Chapter 41: Joining Forces to Pummel the Scum

The moment Ye Changzheng heard that Lu Qianjin had started a quarrel with the military dependents over the matter, he hurried over at once.

In Lu Qianjin’s eyes, Ye Changzheng was his rival in love.

Had Ye Changzheng not appeared so suddenly, Xie Jinyu would have become his lover.

Yet Ye Changzheng had stepped in at the last moment and married Xie Jinyu. Driven by the belief that whatever one could not obtain was always the best, Lu Qianjin found fault with Ye Changzheng at every turn.

“Ye Changzheng, do you even have the right to speak here?”

“How strange. What sort of injury could this be?” Mo Fan’s eyes shone with divine radiance. His left eye was blood-red, while his right was silver-white. At that moment, each eye perceived an entirely different scene.

“Oh, really? According to you, I can’t move at all, so there’s no way I can continue competing with you?” He Shigui scratched his head, seeming rather troubled.

For a time, countless comments and likes appeared beneath the two videos about Ye Hao, and they went viral in an instant.

The moment Zhenyuanzi finished speaking, golden lotuses descended from the heavens above the Divine Realm, while mysterious radiance surged up from the earth. A sage’s aura emanated from Zhenyuanzi and spread beyond Longevity Mountain. In an instant, every divine being in the Divine Realm below the Sage Realm was crushed beneath that overwhelming presence.

Still, although he knew the Blood Fiend Sect would never willingly give up the Red Demon Sword, Yafei’s reminder nevertheless warmed his heart.

“I’ve heard of Long Xingyun. He’s an elder figure in the underworld. Back when my eldest cousin was still around, he could keep Long Xingyun in check. But now that my cousin has honorably retired and entrusted his whole enterprise to my elder nephew, this fellow has begun acting up. He seems intent on suppressing my nephew.”

At Qin Yan’s words, Young Master Liu flew into a rage. He had never expected Qin Yan to disregard his dignity so completely.

And to bring such a vast territory entirely under its command—what kind of force could possibly possess such power?

Suddenly, Li Huai struck Yuchi Feiliu dozens of times in rapid succession. Then, with a powerful shove, he sent Yuchi Feiliu hurtling toward Elder Yuchi.

If anything happened to him at this moment, the police would suspect him first, and he would surely find himself facing no small amount of trouble.

“Decorations.” They were all dressed in black, each wearing a mask. The masks themselves were not particularly terrifying, but clothed in those black robes, every one of them gave people the feeling that the Grim Reaper had come calling.

I wonder whether the young master is actually any good at singing. If he isn’t, should I pretend to be completely enchanted to spare him the embarrassment?

This time, however, Li Daoran did not smash their heads apart. He merely beat the vitality out of their bodies, leaving them largely intact.

It was like a traveler stepping on an ant during a journey—without the slightest murderous intent, without the least concern, perhaps even without knowing that he had crushed a life beneath his foot. That was true power.

After more than twenty years of pent-up frustration, the first thing he thought of was not teaching his disciple properly, but treating her as a target for his anger. Had he never received a disciple, that might have been fine; after all, he had already endured more than twenty years of exclusion and could bear a little more. But to send him something like this—wasn’t that deliberately provoking him?

The Thunder God Venerable grew increasingly curious about Qin Yang’s identity. With Qin Yang’s strength, he could be called an unparalleled God Venerable. He certainly could not be an unknown figure on the Venerable Ranking.

Lin Yue found it somewhat strange. “I suppose he isn’t one of the Marquis of Shu’s men.” If he had been, Xiao Huairen would have said so directly instead of merely mentioning that someone was involved.

“No!” Ye Feng let out an enraged roar. A Dragonblood Scale Blade flashed into his hand, and he hurled it with all his strength toward the Abyssal Blade Demon.

“This... this must be some kind of misunderstanding, right? I...” Ye Feng had not yet finished speaking when he met their scorching gazes. Choked with embarrassment, he swallowed the rest of his words. He had merely arrived there by accident, yet had suddenly been transformed into some sort of savior. The situation left him stunned and utterly helpless.

Xiong Ti did not shatter upon impact, nor did Guan Muxue. Even the strange stone box remained undamaged. Instead, their descent grew slower and slower until, at last, they came to a complete halt.