Volume 1, Chapter 70: Sudden Attack!

Hearing this voice, Xu Jiayi trembled slightly.

"Dad..."

The man stood against the light, and a heavy slap was about to land on Xu Jiayi's face.

Qiao Yuan stepped forward and caught the man's wrist just before the blow struck Xu Jiayi.

Mo Che brought Luo Youge back to Xuan'an City without any grand procession, leaving the soldiers and servants far behind. The wind was somewhat chilly, so Mo Che draped his own cloak over Luo Youge and pulled her into his embrace.

Then, when the insect swarm rioted, once the chaos began, the situation spiraled out of control. Those that were tended to fared better, but the Second Team of Taizhong City had no one to look after them.

A Gege who had pulled herself together was not to be trifled with; after the Prince Consort brought his white moonlight into the residence, she finally revealed her true colors.

"Isn't this much better now? Your manager stubbornly refused to grant a refund earlier, which put me in a bad mood and made me throw a few punches. Look at those smashed-up cars..." The blonde-haired man rubbed his knuckles while deliberately putting on an apologetic expression.

"Fortunately, I didn't get lost this time..." Looking up at the tall and magnificent building before him, inscribed with the words "Alchemists' Guild," Yezang felt an indescribable sense of overwhelming majesty.

Madam Zhao folded her hands over her abdomen and nodded with arrogant condescension. She could understand; since her son was already getting on in years and had yet to give her a grandson, his mind must be troubled, and he simply couldn't bear to see others doing well. She understood completely.

"So it was you." No wonder Yezang had found that presence so familiar; it was none other than Uzuki Yugao.

"It's fine, we can just make him sing for us outside the glass door! Through the glass, he won't be able to see us anyway!" Ying Lei came up with another idea.

There was a trace of imperceptible trembling hidden beneath her calm tone, but it failed to escape that person's sharp eyes.

"Second Master, do you think we should still kill this Yang Ming or not?" Although the skinny man harbored a deep, bone-crushing hatred for Yang Ming, when faced with a matter of such vital importance to his own life and limb, he had to weigh his own strength carefully and think twice before acting.

A fierce gale erupted from Yagyu Masahiro as the center. Aside from a few leaders, everyone else was sent sprawling, completely disheveled and thrown into total disorder.

Under current circumstances, if he were to let Qi Hai go now, who could possibly predict what kind of things they might do?

"Chop off his head with a single blade?" This time, it wasn't just Qin Yuan who gasped; the Cheng family members were also filled with utter shock. No one had expected Mu Qingyu to act with such ruthless efficiency.

Even the collapsed houses, along with the toppled flower beds and bricks, were made either of metallic materials or of stones so heavily saturated with metal that they possessed ultimate durability.

Subsequently, everyone remained in place, taking care not to disturb Guchen at this juncture.

Shuffling in his slippers, Zhou Xiaohu walked along while fiercely hurling curses. He desperately wanted to go and grab Qin Yuan by the ear right now, beat him soundly, and demand an explanation for what on earth he had done to make even the City Lord aware of his grand name.

"Lin'er, please open the door, won't you? Whatever we need to talk about, let's open the door and discuss it first, okay?" A'chen's long, flowing black hair fluttered in the wind, a few stray strands veiling his brows and eyes. He could not bear to let Lin'er face this alone.

Yang Ming exhaled a breath of stale air from his chest, glanced at the slight fluctuations in the boy's vital signs on his phone, and resumed the acupuncture.

Ruan Yu's injuries were partly inflicted by others, and partly caused by her own tyrannical internal energy backfiring while she was practicing her sect's cultivation techniques.

When a javelin flew over from the opposing black-feather faction to return the favor, a chaotic melee officially broke out. Javelins and wooden arrows densely crisscrossed the air, raining down upon the rival positions. The combatants on both sides scattered—some dropping flat to the ground, some crouching, others throwing and shooting—each fighting in their own erratic way.