Chapter 90: Gao Yingjie, Who Was Put in His Place

Gao Yingjie’s unexpected move caught everyone else off guard.

They had assumed Bai Nianxuan would end up like Chen Ying’er, knocked unconscious by Gao Yingjie, but to their surprise, Bai Nianxuan seized Gao Yingjie’s hand instead.

Under their incredulous gazes, Bai Nianxuan proceeded to give Gao Yingjie a thorough beating.

It was a beating in the truest, physical sense.

Bai Nianxuan grasped Gao Yingjie’s hand, and in a flash of golden light, sent him flying five meters away.

Immediately following—

It was simply too ridiculous. Just moments ago, they were attacking the Qionghua Sect for slaughtering innocent demons, and now they were being accused of colluding with the demonic realm of Illusory Darkness? What a colossal joke. Unable to contain himself, Chen Fan burst into a mocking laugh at those words.

Amidst the swirling yellow sands, beneath a sky that seemed to merge with the earth, a faint purple light flickered in and out of view, radiating brilliance.

“Aren’t you all going to take a shower? Why are you still sitting on the beds?” A burly figure in the dormitory called out to us. His name was Duan Le, also one of our roommates, but a senior from the mathematics department—he was apparently about to graduate this year.

Zheng Chen merely smiled and said nothing. He had never been one to shy away from trouble; now that he’d provoked the Soul Sword Sect, the appearance of this Wang Cangzhou—someone he had never even heard of—meant nothing to him.

Yet just as Lin Yier was about to draw her sword, a hand caught her arm. She turned her head and saw Zheng Chen shaking his head at her.

But in the dream world, Du Bian’s mental capacity was ten times that of an ordinary person. Though it was an arduous task, after several days and nights, he managed to memorize the entire map of the Great Ning Dynasty.

Meng Tian suddenly recalled that the crown prince once told him of a distant empire in the West, whose lands rivaled those of Great Qin. Its name was Rome, and its people’s skin was unlike that of the Qin—they were all white-skinned.

Rose’s words made the Demon King frown. He had personally forged this Chaotic Demon Kingdom. Here, he alone was sovereign. Even the likes of Demon Lord Hong Li could only be dealt with by his own means.

Xiong Yuantang and the others were still locked in fierce combat, but the vital energy within their techniques had already diminished severalfold.

Even from such a distance, their faces indistinct, the devilish, explosive curves of her figure on horseback were enough to recognize her.

Qin Li leaned forward, eyes fixed on the car speeding through the night. A cold smile flickered in his gaze as he looked toward the distant highway entrance.

As for Huo Tianhao, his expression remained as calm as ever—devoid of joy or sorrow, and he showed no intention of pressing his advantage.

Upon hearing this, Li Hongfei glanced at Master Wu, whose face had been beaten to a pulp and who was howling in pain. Li’s mouth twitched sharply. Not a single word of Qin Fan’s statement did he believe.

“Hey, why did you want me to go down the mountain and fight?” Xiang Yu patted Volibear’s shoulder and asked.

Especially those three young Sapling Kings recently promoted by Xie Wuji, and the promising new talents he favored—they surely knew how to conduct themselves, and would not vie for power against veteran commanders like Chang Yuchun or Lan Yu.

Zheng Datong simply refused to give up until he saw the bitter end, insisting on extracting every last bit of jade from that stone.

After resting for a while, the effects of the medicine in Qin Fan’s body finally faded. Yet at that moment, he felt his body growing hotter and hotter, as if he were about to explode.

The Peacock Demon Emperor declared proudly, “King Yama, you’d best use your infernal powers to protect your underworld. Today, I will destroy this avatar of the Chaos Demon God.”

Yet Nora’s magic was far more profound than she had ever imagined. Faced with the onrushing figure of Flar, Nora betrayed not the slightest trace of surprise, as if she had foreseen it all along.

Driving his Porsche Cayenne, Liu Meng’s mind was filled with anticipation for the surprises the Pixiu combat knife would bring.

Nuannuan bitterly regretted feeding her child so many sweets in the past, which had left the boy’s teeth in ruins.