Chapter 72 Calamity Dissipated

Wei Zonghao immediately cupped his hands and said,
“Sister Yunting is right. If there’s nothing else, I’d like to consolidate my cultivation.”
His intent to send the guests off was obvious, and none of the Wei family objected. Especially considering that Zonghao, with his three spiritual roots, had already reached the late stage of Qi Refinement—if they didn’t work harder, they’d fall even further behind. So, after bidding their farewells, everyone left.
Now, only Wei Yunyin remained at the Outer Nine Peaks; her cultivation speed really couldn’t keep up with the others.
At the city gate, as the others stood in stunned silence, three figures were thrown out, landing heavily on the ground.
Lin Mo explained that without those white points of light, it would have taken him at least a month to recover on his own.
Amidst the billowing dust, Lin Mo dashed out, his spiritual sense locking onto Duanmu Kong, sealing off all his avenues of escape.
Before the age of eighteen, this villa housed no one but the gentleman who returned every few days, the butler, and the family tutor who visited during the day. None of them seemed like the sort who would help her eat carrots.
Xiang Ran had finished filming. His final scene was a shot imagined by the police—he sat in his bedroom, opening his diary and recording his innermost thoughts.
After joking around with him for a while, Yi Bai left. Before he went, he left a dragon scale by the side of the house.
That tone of insult, as if it were only natural, was intolerable for any parent. Yang Xiaoyu instinctively opened her mouth to rebuke, but Zhao Jingyue stopped her.
“It’s nothing. That Huang Shaohu will certainly sneak money to Xu Zizai behind the scenes. Keep a close watch on him! That father and son are insatiable. For us, they’re practically handing themselves over,” Li Tailong sneered.
Fu Zhengyu replied: Usually, everyone’s asleep at this hour. If you sneak back quietly, no one will notice.

Wan Qiu was taken aback. His hand had already been seized by the child, who seemed intent on removing the bracelet from his wrist.
Her final laughter made even Xu Yuan herself feel embarrassed—was that really her? Was that truly Xu Yuan?
The largest nuclear physics research institute in France, which also served as the base for nuclear weapon development and manufacturing, was robbed. A large quantity of radioactive metal and non-metal materials was stolen.
Seeing everyone rush headlong to the now-unsealed breach, even the Demon Emperor’s followers couldn’t hold back any longer. Led by Mo Jixi, they too surged inside.
Unfortunately, just as he dug up the herb and hadn’t yet stored it in the warm jade box, he ran into his nemesis by chance.
Whoosh! Buzz! Though shocked, the burly bearded man didn’t just wait for death. Qin Long’s strength surpassed his, but compared to the golden spirit cat just now, he still had some ability to resist.
The newcomer gazed at her intently, sighing, “You’re far too careless. How can I rest assured?” Xing’er’s nose suddenly tingled with emotion. This fool—how could he dare to come at such a time?
The burly man in brocade robes had an imposing presence, exuding the aura of an early-stage Celestial Immortal. He shouted at Chen Han at the top of his lungs.
His opponent seriously abided by the rule that no one above early-stage Immortal Emperor could participate in planetary development. Thus, among millions of troops, the limit was instantaneous magic at the early-stage Immortal Emperor realm. Attacks from a mere early-stage Immortal Lord meant nothing to Chen Han.
“What on earth is going on?” Lin Sheng’s brow furrowed deeply. When Gu Zhan said he smelled a strong fragrance, Lin Sheng already sensed something strange. He hadn’t expected Gu Zhan to faint outright.
Jiang Hai took a deep breath, recalling a description of the Golden Heavenly King Kai he had once read in an ancient tome.
Inside the hall, dozens of eyes swept toward the door in unison. Yan Zhi and Tian Huimin felt as if they’d been hit by several thousand watts of searchlights. If not for their exceptional constitution and willpower, they might well have turned and fled in fright.
He had even painstakingly learned some fancy martial arts moves from Gen Wasabi earlier in the year, hoping to pair them with his superior skills. That way, he could show off with moves like the Foshan Shadowless Kick should he meet any villains in the future.

The five of them looked at each other, knowing full well the thing before them had supreme power—unstoppable, invincible, and if wielded properly, could turn the world upside down. Yet, none could solve the fundamental problem: how to use it, and when?
The treetop killer—the bane of all armored targets. Daisong roared as he set up the heavy machine gun, firing into the air and forcing the helicopters to keep their distance, but once targeted, an armored vehicle rarely escaped.
He shot—finally, he shot. The restricted zone slowed the opposing striker, so instead of pressing in, he unleashed a skill, sending the ball hurtling toward the bottom corner of the goal.
The army was still two days from entering Tong City, but on this day, Xuan Tianming and Feng Yu Heng received unexpected news from their scouts—right in the middle of the five-li stretch near Tong City, a tall pole had been erected, and on it hung the corpse of the Seventh Prince, Xuan Tianhua.
All kinds of exquisite dishes and fine wines were laid out. Of course, there were plenty of places to rest and dine as well.
“All right, you lot can stop squabbling. Today, I’ll bully you even more thoroughly,” Ye Wutian declared. As he spoke, he raised a cup of wine in each hand and, under everyone’s gaze, drained them both.
Uncle Ping had gotten up as well. The two of them made a little something to eat, then went upstairs. The upper floor was a spacious hall of over a hundred square meters, long since cleared out, with dozens of thick wooden stakes planted firmly on the ground. None were fixed, but all stood steadily in place.
“Why not come to my place, then? It’s rare to see you all—come over and sit for a while,” Yagami Hayate invited enthusiastically.
The Mu family disciples, who had witnessed the violent and bloody methods of the Blazing Flame firsthand in the forest, endured the urge to spit blood and stared at this divine figure with eyes full of disbelief.
With the astonishing speed possessed by the fourth-generation IS of the Combat Lord, Zhou Chao returned to the Archangel almost instantly.
“Incredibly defiant?” someone asked in surprise. Right now, there was no guild in Cloud City more renowned than ‘Incredibly Defiant.’ Although these players didn’t know anyone from that guild, one thing was certain: no one from Incredibly Defiant was a naive sucker to be taken advantage of.