Chapter Twenty-Eight: What is Going On?

This time, for the Ten Absolute Killing Blades, Tang Jie relied solely on the divine ability of his two heads and four arms, without the enhancement of the Azure Cloud Sacred Fire. Even so, when the blade, surging with grayish-black brilliance, struck the Ghost King’s dark, heavy sword, it sliced through as if cutting through rotten wood. Upon landing on the Ghost King, it cleaved through the creature’s body as easily as a knife through butter. As a surging force poured in, a loud boom resonated; the soul-fire within the Ghost King was utterly destroyed by Tang Jie’s strike, and it dissipated into black smoke amidst a series of shrill, harrowing screams.

Slaying a Ghost King in a single blow—this time, it was not with the help of a sword spirit, nor the power of the Demon-Slaying Fist, but the true strength that belonged to Tang Jie himself.

This strike truly established...

"That is cliché enough. I suppose the treasure also contains some secret manual of martial arts that allows one to dominate the world once learned?" Mo Xibei remarked casually.

If you claim I am colluding with Liu Feng, then very well, I shall go into the palace myself, under the watch of your own men. Let us see how I could possibly continue to collude with Liu Feng.

"Brother Mo, what do you make of the singing at night? Do you also believe it is the work of evil spirits?" Chu Junfeng asked directly.

The fellow behind me was surprisingly tough; despite the pain, he refused to let go. He seemed to tighten his grip on my throat even further.

During this period, Liu Feng had brought in ten thousand crossbowmen and deployed one hundred catapults from the front. This was the time Wang Gouzi’s cavalry had bought for Liu Feng with their lives.

"Avril, your song is fantastic. I wish your album great success!" Zhang Qihang said, walking over after Avril had changed into casual clothes in the dressing room.

The experience of the God of War was invaluable. Even Bishop York, despite his inner jealousy, could not help but stretch his neck and prick up his ears. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the one who depicted the God of War, hoping he would say a few more words.

I had expected him to offer numerous excuses, yet I never imagined he would admit his defeat so readily. I wondered, could he be that willing to remove his clothes and show off his physique in front of everyone?

Seeing him so respectful, Shi Heng could not help but feel a bit smug, thinking to himself that a real man, once he has the power to command, should be treated in such a way.

"Even in death, the hero's spirit remains fragrant; he does not shame the legends of the world!" Zhang Ye said only this and wished to say no more.

Although Zhang Ye’s orders were peculiar, Li Weidong did not think much of it. He left eight guards by Zhang Ye’s side and ordered the rest to disperse and carry out the mission.

Seeing Ma Hui standing in the contestant area, unwilling to leave the stage, Gao Wei felt a sense of anxiety, wondering what had happened.

"What is wrong with Chu Anran? He’s acting like he’s having a seizure. He was so fierce just a moment ago; why is he suddenly like this?" The God of War did not understand and muttered to himself. As a proper, well-behaved youth, he had never been exposed to the dark side of that society.

Tang Rong nodded, her face turning red, because this was the first time Wang Zihao had called her by her name instead of "Officer Tang." Even if she lost the bet tonight, did this mean her relationship with Wang Zihao had taken a step closer? Did today’s event mean she had confessed her feelings to Wang Zihao?

"The Phantom Sword wounded me that day. I have been waiting to take my revenge. Very well. Use your Phantom Sword today. I want to see if your Tianyu Sect’s ancestral treasure can wound me a second time." Yi Tian looked at Zhou Tian Long with a playful, mocking gaze, appearing completely indifferent.

The arena fell into silence. No one wanted to be the first to move, for to strike first meant becoming the target of everyone else on the stage, which meant being eliminated early—a scenario none of them wished to see.

The deputy squad leader was wearing casual clothes instead of his military uniform. I found it strange, as our casual clothes were usually collected for safekeeping and only issued when an outing was approved. Where did he get them?

Wu Di, Zai Shi, and even the Five Stars of the Capital—most of the people Li Ming knew were among those released.

Three minutes later, An Ruxia’s pupils completely lost their focus, and the sound of her pleading vanished entirely.

Then he chose a small courtyard, and then, at his whim, chose small courtyards for his direct sons as well.

The more Jia Yuan read, the darker his face became. In the chapter regarding the fate of the Jia household, the author had injected many of his own opinions. Consequently, beyond the downfall of the Jia family and the bleak ends of everyone involved, Jia Yuan also saw the author’s analysis of the family’s collapse and what their fate would have been had the protagonist not transmigrated into the world of the Red Chamber.

"How is it? Still refusing to speak? Who took your virginity?" Old Madam Lian asked coldly, throwing her teacup into the air; it struck Lian Ruoqing.

Everyone had expected a grueling battle, but to their surprise, the Prajna Flower was eventually subdued by Cang You himself. Everyone was amazed, yet everything seemed to have been destined from the start.

"Why did your disciple have to choose this moment of all times to form his Golden Core?" The sect leader could not help but complain.

Her first reaction was that Batman had gone insane—not in the figurative sense, but truly insane! Yet, after gathering reports from various sources, she found that he was still acting like a normal person, doing nothing anti-social or anti-human.

Su Qingzhi lived her life with increasing freedom and whim. When Lin Jinglang and his siblings, along with their nephews, wanted to take Lin Guangji to the private school, she let them go with a carefree heart.

After all, if two men could be gentle with each other, they were likely either homosexual or gay.

No wonder the old madam of the Su family was angry. An ordinary person would probably have made a scene, causing enough trouble to prevent the father and son from leaving.

The next day, Qing Beihuang shared the happy news with Mu Lijing. Just by looking at the information on the communication jade slip, Mu Lijing could imagine Qing Beihuang’s joy, and he could not help but slightly curl the corners of his lips.

"Brother Lingzheng, I will never forget your cultivation and kindness toward me." Without the Feng family and without Brother Lingzheng, there would be no "me" today.

"Whether you and she are together in the future is not something I can manage, nor do I want to. I am merely telling you a little information out of regard for your sister and your Su family. After knowing this, whether you are still willing to be with her is your business." Chu Feng shrugged, looking indifferent.

Xin Yueheng said nothing and silently withdrew her hand, letting all her weight fall onto Chu Qianxi’s arm.

"Boss, we didn’t handle it well earlier. We actually let the other side find out first. The motor pool staff came over and took the person away directly." Snow Rabbit was incredibly frustrated. The other side had not only investigated their specific interrogation location but even found the office where Green Smoke was staying, creating the illusion that they were prepared for a prisoner exchange.

Weren’t they providing Chu Feng with jobs and funds just to build a relationship with him, hoping he would remember the Su family’s favor?

Banker Liu noticed the cold, sharp glint in the man’s eyes, pursed his lips, and said no more.

"That depends on how much you and your brothers really want this jade pendant." Jiang Yurui swung the pendant in his hand, then suddenly let go.