Chapter 40: The Way to Court Death

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Meanwhile, the others began clearing the battlefield. Both gigantic beasts were at the Nascent Soul stage, and every inch of them was filled with rare treasures.

Simply carving up and harvesting their flesh had taken the group a tremendous amount of effort. How to divide the spoils remained another difficult problem.

For now, however, their most urgent task was to find Ye Chen, who had gone missing. After all, although the disciples of the Heavenly Sect had endured great hardship this time, they had still maintained a perfect record of no casualties.

Along the way, they had seen the remains of quite a few cultivators...

“Pippen, you’re different from everyone else. You don’t fit in with the world at all. It’s as if you regard this place as a stage. But Philadelphia was never destined to be your stage. Philadelphia has chosen Allen. This stage belongs to Allen.” Larry Brown was being utterly unreasonable.

A fence stood before the racetrack, with guards stationed beside it. Two NPCs in close-fitting combat attire stopped Chen Feng.

Many others shared the same question. Within a single day, throughout the entire Imperial Court—whether the Inner Court or the Outer Court, whether they had been invited or not—most of the high-ranking nobles had already heard that Ximeng was preparing to host a grand banquet.

Perhaps no fear had arisen in his own heart, but his players were already feeling it.

Xiao He did not open his eyes, but from the voice, he determined that the person he had caught was Wang Qingya.

Yet clearly, neither Allen nor Pippen on the court was the kind of player who would silently accept his tactics and passively await either success or failure.

Precisely because of this, the positions between them had long since undergone a earth-shaking transformation. That being the case, even if it meant leaving the various schools of thought and the great aristocratic clans out in the cold, they would simply have to endure it.

Jinyang ordered his subordinates to rest for a little over an hour. Their depleted energy had more or less recovered, and Lian Feng and the Azure-Winged Demon Lizard once again shot into the sky, flying toward that monster tribe. They intended to lure out a second wave of Azure-Bearded Birds.

Not long afterward, the two dark shadows suddenly stopped in midair. A hearty laugh rang out, and Tiansha’s figure appeared. Clutched tightly in his hand was a strange object as thick as an arm, and he returned to Jinyang.

“Uh!” The defending general immediately fell silent. He wanted the credit, but he did not want to stake his life for it.

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The Prince of Jin gazed deeply at the talisman burning between her fingers and was just about to speak when Lu Zhaoling tore open his clothing with one hand and pressed the burning talisman against his chest with the other.

When the disciples of the Heavenly Camp heard this, they were once again so shocked that they stared at one another in disbelief, their mouths hanging wide open.

That unbearable past was Jiang Sheng’s scar. Now Ling Yun had exposed it publicly. No matter how exceptional his composure was, his emotions were inevitably affected.

Wu Kaishan knew how urgent the situation was. The brothers had accepted the Sword God Qingfeng’s commission to protect Jiang Sheng. If anything happened to him, they would be doomed.

Whenever he and Sisi spoke on the phone, she would usually answer immediately. Unless she was genuinely unable to get away, she would always call back at once.

Ji Mingche ended the call, a hypocritical smile appearing on his face. “You...” He had barely uttered the word when Xiao Zhihen’s fist slammed viciously into him.

From the moment Grand Secretary Du had forcefully broken off the engagement between his family and the Heir of the Prince of Zhennan, the Du family had effectively slapped the Crown Prince in the face.

Feeling his intense gaze, Jian Si inexplicably panicked. She lost her grip, and the bowl covered in suds slipped from her hands. She hurriedly reached out to catch it, only to be jabbed by something submerged in the foamy water. She inhaled sharply in pain.

The man’s heart sank. He had invited her to dinner today—did that mean their earlier plan to eat together in the cafeteria was ruined?

Thus, after Qing Bichen heard Ye Feng’s words, she stopped right where she was and silently prayed for him.

Holding the two children, she did not dare go far. She fed them behind the screen in the room. Afterward, she carried them over to Su Qianqian.

As the abbot of Shaolin, Zhao Zimo would inevitably be recognized if he killed Kublai with a single sword strike, and the Yuan Dynasty would undoubtedly send troops to suppress Shaolin Temple.

Tian Tian was somewhat stunned and embarrassed. The moment she was told to stop, she stopped, without the slightest warning. She had been completely absorbed in what she was doing.

Lin Fei watched Zhu Xiashun and the others flee while injured, thinking that he had actually been deceived by Zhu Xiashun for a moment. He could not help lowering his head with a smile.

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“I’m not very good at this. I’ve never played before...” Chi En’en was not afraid; she was simply worried that she would not know how to operate it once she flew up.

“Three chiefs, what will your choice be?” Lin Fei looked with interest at the three chiefs of Pingyang Stronghold before him.

“What?” Qi Jie shouted. He then accelerated the flying ship and charged forward. Although he said nothing more, his actions made it clear that this was an extremely dangerous undertaking.

Su Moli did not hesitate either. She raised her hand, and a five-colored ribbon radiating a surging Daoist aura appeared in her grasp.

The head of the Dugu family spoke coldly. His son, Dugu Long, had been killed by Ye Feng during the Grand Tournament of the Heavenly Profound Martial府. There was no need to say more about the hatred he bore toward Ye Feng.

After hearing the shout, Gao Zijian retreated as well, but the dagger in his hand still pointed at Dong Haonan. He showed no intention of relaxing—not because he did not want to, but because he did not dare.

Therefore, Han Weizhong temporarily handed the Battle Conquest Group over to his younger brother and likewise entrusted him with the position of guild leader, while giving the command authority over the guild’s players to Battle Conquest Disciple.

They had gone only a dozen or so steps when, from a fork on the right, they faintly heard someone speaking. Because the fire behind them was raging and there was so much interference, even Xingyue’s keen hearing could not make out the words clearly.

“Your Majesty, word has it that he married an incomparable beauty and cannot bear to leave her side. He even takes all three meals in his room,” Gao Lishi replied, barely suppressing his laughter.

While everyone marveled at the Ghost Golden Ram’s vast vocabulary, they were even more astonished by the intelligence of the Kui Wood Wolf. Who would have thought that such a vivid boss could express its intelligence through a two-digit skill—and that the number would be no higher than eighty?

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