33 The Unexpected Exposure

On the other side, taking advantage of the enemy’s distraction, Xie Feng darted toward the only carriage in the caravan. At the forefront were three cultivators in the Inedia stage and several high-level Qi Refining guards, all struggling to fend off the siege of a few figures in black.

Taunts, mockery, and even malicious insults stirred Zhong Zhong’s temper, making him itch to rush over and trade blows with the demonic cultivators.

After two days of hard travel, Wang Huan arrived, dusty and weary, outside Hanzhong City. He didn't even enter the city, heading straight for the Bureau of Armaments. This left the newly appointed Magistrate and Garrison Commander of Hanzhong waiting at the city gates until they were bone-tired, only to learn that the Marquis had no intention of entering the city at all.

From the outside, the courtyard seemed to be situated in a place of great feng shui, surrounded by birdsong and fragrant flowers a mile out, which made him wonder why no one had claimed it. But as he drew closer, he sensed a distinct, unusual odor—in short, it was foul. At the time, he thought to himself, could this be the legendary place where alchemy is practiced?

"Oh, I've told you already, don't use my Korean name; call me Tiffany," Stephanie Hwang protested to Kim Taeyeon, sensitive about her Korean name.

"Could it be that even a master like Elder Yan, who has stepped into the Golden Core stage, doesn't know the reason behind this?" Xie Feng couldn't help but ask.

As a third-grade green lotus manifested, twenty of its twenty-seven petals turned solid, instantly transforming into streaks of cyan sword light that shot toward the Seven-Star Deer Spirit.

Breakfast wasn't the time for roasted meat, so the two retrieved a pot from the kitchen and had Sun Zhengxiang and the others build a simple iron rack. They set the pot over the campfire and began simmering a soup with the meat left over from yesterday.

With Feng Ge in his left hand and Tian Sha in his right, he gave his wrists a slight shake; the scabbards flew off and landed on the ground in the distance.

His heart was in turmoil, and without realizing it, he changed how he addressed Wang Huan, shifting from "Commander Wang" to "Marquis Wang," and demoted himself to "this humble general." It was clear how agonizing it was for this straightforward soldier to force himself to mask his guilty conscience.

Looking at Xin Feng, who watched her with a grieving expression, she suddenly recalled the face of her younger brother, filled with sorrow and indignation, back when she was abducted by the Haotian Tribe.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Liu Lang, I can help you find He Tiantian; I would even risk my life to help you rescue her. But you must also help me slay my enemy. How about it?" Fan Bingxue said to me.

For this purpose, Xin Feng specially appointed Ruoxi as the Chief Battlefield Procurement Officer. Do not be fooled by the unassuming title; her authority was unimaginably vast.

"It seems that after a few years in this village, you have both gained immense benefits." Kui Niu’s eyes glowed with divine light. Under the mysterious and profound power lingering in the village, the bodies of the two beasts had been transformed.

The killing intent in Meng Qian’s eyes deepened. He never wanted to court trouble, yet there were always self-righteous people who brought trouble to his doorstep.

Behind him stood thousands of figures—some with human heads and animal bodies, others with animal faces and human bodies. Even those who looked somewhat human were neither truly man nor demon.

When the two reached Lei Long’s office, they saw a ghost with a ghastly pale face, covered in green baleful energy, and with a clear bullet hole in its head, sitting quite calmly in the boss’s chair.

Liu Meili locked the bathroom door from the inside, then took an iron rod used for fixing toilets from the utility room and wedged it across the outside of the stall door where Tong Lele was trapped.

Zhan Wuzha had never before had the chance to use his body-refining abilities and did not know how recovery would work after "reforming from a drop of blood." Moreover, the body-refining array he had condensed did not record the structure of a Golden Core primordial spirit, so he had no way to begin recovery.

Sasuke’s expression was tense and he was so anxious that he became distracted, his eyes darting around as he tried to find clues for the attacker's next move while simultaneously scouting for an escape route.

Dozens of miles away, countless wild beasts, demonic beasts, and spirit beasts looked up at the red light in the sky, howling. They had no idea what it was.

"If there really is an Eternal Saint-level supreme powerhouse inside that sarcophagus, your spiritual avatar shouldn't be this weak." Qi Ming exerted force, causing black chains around his body to crack and shatter into dark fragments.

The gambling den manager ignored the bickering between Ye Shaoxuan and Gu Buque, silently calculating how high his earnings would pile up once he hooked this fat sheep, Gu Buque.

The long sword hummed. With a roar, he leveled the boulder with a single strike, then swung his sword again on the side of the rock where a poem had already been carved.

The appearance of an eyewitness at a murder scene was a major taboo in the underworld! Feng Shaoguo cursed silently and lowered his head as much as possible so the other party wouldn't notice him.

After finishing, Luo Caiyu looked at Ji Wei with her large eyes, hoping he could tell her the specifics. Though she didn't hold out much hope, she still wanted Qi Ming to understand more.

Safety was the priority; after all, he did not yet have the qualifications to be reckless. To find his aunt and brother, he had to stay alive first.

This kind of dominance was not something everyone possessed; this kind of heroic spirit was not something everyone could display when facing such a situation.

After settling his own affairs, Yang Chen pondered while looking at the cultivator before him. The cultivator felt a chill as Yang Chen scrutinized him, knowing he had been targeted, and went on full alert.

Lu Ming watched him—a guard in his twenties with cultivation at the Spirit Spring realm. A wicked curve touched Lu Ming’s lips, his eyes turned dark and gloomy, and he curled his fingers into a claw, lunging fiercely at the guard.

Because there were no benefits, core players naturally drifted away, joining more promising large guilds.

But the problem was that in the two men's all-out strike, their arms had been numbed by the recoil transmitted through their weapons, to the point where they couldn't even lift them.