Chapter Thirty-Three: The Master of Sword-Flying Was Right Beside Me

Wenxian Sect, Jade Spirit Peak.

Qing Ming carried Jiang Zao all the way to her residence without meeting the slightest obstruction. Only when her feet touched the ground steadily did she truly feel that she was still alive. Her gaze scattered as she collapsed limply to the floor, pressing a palm against her chest to feel her violently pounding heart while she gasped for breath.

The thrill Qing Ming had given her was far beyond what she could endure at present. With even slightly weaker nerves, she would have fainted halfway there.

“How was it, Little Jiang Zao? Wasn’t the way I flew absolutely—”

Fang Yan had planned to return home first. When he turned on his phone, he saw that he had two missed calls. To his surprise, both had come from Nian Shilei, the woman he had always cared about. He inwardly cried out in dismay: his phone had been set to silent, and with all the commotion at the time, he had failed to notice them.

The two of them reached an agreement at once. They packed their luggage with the rest of their brothers, while Brother Gou asked Dong Yulong to procure some passes and took all his trusted men with him. The remaining brothers were left in East City for the time being.

When daylilies bloomed, they faced the sun and absorbed the power of its stars. Not only the flowers themselves, but even the golden powder upon them, was filled with masculine energy. Naturally, those sinister beings were extremely wary of it.

Although Zhang Ming was not the strongest among the Executors, what he had said earlier was no exaggeration: an ability was not powerful merely because its effects looked dazzling. His field-based crushing attack had appeared similar to telekinetic suppression, but in truth, the attacking effects and underlying principles were worlds apart.

Tuoba Tao rose and walked outside. In the direction of Pingcheng, brilliant light erupted, and amid the radiance came the faint sound of dragon roars. The phantom image of a golden dragon writhed through the sky before plunging downward in a single leap and vanishing into the night.

Deep within what was now known as the Sea of Watchers, there had once stood a magnificent city—the place where the Yordle Fizz had settled.

Just as the people were building a bonfire, Yang Jia arrived with dozens of warriors, imposing and magnificent as though descended from heaven. At the edge of death, Yun Xin’s despair gave way to hope.

Looking at the densely packed insects, Chen Ying showed not the slightest trace of fear. She reversed the sound of the bell, and at that very moment, the insects that had been surging toward her like a rising tide suddenly seemed to encounter their natural enemy. They began to retreat.

At the southern gate of Mingquan City, Li Gang, with nowhere left to run, had been surrounded by numerous mecha warriors and units of Evolvers—or so it appeared, at least.

Xing Gu and Lin Zheng frowned slightly and exchanged a glance. In each other’s eyes, they saw the same puzzled expression.

He thought of several names in succession, but none seemed quite right. In the end, he fixed everything upon Cai’er, the woman he had never met, as though she were the source of it all.

Huang Tianshi pointed toward the distant wall. There was another hole there, two meters high and more than a meter wide—quite a large opening.

By the time Zhao Yun knocked down that security guard, every guard at the scene had already been felled. Some were unconscious, others injured, and none retained the slightest ability to fight back.

He shook his head and did not give it much thought. After exchanging a few careless words with Duan Ming, he went off to attend to his own affairs. At around ten o’clock, a familiar, obnoxious voice split the sky and pierced the ears of Duan Ming, who was sunbathing in front of the courtyard.

During this time, he would certainly have to tell them how his father had carried on an affair with Lin Fengtang’s wife back then.

Nan Zhijin approached Luo Minghan with graceful steps, her face glowing with springlike charm. “Brother Han, today I would like to perform a dance for everyone’s entertainment. I hope you will accompany me on the music shortly.”

The Great Immortal Huang was challenging me—comparing whose abilities were greater, whose presence was more imposing, whose resolve was steadier. She was testing me in every respect, and I could not afford to fear her.

Pang Xun thought it over and agreed. What had just happened truly was too extraordinary, and apart from Gong Tao’s whereabouts, he had failed to notice anything else. Since Second Brother Pang had put it that way, there had to be something worth paying attention to.

Snape appeared well prepared for this lesson. In truth, it was not the first time he had substituted for Lupin, but on previous occasions he had taught other year groups. For the third-year class attended by Tang Ning, however, this was a first.