Chapter Twenty-Eight: If you refuse, then I shall make you agree by my own means!

The Star Demon God Vasak was truly astonished; he had not expected anyone to evade the prophetic abilities of the Child of Prophecy. Logically, such a thing should have been impossible.

Upon hearing this, Mundy paused for a moment before saying, “But the Child of Prophecy is not omnipotent. I cannot see through her fate at all.”

“That’s because your power is still weak, and her constitution is quite unique,” Vasak sighed. “She must possess the divine-blessed constitution among the human race.”

This was precisely the effect Zhao Hao wanted. He glanced at the crowd below, his eyes narrowing slightly. The reason he had gone to such lengths to organize this grand arena was, in fact, part of his own deeper intent.

Ge Yueying, too, seemed to have run out of options, and could only toss a handful of paper money in a tentative gesture, but to no avail.

“Alright, I’ll do it myself,” Lin Feng said, reaching out his hand. Perhaps a little compliance would make things easier.

At that moment, the Demon God’s body suddenly expanded, and in the blink of an eye, transformed into a rotund figure.

In Zhang Shaoyu’s studies, there was a touch of the orthodox Qimen formations of Immortal Sovereign Town, as well as the chaotic Qimen formations of Ge Tian Lake. Although he couldn’t discern much, he still remembered their appearances.

“What is your choice?” The First Emperor spoke calmly to Yu Hao, his right hand moving rhythmically.

It was said that only a handful of core disciples of the Tianyuan Sect were granted a Dao talisman for self-preservation, so the claim that Xu Tian had exchanged pills for a talisman was pure nonsense.

His visit to Hangzhou was for his studies; his current identity was that of a freshman in the History Department at Jiangsu-Zhejiang University.

Zhang Shaoning was a figure respected in both the underworld and the official world. Everyone held him in awe. Even when Zhang Shaoning spoke in such a manner, no matter how great their anger, it had to be suppressed in his presence—always, and especially now that he was ablaze with fury.

This was clear not only to the three of them, but to all the warriors of the Qingfeng Mountain Independent Battalion as well.

The term, which circulated only within the procuratorial system and was unknown to outsiders, symbolized a high-level club organized within the system itself. Any prosecutor who entered the Huafu—be it a young newcomer or a seasoned minister or chief—would gain tremendous benefits.

Of course, aside from the celestial flowers and various crops in this immortal field, what he yearned for most was the Land God.

As one of the eight gatekeepers of Luoyang, Ding Yuan was a loyal and brave general trusted by the court. Yet his position was tedious and unrewarding, offering little chance for merit or promotion. Now, at over fifty years of age, Ding Yuan had no hope for advancement and would end his days at Mengjin Port. For a man of ambition, how could he be content?

Having checked the World-Ending Shura Sword and found it unharmed, Tianlong’s mind was at ease. Meanwhile, Yiranzi’s cave had been sealed by the Blood Emperor Ancestor; unless the Dragon Soul Ancestor took action personally to break the seal, no one could enter. This reassured Tianlong, who immediately strode down the mountain.

The red river water, carrying a faint fishy stench, reflected Xiao Bai’s appearance at that moment: clad in black official robes, striking and handsome, but his face was cold and stern—a ghost deity of the underworld not to be trifled with.

Yet everyone was compatriots, and the Daoist team was competing against the island nation’s team, so many voiced their support.

Looking back, the reason Chen Mo had decisively taken on the role of martial monk and completed his advancement was that the warrior’s attribute allocation did not conflict with the fighting soul. However, Luan Qingfeng had formerly been a thief, so his main attributes were likely invested in agility, making things rather tricky.

Du Yufei then took the microphone and began with a self-introduction, after which Liu Kunjian interjected and provided the media with some background about Du Yufei.

Wang Shouren lifted the coarse porcelain bowl in both hands, gazed at the clear saltwater, and immediately drank it down. The water streamed through his beard as he drank.