Volume 1, Chapter 29: A God? I Am the Slayer of Gods!

As the aura of the Human Emperor descended, a youth of medium build slowly took form within the radiance. He possessed a square face, a broad jaw, and a pair of sword-like brows that swept upward toward his temples. Beneath his eyes hung heavy jowls, and his nose was hooked like that of an eagle. In his hand, he gripped a long spear, its shaft lacquered in black and its tip inlaid with a single dark gemstone.

Amidst the rising chorus of speculation, all eyes involuntarily turned toward the middle-aged man from the Wang family and the white-robed elder from the Borderland Merchant Alliance.

A profound darkness shrouded the vision of the experts; it was a layered gloom that even their formidable magical powers could not penetrate.

The Qing family believed they were Zhang Chen’s rivals, yet in Zhang Chen’s eyes, they were nothing more than tools—to be used without hesitation when the time was right.

"But in truth, they possess their own individuality, and they should not be bound by the will of others," Tang Manman mused, her thoughts drifting to Tang Xi.

As for the various newspapers and magazines, there was no need to mention them; they employed every conceivable method in their desperate attempt to uncover the inside story.

Wang Yi observed Lu Zhong’s grave expression and knew that a major incident had occurred within the Dexin Hall, one likely to shake the very foundations of the Great Ming.

Furthermore, with Elder Zhangsun of the Law Society consistently opposing the detention of the Wise One, the Society finally returned the Wise One’s soul crystal on the fourth day and ordered his release.

Tang Yue felt a sense of helplessness. He rose and took Su Huaian’s hand, checking to ensure that her earlier outburst against the table had left no injury before releasing her. He watched as the light in the room slowly faded, turning to gaze at the encroaching night outside the window.

After all, how could they possibly hope to stand against a figure so terrifying that he could deflect their combined strike? Even if they managed to hold their ground, at what cost in lives would it come?

Whoosh! The black-clad challenger seemed to have no intention of answering. With a flash of his figure, he brushed past his opponent. A second later, the challenger’s eyes widened, and he collapsed stiffly to the ground.

Perhaps because she had spent so much time with Long Xinglin, Senior Sister Qinxin’s first impression upon seeing the phoenix was of Long Xinglin’s ultimate technique, the Wrath of the Flame Dragon.

The firefly seemed to suddenly recall something, fluttering its wings and darting off toward the left of Shi Shuiyue.

Under normal circumstances, Mo Yan would almost never seek out Leng Jing. Whenever they met, it was invariably because he had a request for him.

"I told you! I was set up! Besides, that place was a hell to me, not a paradise, and I was only there to deliver something!" Long Xinglin was so incensed he let out a bitter laugh, though he kept his voice barely above a whisper to avoid being overheard.

Until the banquet ended, Li Lunzhi’s gaze never wavered. Even as You Yuejuan turned to return to the yamen, his eyes lingered on her with unconcealed longing. Only when his brothers pulled him away and called for him to return did he snap out of his trance. He looked toward the yamen, but the silhouette of Yuejuan was already gone, and only then did he turn to lead his men away.

Consort Xian, Kong Xiyuan, let out a sharp cry. Everyone looked over to see bright red blood dripping onto the floor; crimson beads flowed down Yu Fengling’s left hand, soaking into her pristine white sleeves.

Drawing the Wolf Emblem from his breast, Ye Xiao did not hesitate to activate the Wolf Assault skill. With a howl, he surged forward.

For the moment, Jiang Yin’s internal energy was rapidly depleted. Fortunately, the base of his formidable physical constitution, infused with both saintly and demonic power, prevented him from collapsing into a heap as he would have when drained of his inner strength.

As for the Buffalo police, Simmons had long since deemed them irrelevant. They were useless for anything other than padding numbers, and he feared that even letting them run errands would cause delays; he would be grateful enough if they simply stayed out of Blackwater’s way.

Watching Zhang Qian’s expectant eyes, Liang Shan could not bear to disappoint her. He swore a fierce, desperate oath. To him, disposing of a villain from the mortal world was trivial, and as for the malevolent energy, it was nothing more than a joke.

Furthermore, as Baoyu had said, Yingchun’s temperament was gentle, and she would inevitably be bullied if she married into a great clan. Instead, she would find more ease among the simple folk of the Qin family.