Extra Chapter 8

Upon seeing the wound on that fat-headed man, Li Tianqi immediately thought of Jiang Yan, the elusive assassin in black he had encountered at the mountain pond; both bore the exact same injury.

"Then don't wear it," Zhang Donghai said. "Give me your hand, let me check your pulse and see how the baby is doing." Zhang Donghai pulled Zhao Qiaozhen's hand over, checked her pulse for a moment, and found that both Zhao Qiaozhen and the child were in robust health.

He let out a muffled grunt and pitched forward, crashing to the ground. At the very moment of his fall, he saw the Three Fiends of the Nether Realm suffer the exact same fate—blood spurting from their throats as they dropped silently. The Three Fiends had truly become nether ghosts.

At that moment, the black smoke coalesced into the robed fiend he had encountered in the forest that day. Wielding a short blade in each hand, a blinding white light erupted from within his dark cloak, radiating a fierce and hostile intent.

"Clang—" The two broadswords collided heavily, sending sparks flying in all directions. Their strengths were evenly matched, but Chen Guang won out through sheer momentum and his absolute confidence in taking over the Azure Dragon Gang's territory tonight. Yu Qinglong, the leader of the Azure Dragon Gang, had already been eliminated by Xiao Yunfei, which instilled in him boundless confidence.

Why else would they say Yin Xuejing and the young Mo Fan were cut from the same cloth? No matter what you said, they would simply refuse to admit it to the bitter end.

Meanwhile, Qishan glared viciously at Yao Ju, cursing under his breath, "Vile bitch, I'll kill you for this." As he spoke, he instinctively touched the scar on his face.

However, the tremors within the stone chamber were growing increasingly violent, and the roaring impact of some massive object crashing against the mountain walls forced him to channel his internal energy to protect his eardrums.

"I..." Li Tianqi no longer knew what to say. At this moment, he truly had nothing to his name, and if he were to appear abruptly before Ouyang Xueying, he was genuinely unwilling, feeling utterly consumed by shame. Yet, he could not simply wait here to be toyed with by them either.

The man's body was sent flying downward by the immense impact, slamming straight into the ninja who was attacking Tang Feng's lower extremities. The two collided like a pair of head-on freight trucks, their skulls instantly shattering, flesh and blood spraying everywhere as they died on the spot.

Huang Yong and Huang Cheng possessed slightly superior cultivation, managing to break free from the sword-qi dragon, though they suffered lacerations all over their bodies with blood gushing out. Nevertheless, achieving an instantaneous union of man and sword, they attempted to flee.

"Thank you, Feng Ji." Ling Miao did not know what else to say, and could only express his current feelings with a simple "thank you."

Under such circumstances, the antique artworks hidden within the secret compartments were no different from those displayed elsewhere in the apartment, which actually favored their preservation.

Cian did not interrupt Wang Jisheng's speech; instead, she used her gaze to encourage him to continue.

"Such formidable spear intent! When did the Master master this Nine Nether Spear Technique?" Tail-Black turned his head to look at the surrounding soldiers of the Changlin Army.

Dilong drove the car, carrying Xiang Yongtai, Huizhizhuo, and others, as they appeared on the road leading back to the city, speeding along all the way. Although the road was somewhat bumpy, it was far less noticeable now, and the route was much wider and smoother than when they had first driven in.

In fact, company security personnel had been stationed here all along, and early this morning, another security team had arrived to thoroughly inspect the surrounding area.

Just like modern-day Japan, why do they constantly bow and scrape before their American master? Isn't it simply because they were beaten into submission?

Yet her words clearly had no effect; Mo Kai-chen still pressed the accelerator to the floor, leaving a roaring gust of wind in his wake as he sped across the elevated highway.

The afterglow of the "dizzying twilight" once again cast its grace upon the earth, but inside the headquarters of the Anhe Association, it was now like a living purgatory. Aside from the carnage inflicted by the two youths who had "breached the mountain gate," a squad of dark figures wandered through the shadows like merciless ghosts, baring their fangs at every living soul they encountered and stripping away their sin-laden souls.

Hearing this, everyone was stunned. Even the elderly residents of Sijiaping Village had never imagined that grave robbers would ever patronize their parts. Had anyone known there was a grand ancient tomb here, they wouldn't have suffered through decades of poverty.

Canghai said, "How would I know which precinct has jurisdiction over this place? Actually, I've only been here once before... the last time was when I came to buy a water pump..."

Looking at that precarious sign, reminiscent of an illegal massage parlor at a rural crossroads in the 1990s, he had to summon eighteen layers of courage just to point it out to Yue Linghan.

When others mocked her humble background, she consoled herself by thinking: It's fine, this is the twenty-first century; what talk is there of high and low birth? As long as I don't look down upon myself, that's all that matters.

Seeing that escape was hopeless, Baici could only scurry away in a flurry, quickly gathering everything Wan Qingqing had requested.

The three of them pulled three brown robes, three pairs of leather boots, and three cloth hoods out of a sack.

Although I hadn't expected things to turn out this way today, I didn't give up on myself; instead, I thought of ways to handle it on my way home.

There were still two patients waiting to be treated, but after witnessing the multi-person brawl, they were utterly terrified—how could they possibly still dare to stay for medical treatment?

A charming smile bloomed across Mu Manni's face, giving Jiang Chengce a genuine impulse to marry her.

With just a single glance, Chen Rong was snapped out of her trance. Under his gaze, she felt slightly suffocated, and instinctively took a quiet step backward.

Most of these contestants' performances were quite conventional, simply showcasing their own specialties—which, of course, was also the safest approach. The audience watched with unflagging enthusiasm, while the guests in the VIP seats had long since lost interest.