Volume 1, Chapter 151: A Successful Escape

The matter was finally resolved, and Dong Yaozu was sent away.

"Damn, that’s incredibly powerful!" Taibai had severely underestimated the energy of this Ghost King, even if it was a nascent one.

"Is there something there?" Seeing Ouyang Pengcheng launching an attack at nothing, Mu Youhan asked with a puzzled expression.

As a result, the Water-Scale tribe added dozens more corpses to their tally. Because of this, the tribe dared not act rashly again, hoping to slowly exhaust their stamina. After all, they had plenty of supplies and time, whereas for Bi'er and the others, although they still had a fair amount of potions left, they could not hold out for much longer.

Seeing Jingrong speak in such a way, Hua Yao offered a gratified smile—not because Hua Yao lacked caution, but because Jingrong had once saved her from Ming Ling.

Qin Feng remained seated and motionless, as did Feng Xue. Qin Feng could sense the grievance beneath her eyes, yet he could not help her; he could only watch everything unfold helplessly.

The arc of the water ripples gradually expanded, forming an oval mirror, and within the mirror appeared the panoramic view of the mirage.

"Yes, it is indeed Ghost Qi!" Lan Yan sat in her chair, looking exhausted, and signaled for someone to bring a chair for the pale-faced Taibai before explaining the ins and outs of the situation to everyone.

"Youhan, what do you think is actually inside this cave?" Ouyang Pengcheng asked casually, as brewing tea was merely an excuse for idle chatter; needless to say, everyone present had their minds fixed on the treasures hidden within the cavern.

"Holy Monarch, do you mean that Zhanying knew we were tailing him?" Heishui Ji blurted out.

Back when they served at Prince Jing’s estate, that was truly glorious. Later, when the Prince fell from power, everyone suffered the consequences.

Hearing him say this, Qin Zhao’s head buzzed. His plan had been so meticulous, and there was no way anyone could have leaked the news. How could he possibly have known?

"Interesting! They say the Ghost-Wailing Sword is the personal blade of the Overlord of the Underworld; this is my first time witnessing its power. However, it shouldn't be limited to just this level, should it?" Brother Niu said lightly, though sweat was already streaming down both sides of his face.

"We are destined to fade away; this is your golden era." Lin Langtian sighed deeply. He looked at Jiang Huairen and said solemnly, "Your future is unpredictable, but it is destined to be anything but peaceful. This world is vast, and there are many unknown existences. Until you are strong enough—at the very least, until you reach the Immortal level—do not expose your power to control time."

"Do you think the police are looking for us solely because of Shen Zhibin’s death? They might also be investigating our involvement with those gambling dens. It hasn't been long since they were raided, and luckily we weren't there that night. The heat hasn't died down yet; since the police have come knocking, I suspect this will spread. Let’s lay low for a while," Ren Fu said.

Yan Hongtu suddenly smiled; this was a secret between him and Zhao Wuhen, and by this, he knew who the real Zhao Wuhen was.

Beyond astonishment, the Dean felt nothing but joy. This was the student with the highest aptitude the school had seen in years. The only regret was his age; by now, most eighteen-year-olds at the academy were already at graduation age, while Zhang Tian was only just beginning his studies.

In this palace set used for filming, if there were no one to lead the way, Qin Zhao truly would not have been able to find where Yan Yan and the others were staying.

Huangfu Yi knew deep down that the two people behind him possessed terrifying cultivation levels, at least at the lower stage of the Spirit Aperture Realm or higher. In such a situation, if they were caught, even if Luo Changfeng were at his pre-injury strength, he and his junior brother would have absolutely no chance of survival if they joined forces.