Volume One, Chapter 69: The Old Madman

At this moment, within the forbidden ground, Ji Die remained unaware of what was happening outside. After the trembling around him ceased, he forced himself to calm down and listened intently to the sounds.

On the main peak outside, Liu Tao heard voices pledging to share the fate of the Seven Mysteries Sect. He gazed bitterly at those resolute faces, each ready for sacrifice.

"Liu Tao, stop hesitating! Let us inspect, then quickly withdraw from the Seven Mysteries Sect!" Another cold shout echoed from the sky, impatience seeping through. They restrained themselves from acting, though the five Golden Core cultivators on their side could overwhelm Liu Tao. Yet, if Liu Tao resisted desperately, he might drag one down with him. They remained wary.

"Fine! We shall leave the Seven Mysteries Sect—let you search..." As he spoke, the basketball in his hand drew a perfect arc through the air, soaring toward the hoop.

Meanwhile, the opposing stone assistant surged forward, leading the charge. He unleashed his Q skill, "Seismic Shard," at Qiu Mu's Frost Archer. A shard of rock shot toward her, shattering as it struck, slowing her briefly and successfully halting her pursuit.

The ambushed giant, enraged, turned and struck the attacker, sending him flying. This time, the giant's anger surpassed the earlier outburst. Though the blow hadn't wounded him, it certainly hurt. The victim spat blood in midair, most of his bones likely broken; he wouldn't live much longer.

"I know you were moved just now. Are you thinking of giving yourself to me? Brother… it's my first time, you need to be gentle!" Xiang Yang grinned wickedly, shamelessly teasing.

Cat Cake's explanation: Why did formidable figures like Beliel and Kili fail to notice the sudden departure of the messenger leopard and rabbit?

Platini was also pleased with how things unfolded, for if these clubs were established, their first priority would be to reach an agreement with UEFA and FIFA.

Later, she simply set her phone to block unknown calls, refusing any without a name. At that moment, Fang Yu called, saying he was waiting for her at the Yangtze Road intersection to inspect a hotel together.

"You’re right, I do intend to repay you—but not in the way you imagine. How about it? Do you have time to talk?" Hugo laughed as he stepped out of the shop.

Chen Bo watched in confusion. He didn't know why, but the actions of the vengeful spirit were definitely suspicious. At the very least, it—or whoever controlled it—valued the Mirror Ghost immensely.

Only, now was not the time to investigate the true intentions behind the two paper figures. Chen Bo pursed his lips and raised his right hand again.

Jiang Yi had done all he could, not wasting a single day, and felt no regrets.

Mei Mo glared fiercely at Rong’er, feeling she’d gotten off easily. The look frightened Rong’er, who shrank back, disbelief mingling with fear in her eyes. Why was Jade Princess so accommodating?

"Rest assured, Mother. I’ve never slackened for a moment. Everything is under control. I will grind her bones to dust, offer her blood to you. Believe me, that moment is not far off!" Leng Wuchen's gaze grew icy, memories of that year vividly resurfacing.

"No need for that. Heh, we go way back—no reason to be so formal," Bai Ling forced a smile.

"Luo Xi, are you alright?" Lan Nuo watched her pale face, waving a hand in front of her.

"I see you’re a real man. I just want to talk to you," Fan Mang eyed Yang Lefan with playful interest.

Twenty minutes later, Luo Xi had cleaned the room spotless. Exhausted, she collapsed on the sofa, barely catching her breath when the doorbell rang.

Leng Wuchen looked at Lin Hanxi's complicated expression without speaking. His obsidian eyes focused on her furrowed brow; suddenly he raised a hand to touch it, causing Lin Hanxi to tremble unexpectedly.

Lin Hanxi raised her eyes in disbelief. Their gazes met, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze, the world shifting around them.

"Don’t worry, Uncle. My mother knows I went out today," she replied obediently, not seeming to lie.

In truth, Tang Ding didn’t choose the dice on a whim. He realized his mental strength had increased, especially after absorbing spiritual energy from the Holy Bible and the Quran. His mind was now robust, allowing him to sense the situation inside the dice cup.

He Qingyi, though arranging those around him, stayed close to Chen Xi. With his keen hearing, he immediately caught the sound of a hidden arrow piercing the air.

Fang Zhitong paused, his expression souring. Xia Chan, seeing Fang Zhitong's lewd gaze, felt disgusted and stepped forward, blocking his view.

"Qiqi, what’s wrong? You’ve seemed absent-minded all day. Is something troubling you?" Mei Changqing asked, noticing Xiao Qiqi lost in thought again.

He had refused the purse I gave him, yet soon appeared with a new one—surely a gift from Xia Chan.

"No need, I’ll just rest in my dorm." With that, Xia Xinyu rose to leave.

Compared to Dongfang Muran's helplessness, Lin Fansheng remained calm. He spoke to Dongfang Muran, then took Dongfang Fengfei’s coat.

"If we lose this battle, where will our lord retreat?" The young men, seeing Hojo Fantan refrained from rebuking them, grew excited and shouted.

"I'll take you back to the shop first. I need to change clothes, too." She made a phone call—likely to Su Ze, asking about tonight’s date.

Surrounded by crimson sword shadows, Cang Feng’s expression did not change. He snorted coldly, and a surge of black mist rose around him, forming a sturdy water curtain that blocked all incoming sword energy.

I said to the tiger, "Remember this: today, I won’t break your arm or leg, but you just wait—if I find you dare to oppose me again, I’ll make sure you die."

You’re shouting so loudly—do you want to die? If you provoke that tigress beside us, we’ll all be killed.

Lin Dong and his group soared onto the central stone platform; at ninety-nine meters in diameter, it could easily accommodate five hundred people.

His body cracked, blood spraying from mouth and nose. Lin Yi, with a single blow, severely injured a cultivator of the Second Heaven of the Sea of Fate.

And those who used to follow Scarface, bullying others with borrowed power—how is it that now they seem to have found their conscience, acting so differently from before?