Chapter 132: Blood Feud

The previous chapter left off with Xue Yingxian being kicked to the ground by Qin Yuanqing and Xi. Soldiers stepped forward, pressing the tips of their blades and spearheads against his chest, demanding that he surrender obediently without a struggle.

Overwhelmed with despair, Xue Yingxian recalled how, ever since leaving his master, he had become entangled with Xiao Ling in his quest to avenge his elder brother, ultimately leading to his expulsion from the rebel camp. Fortunately, he had crossed paths with the Wei brothers and formed a bond of sworn brotherhood, closer than that of biological kin. Now, merely because of a momentary fit of stubbornness, he had caused the death of his sworn younger brother Wei Hu and ended up captured. From this day forward, there was no telling how much humiliation he would have to endure.

Those past events flashed through his mind as though they had happened only yesterday, filling Xue Yingxian with boundless regret and remorse.

Pondering over it all, a silent sigh escaped his lips: Enough! Enough! Enough! What reason is there for me to keep living in this world?......

His intentions were well-conceived, but the outcome was that Mirror materialized directly behind him, cutting off his escape route. Accompanying her was the support hero Master Lu Ban, making it yet another three-man ambush cornering him.

Chu Yechen’s expression slowly shifted. He opened his mouth as if he had a mountain of words to say, yet he was utterly powerless.

Lulu and I ate our noodles, each harboring our own thoughts. Even the shrimp noodles, usually my favorite, were somehow difficult to swallow today. The weather outside was gloomy, and a gust of cold wind swept in whenever someone pushed open the door.

It was as though countless mushrooms were drifting down from the skies of Summoner's Rift, scattering and falling in every direction like a swirling shower of mushrooms.

Shortly after, Chen Mo began to channel the inner energy of the Great Dao Formula, arousing the extreme cold Qi dormant within his body and directing it toward his palm, which had turned black from the Fiery Qilin Fruit.

Although Zhao Zhen had never witnessed Li Chong’s true strength, he trusted Feng Yuan. Both of them were Grade-A Ghost Tamers, and besides, they knew each other’s temperaments well. For Old Feng to treat the young man with such regard, it was evident that the newcomer possessed extraordinary capabilities.

With rapt concentration, Li Qi used his spiritual power to guide the carving of the Magic Source Imprint. With every single movement, his spiritual energy was rapidly depleted, beads of sweat broke out across his forehead, and his complexion grew increasingly pale and weak.

My mother cast a complex glance at my way, but ultimately turned and walked away without uttering a word. No doubt she and my father would soon have to face all manner of storms and tempests. Yet such was the world of adults, devoid of even a fleeting moment of peace.

However, Su Li seemed to have also seen through his opponent's intentions. In the final second before his ultimate ability was about to expire, he directly used it to shift and swap positions, landing close to Yuan Ge. Following that, he lunged forward with his first skill to refresh his abilities once more, delivered a basic attack, immediately used Smite, chained it with his second skill, and followed up with yet another basic attack and skill.

How awkward it was—truly as awkward as awkward could be. Xia Rumo opened her mouth, desperately wishing she could explain, but there was simply no way to do so.

Some of the people in the audience began to murmur amongst themselves. Seeing their expressions, Xia Dongdong nodded in satisfaction and continued, "Next, let us invite the first item for auction: the Taiji Yin-Yang Sword." As soon as these words were spoken, an uproar erupted through the venue. Yet I remained somewhat bewildered and clueless.

Though this vampire puppet was reputed to be undying, it was not truly immortal. When faced with formidable adversaries—such as Wang Chen—it would perish all the same.

"Just like that," Lu Yu reaffirmed with a serious expression, though inside he was already convulsing with the urge to burst into explosive laughter.

Treating these two to a meal naturally could not be handled casually by picking out some dingy alleyway diner the way he usually did when hanging out with Old Zou and the others.

"Hmph~ This is the fate of anyone who dares to make an enemy of me." Lin Yi put away his demonic sword and glanced at the spirit bird perched motionlessly on a protruding rock nearby.

If one were to search for the most unconventional student in the history of the Central Academy of Drama, Lin Mu believed he would undoubtedly be the first to come to mind.

According to Lu Yu’s deductions, the method of Qi circulation driven by internal pressure mode demanded exceedingly little from one's divine consciousness. As long as the body gradually adapted to this state, converting it into a natural physical instinct, the probability of advancing into the Xiantian realm was exceptionally high.

The oppressive force that had bound Lin Yi’s entire body instantly dissipated, and his limp form collapsed heavily to the ground.

Before Toba Jie became the Khan, he had once united the tribes surrounding Donghu, and Jia Zuo had entered the ranks of the Donghu tribal army during that very alliance.