Volume One, Chapter 44: Zombie Crystal Cores

“Wait, put me down.”

Lin Yi suddenly stopped Gu Ke just as he was about to continue forward.

How could this be? A supreme powerhouse in the Second Dao-Cutting Realm had actually been killed by a single backlash from the restriction? Everyone felt as though they were trapped in a dream, overwhelmed by astonishment and bewilderment that made their souls tremble.

He had originally assumed that Xu Yong would not know, and even thought that Xu Yong no longer remembered what he looked like. He had never imagined that Xu Yong would remember him so clearly.

If they removed their masks, changed back into their tribe’s traditional clothing, and made a few disguises, they could disappear into the crowd. How could anyone find them so easily? Without the demonic beast tide, they might still have investigated the matter carefully, but given the current circumstances, it was best to set it aside for now.

Li Xunsi was deeply shaken. Such a powerful demonic beast had actually died at his hands. Judging from his expression, he did not seem to be lying. It seemed they had to maintain a good relationship with him; otherwise, if he regarded them as enemies, they would suffer terribly.

Ai Long had always been someone who kept everything under his control. He did not want anything to fall outside his expectations or beyond his command.

After crossing into this world, she had barely managed to preserve her life. She had endured humiliation and hardship to survive until now; she could not allow an accident during childbirth to make the Second Madam and Gao Hanleng abandon her.

“What is the marquis angry about? Back then, you did not know my name either.”

Shen Nuanyu was not at all concerned about making matters worse. Instead, she spoke with a hint of provocation.

When the people behind him saw Feng Jing leave, they were naturally bewildered. None of them understood why the usually benevolent Feng Jing had shown such ruthlessness today.

As he spoke, Shang Yu turned the ring-pommel saber around and offered it to the other man by pinching the blade between two fingers, utterly unafraid that his opponent might seize it and suddenly attack him.

“Very well. If we continue rushing about like this, my body will not hold out much longer. Shang Yu, have your people lead the way.”

After hearing Shang Yu’s words, Li Yanhong’s expression changed several times. Then, as though she had finally made up her mind, she nodded.

In truth, the reason supreme battle techniques were called supreme was that they had already surpassed the limits the human body could endure. Therefore, injury was unavoidable.

Fang Guohuan had originally been merely curious and wanted to see what the “Spirit Chess Art” was. He had never intended to seek predictions or divinations. When Liu Cheng asked him, however, he suddenly had no idea what he should ask to have divined.

“This... would be ideal, but mobilizing troops on such a large scale certainly cannot escape the notice of the Later Qin spies. Is there really a chance of success?”

Yang Feng asked the question.

“Why are you looking for her?”

The responsible young man asked warily. To these younger members of the martial world, anyone who dared address their gang leader by name was automatically suspect.

The water shield was not magic, but a technique for controlling water, much like a water sphere. As Ella moved, a rippling shield of water swiftly formed around Fire Warrior Two.

Liu Xing and Gao Shou glared at each other once again. Sparks blazed from their four eyes, as though they were silently declaring: I want to duel you—in secret.

Seeing how mild-tempered Da Peng was, the Golden Hairpin Daoist sighed in admiration before saying with relief, “Fellow Daoist Da Peng truly has a kind heart.”

The Bronze Hairpin Daoist also began to regard Da Peng with a gentler gaze.

With a furious roar, Liu Ye transformed into a streak of black lightning, his body as swift as a drawn sword, and charged toward Feng Bailu, who was being engulfed and battered repeatedly by the Crimson Comet.

By the reign of the Kangxi Emperor, the Han Chinese had become far less resistant to Manchu Qing rule than they once were. Most Han Chinese even regarded serving as an official in the imperial court as an honor.

His own running speed was no weaker. He could accelerate to one hundred meters per second in less than three seconds, and after putting on a gliding suit, he could even tread upon the air and fly.