Chapter 23: Super Lucky

Yet at the very instant he drew his pistol and aimed it at Li Nan, her brow furrowed ever so slightly. Her right hand, which had been hidden inside her down jacket, suddenly shot forth, gripping a jet-black, icy pistol. In a flash, faster than the eye could follow, she pulled the trigger, aiming directly at Chief Zhou's gun-wielding wrist.

"Second Brother, I’ll let this one slide for old times’ sake—just this once!" Jiang Zhinan joked, mimicking a false generosity.

Wang Dong was filled with shock. It was the first time he had seen Huo Yuhao display such emotion, and he could not comprehend what had come over him. But he was certain it had something to do with Dai Huabin.

In the dark corner, the shadow, seeing Jiang Chen wholly occupied with the threat behind him, relaxed his vigilance and continued chanting his spell. Unexpectedly, the pale-white Primal Truefire lurking on the ground suddenly clung to her foot.

"Jiang Chen, time to get off the car. What evil schemes are you daydreaming about now?" Han Xiangju called out with a laugh, stepping down with the purple-gold qilin in her arms.

"Foolish creature. Your sister is nothing but a plaything by King Fell's side—what does she amount to?" Hearing the bald middle-aged man’s roar, the blond, blue-eyed man sneered with contempt.

In almost an instant, his foot landed squarely on the chest of a young man rushing at him, sending the youth flying backward, crashing to the ground, crying out in agony before he could slowly struggle back up.

The Ascension Elixir is a pill capable of advancing a Warrior at the initial Sovereign rank to mid-level Sovereign, and on the open market, it is prized beyond measure.

Other players’ Yasuos might dazzle and slay their enemies, but Liu Zhize’s Yasuo somehow managed to outplay himself to death.

Huo Yuhao and his six companions were still rather bewildered, but the seven from the Inner Court were clearly well accustomed to Elder Xuan’s methods.

Hallucinations might bring escape, but emotional infiltration can pierce through every barrier, striking directly at the heart and awakening feelings that are not one’s own. Perhaps then, the shield around the soul would crumble on its own.

All of this was what Liu Jie wished to do. Martial skill drove him, but did not control him; he dared to act as he pleased—who could say he was possessed?

He concealed himself here, observing the River Demon swallowing water and absorbing spiritual energy. Yet lacking enough fortune, he left with little gained.

"Alright then," Du Yueming replied casually. He said so because he disliked shouting slogans, though he did possess a certain competitive streak—he simply preferred to practice his own principles.

The founding of the Daoist Order shook the world, making the anti-Qin factions among the Hundred Schools, as well as the other six states, as wary as if facing a formidable enemy. In this era, the influence of the Daoists could not be ignored. With their addition, the already powerful Qin became truly unstoppable.

"It’s not that he’s invulnerable to blades and spears—his internal energy is just too formidable. We can’t pierce his energy to injure him!" Beigong Han explained.

By the time Zhou Jin took the chief seat in the council hall, the Elder had already recounted all that had transpired in recent days.

"Her disappearance is an unexpected mystery. How many clues do you have regarding this?" Du Zhengyi inquired.

He pressed his palm against the sword’s edge, slicing it open so blood flowed onto the blade. As it traced the sword’s length, the shadow upon the blade grew more sinister, suffusing the area with a bloody aura. The celestial sword itself gave little response.

Her delicate skin was flawless, her long curled lashes like two black feathers, and her exquisitely sculpted features were truly exceptional. Even her thickly painted lips were just two slender, charming cherry blossoms.

"Cousin, what brings you here? Is something the matter?" Mo Huasheng and Qiao Qing were both draped in broad cloaks, as if about to depart on an important journey.

"Du Long! All of this started with you. If you don’t want my Black Killers to hunt you down after this, disperse your people immediately and we’ll let bygones be bygones. Otherwise..." Reluctant to admit his fault in public, Luo Hu could only grit his teeth and pin his hopes on Du Long.

A Ghost King, a divine beast—unless it was the pressure of the Ghost Emperor himself, nothing else could possibly affect me.

But just as everything was finally prepared, a series of booming explosions erupted not far from where they were standing.

"And what else..." Mu Yuelan maintained her posture, but the menace in her tone grew heavier.

In Mu Xiang’s view, it was better to tear down the fields and build a garment workshop than to keep farming.

When Xue Yifeng heard that he was willing to take Liang Yuchen into the Yanhuang leyline to revive Liang Yuxing, Liang Ye was beside himself with excitement, personally flying Liang Yuxing’s corpse over in a private jet.

"Min’er, is your father hiding from Mo Huasheng? Is that why he’s like this?" Cheng Mo had already left, but Wei Xiangjun’s face was grim as she questioned Cheng Min.

Not long ago, after Du Long suddenly erupted and slew four of the most powerful beings from beyond the domains, Shui Bingling finally glimpsed a ray of hope and her face showed at last a look of relief.

As the group drew near the spatial rift, a massive blade of light suddenly slashed past. Everyone hurriedly piloted the Phoenix to evade. Once the danger passed, Long and the others broke out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, their spiritual power was high enough to sense the killing intent within the rift in advance, or else they truly would not have escaped.