Chapter 29: The Madman

Qu Bainan stared at Chen Su for two seconds before suddenly smiling.

“You’ve got a temper.”

From a distance neither too close nor too far, his indifferent eyes met hers. “I only made one remark, and you act as if you want to skin me alive. Do you really dislike me that much?”

What Chen Su hated most was that every time she lost her temper, he...

Back in middle school, there was a time when he accompanied his masters to City B. At that time, housing prices weren’t so high; he bought two duplex apartments on installments—right next door to each other.

Over the past week, Gu Dongcheng had not only been tidying up his affairs but also handling the aftermath of his broken engagement with Qin Xinyue.

This time, their battle was evenly matched. Qin Yun employed the Qinggang Fist, barely managing to hold his ground without being overwhelmed.

A powerful divine technique belonging to the Golden Core realm, it harnessed the power of the primordial Dao, manifesting a gigantic illusory form adept in all martial arts and secret techniques.

All these years, this youthful love remained deeply buried in Zhuang Qingze’s heart. Only when alone would he open the photo album and reminisce about those times, longing to know how she was doing—whether she was well or not.

He had also arranged with Liuguang that on the day before their departure to the Western Miao Kingdom, Liuguang would fly to the Prince Bao’s mansion to meet them, and then they would travel together.

Chu Tong was also slightly startled. His face, which had already been very close to hers, moved even nearer.

Since meeting Qin Hao, he had been saying he was looking for someone, but until now, Miao Ling’er didn’t even know whom he sought.

Just as Prince Jing had recently left, sounds of fighting came from the courtyard, somewhat distant. It should have come from the front yard.

Under such circumstances, although the formation could still be broken, it was unlikely to happen in the short term unless some major unforeseen incident occurred during the process.

Upon hearing the question, Wang Youqian’s face turned even greener. He said coldly, “Proceed. Of course, we must continue.” With that, he swept his sleeves and left, leaving behind a bewildered steward and confused guests.

When a person harbors a death wish, when they resolve to fight to the death, what kind of combat power can they unleash?

Lo Ki kicked Lin Yong flying with one blow, then shouted angrily and charged again. At that moment, the three-eyed figure in the distance suddenly began coughing violently.

“Could this place be selling human flesh? Or maybe the inn’s beds are filled with corpses, haunted by restless spirits at midnight,” Qian Cang Qian Xi shrugged, speaking dismissively.

“Is this a way to leave a backdoor for the Xie family?” Realizing the key point, Lin An could only smile bitterly, feeling helpless.

The soul artifact, the Falling Shield, guarded Mini Han Sheng as he steadily closed the gap to the pillar of spiritual energy. Then, to everyone’s surprise—including the Evil Lord’s—Mini Han Sheng charged directly into the massive spiritual energy pillar, which remained unchanged, as if his entry had no effect.

A single Ding Fang Zun appeared out of thin air. With the emergence of this Four Symbols Ding Zun, the eight divine dings arranged around Chi You trembled faintly, producing clear, musical tones. Inspired by Qi Lin’s pure celestial Yao Emperor thoughts, after the ninth ding is forged, controlling the eight dings would be no challenge.

Though he had done what he wished, he likely caused serious consequences. Yet there was no use fretting over it; a person must bear the outcomes of their actions. If that golden dragon emperor were to bring ruin and disaster, then he would personally slay him.

Fan Kong also stared at the final rays of light—the light of dawn, the light of daybreak. With a roar, he gathered all his strength into one fierce shout.

“Cough, cough.” Mu Xuanyi’s dry cough brought Mu Zifei back to his senses. Only then did Mu Zifei slowly kneel, respectfully addressing, “Junior Mu Zifei pays respects to Patriarch Xuanyi.” Mu Xuanyi looked at Mu Zifei with deep satisfaction.