn’t it? If he can’t clear this hurdle, disaster will surely follow…” This was unfamiliar territory.

That long sword… How could it burst forth from his palm? Was the sword hidden inside his body all along?

But more than anything, there was fear. Most people hurriedly scattered, slipping away or quietly taking detours. Of the hundred or so patrons originally in the tavern, more than half vanished in an instant.

At that moment, Liao Yang’s mood soared, the smug smile on his face growing even more pronounced.

Iron, drenched from head to toe, stepped out of the villa’s doors and immediately felt the biting wind whip past, jolting his spirits. The tension from the fight seemed to be swept away by the cold gusts.

This intense, scorching aura spread rapidly in every direction, reaching nearly thousands of miles.

Next, after Hero Jiang rinsed his mouth, washed his face, and used the restroom, he dashed once again to East University, shouting and hollering as he embarked on his daily quest for self-improvement.

Mie Cang’s figure flashed again, his sharp wolf claws poised for Wang Xu, ready to harvest his life at any moment.

Herliste sighed inwardly. The Plague God truly knew how to conduct business. On the surface, his approach seemed to incur losses, but only those aware of the situation understood that Ye Chu had profited greatly this time, earning a stellar reputation in the world of cultivation.

Just then, several explosions erupted from the woods. Bang, bang, bang—a series of noises resounded. Afterward, golden pillars of fire shot skyward from the forest, exploding high above.

But that was far from enough. The humiliation Zhang Yun brought her had seeped into her bones. She longed to tear his flesh and drink his blood. And in the next moment, Lu Zixuan did just that: with a snap of her silver teeth, she lunged at Zhang Yun’s pitiful neck, drawing blood in mere seconds.

For a time, with Ling Xiao’s sudden appearance, almost every disciple present stared fervently, their eyes sweeping hungrily over her tall, alluring figure.

Profiteering from national disasters and exploiting wartime births happened side by side. In the end, major wars always benefited a few, while the majority paid the price.

The leading bird-man’s feathers gleamed with a striking light gold, bearing a resemblance to the Death Angel that had appeared in the American Abyss.

“Tell me about the crystal coffin,” Lu Fei said. Ye Xiang’s expression became solemn. He was a native here, settling down after outsiders arrived at the place of worship. Only then did gifted locals like Ye Xiang emerge.

“But wouldn’t that become a threat to the Alliance of Light?” Chu Tianshu suddenly guessed Princess Ximing’s intentions, but feigned ignorance. Even with NPCs, it was crucial to conceal one’s true abilities.

“Very well, in that case, I’ll hold on to it for Brother Duan. Whenever he needs it, I’ll return it!” Hearing that Duan Chen’s practice would be interrupted, Pang Tao finally relented.

The second-level martial commander Zu Lang, upon hearing the thunderous name of Bear Two, surrendered without hesitation. He knew full well it was his only escape from punishment. If even Zu Lang yielded, the rest were all the more eager—two hundred thousand mountain bandits surrendered en masse.