Chapter 54: Steadfast

Hearing the analysis of the God of Wisdom, the other six divine kings all nodded in agreement, thinking his deductions made perfect sense.

A few minutes later, he arrived outside Yunfang’s house. Through the glass window, he could see Bird still seated on the sofa in the living room.

Chenyu, upon hearing this, shot a fierce glare at Jin Zhen. That gaze met Jin Zhen’s own, and a calculation stirred within her heart.

Tian Huimin and Yan Jie, sitting in front, were both infuriated by what they heard, but as this was a family matter of Yan Zhi, neither felt it appropriate to intervene.

The next morning at five, the King of Thailand was awakened by the stench of blood, only to see another warning: “Second time!” Alongside ten severed heads.

Others could not discern the subtleties, believing it was all as it should be. Yet Taishi Qing gave a cold, mocking smile. In this office, even the act of beating had its own rules—sometimes thirty blows left the victim lively and unharmed; other times, thirty blows would leave the flesh torn and battered.

Wang Qifang was actually more curious whether Wang Jiufang had also followed. The message from Pingzhou only mentioned Cui Yunniang, without saying anything about Wang Jiufang’s actions.

But the biggest problem now was that to help others, one had to provide material support. Words alone were mere spiritual encouragement, useless at best. That may have had some effect in peaceful times, but what was needed now were concrete supplies.

After a night of turmoil, she sat breathless on the threshold, hugging her knees and gazing back at the sleeping grandmother inside; her eyes stung with emotion.

“You use the Heart-Crushing Palm, while she employs the Nine Yin Bone Claw. If I am not mistaken, you two must be outcast disciples of Peach Blossom Island, known in the martial world as the Black Wind Twin Fiends for your ruthless reputation.” Xiao Hen glanced at them, smiling faintly.

“Look, over there where it’s broken, the magma is spewing straight out.” Not far off, another tongue of fire flickered. The group hurried to avoid the edge, their primal fear of fire—so powerful and overwhelming—seeping into their bones.

As the realization dawned, countless Western transcendents were left dizzy by the news, gasps echoing throughout the Western cultivation world.

Enough, since he’s asked, I must explain it clearly.

These changes had not yet been noticed by Yang Zhen himself. Within a yard of him, more and more cosmic energy transformed into three great blood sigils. Where once there were only granules, as Yang Zhen continued to settle his mind, the spiritual energy particles connected, like thousands of needles threading together, forming an unbroken chain.

Surfing is a water sport that requires some skill; for most, the first attempt is rarely successful.

It seemed neither a terrifying supernatural power nor did it radiate much mysterious energy. Yet, as it descended, all present felt an indescribable force of aggression permeating the entire world.

Without giving anyone time to process, Chen Fan shouted fiercely. At the same time, he spun around and looked at an elderly man from the Divine Medicine Sect, gaunt in appearance. The old man, unable to contain his excitement, stepped into the restricted area and reached out to touch a stone pillar.

“This is the Dai family’s territory. If you dare kill me, you’ll face their pursuit—even the whole world!” The man panicked, wounded and seriously so. He had scared off his opponent earlier with a formation; otherwise, he would not have survived.

Qiu Tiange did not stop. His arm retracted, closing the distance. Then, a swift knife hand struck the man’s neck; his body slackened and collapsed to the ground.

He briefly explained that this might be the Divine King’s Heaven Seal, which left Ling Daixin in shock, unable to believe it was true.

“The best is yet to come,” Mutian snorted, sending out another Great Compassion Palm. This time, he used his full strength, the massive palm transforming into a mountain, crushing everything in its path. The sky lost its color, and uncontrolled storms and lightning raged wildly.

Zhang Lu once imagined that the Party of the Emperor sealed Earth to let its people perish unseen—so long as he wasn’t the one to kill them outright, he’d have no qualms on his conscience.

Gu Feiyu’s words were cut short as Gu Feng’s form collapsed, unconscious.

Winter in the southern city was not as bleak as in Rongcheng; the sky was blue and vast, sunlight gentle, the air cool and pure.

In her ears rang shrill screams and frantic footsteps fleeing. Thick liquid seeped from her body, staining the bed as if it had been soaked in blood, bringing to mind that fiery night with the vivid mandarin duvet.

Barely a minute after sending her message, her phone vibrated. She opened it to see Liu Junzi’s reply: “I’m heading to Binjiang Park with Guan Er. Send over the video now; I’ll need it soon.”

“Yes, yes, I’ll go, I’ll go…” Feng Wei, feeling relieved, scrambled to his feet and stumbled out.

“Hey! When did you three sneak up behind me? You scared me to death!” Shen Lixue clutched her chest and rolled her eyes at the trio.

The fragmented images that haunted her midnight dreams grew clearer each time, like a fishbone stuck in her throat—neither swallowed nor spat out.

Gu Dian Shi laughed, “A monk craving luxury and comfort? Shouting and raging—is that how a monk should behave?” You really don’t act like a monk.

Ling Xiao walked over. “That’s your business.” As he spoke, he brushed past Fu Weiye’s shoulder and entered.

The mute man rode in the car ahead, heading not toward the gambling den. According to Bai Baoguo’s explanation, he was off on an errand.

Clenching his teeth, he struggled not to let the human’s words enrage him. Blood surged within, and if this continued, his injuries would worsen. If those others found out, his fate would be far worse than now.

“Don’t be nervous. We’ve been observing you for a long time. Your name is Ali, right?” Ling Xiao smiled at Ali, glanced around the room, and looked for a chair but found nothing to sit on, feeling both frustrated and pity for Ali.

“Your… son? Where is the child’s father? Is it Keziqi?” The thought made his heart sink with anger.

Barry, soft-hearted but not foolish, immediately understood, yet still tossed out a harsh retort.