Chapter 53: Reaping What One Sows

Cheng Xingyu stood outside the door with a cold smile, her expression full of pride. She raised her hand to block Jiang Yu’s movement, the smile on her face tinged with mockery.

“Jiang Yu, don’t be so quick to close the door. I’ve come to introduce you to someone important.”

Jiang Yu was taken aback. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a short, plump middle-aged man behind Cheng Xingyu, grinning lewdly. He propped one hand on the doorframe, and...

Rumors spread that although the two generals of the Qin family had not proclaimed themselves emperor, the Rouran people had already submitted to them, calling one the Emperor of the Northwest Asura and the other the Emperor of the Northern Rakshasa.

The triumphant Absolute No God could not have anticipated that Chen Xingyu, who gradually became powerless against his golden body, would be his undoing.

In truth, the elixir of immortality could only be used on living beings, its effects limited to restoring strength, healing wounds, and curing illnesses.

Roger, running ahead, suddenly stopped in his tracks, and was immediately overtaken by the mercenary king. Yet, as soon as he passed Roger, the mercenary king also hurriedly halted, standing dumbfounded with Roger as they gazed ahead.

Yes, she was not the heir’s wife—in that moment, Song Wan’er was their mistress, the one who could stand shoulder to shoulder with their master.

Zong Zhenghe chuckled and said, “Watch carefully. The reason the school administrators haven’t issued any clarifications is surely because there are things hidden they don’t want everyone to know. Be patient—Su Ke will return sooner or later, and then the truth will come to light.”

After all water-elemental energy had been released, the mechanical dragon slowly closed its jaws, while Sager, shrouded in clouds and mist high in the sky, remained eerily motionless.

“Sigh, Ghost Mother doesn’t know Xin’er’s temperament. To send this little rascal into the lamp wick for no reason—I fear we’re all in for headaches,” Jieyu also approached, her brows knitted in worry.

For now, the situation looked promising. Su Ke glanced instinctively at the clock—less than two minutes remained until class officially started.

Chen Xingyu knew the Sword Saint’s condition was dire, so he explained their deal in the shortest and most direct words.

The pressure in Hong Zhong’s mind eased. Once whatever was tangled around his head was finally unraveled, a rush of clarity swept through him. Though he still felt drowsy and muddled, it was no longer so heavy.

“Strike!” The Demon Lord gave the command, and countless sword-shaped energies descended like a storm. Chief of the Mei Clan bore the brunt; though his skills were formidable, a black energy sword pierced straight through his chest.

Hong Zhong let out a heavy breath, asked for directions to sell the coordinate measuring device, and dashed out in a hurry.

Blood boiling, his knees bent slightly, and his body, propelled by immense energy, shot forward like a cannonball, rocketing toward the distant pope hundreds of meters away.

The man in the red-faced mask nodded, “Very well, you’ve chosen your own path to death—don’t blame me for being ruthless!” With that, he swung his arm fiercely and shouted, “Attack!” Then he led Edo Kawashima and seventy-eight others out of the encirclement.

Caught up in my happy thoughts, I couldn’t help but grin foolishly. By then, I would be the nemesis of all warriors: when you swing your blade at me, I feel nothing, yet you must endure a rebound of equal force to your own attack—what could be more invincible?

At this moment, what else could he say but “I’m sorry”? Anything more would be pointless—everything else was superfluous.

The treasure trembled and emitted another torrent of Buddhist light, this time aimed at the surging purple firewave following close behind the firebird.

His words faltered, blood sprayed from his head, his eyes rolled upward, and vaguely, the hilt of a blade could be seen. Without the support of the soldiers on either side, his body wavered, then collapsed with a thud.

During the battle, the Black Tortoise hovered thousands of feet above the ground. Its immense size could be seen even from the city of the swift raptors. Perhaps, maybe, presumably, possibly, it was this sight that instilled fear in these people.