Chapter 83 Admiration

The concert stage, lighting, and controls were all set; the fans were in place, and it seemed everything was ready for a joyful night. Yet, unexpectedly, officials appeared, arrogant and imposing, ordering Lu Fei to disperse the crowd, declaring that concerts were forbidden here. The directive, they claimed, had come directly from the minister in charge.

Feng Wanqiang and the concert staff felt a pang of sympathy for Deng Mengqi. Their gazes turned to Lu Fei, Lu...

Bai Qingshan extended his divine sense into the jade slip. Inside, Mu Xinxin and several Nascent Soul cultivators had issued a warrant for Ning Daiying’s capture. Wei Xiu, whose mind was still reeling from the shock, heard Jin Yuanfeng’s words and instinctively turned to head back to the hotel.

All that remained was to wait for Tong Hongyu to once again sense the location of the soul she had planted; then, Tang Feng would have no means of escape.

“Could it be that the deputy commander has been possessed?” The four elders immediately inquired, their divine senses sweeping over Di Tian. They found no barrier between Di Tian’s body and spirit; these elders, with their experience, could easily discern such anomalies. With this reassurance, they relaxed.

Witnessing the scene, Ye Feng had no time to summon his power and could not help but show a trace of regret. The World-Ending Heavenly Thunder, though slightly inferior to the Three Divine Thunders, was a rare entity among thunder attributes; the World-Ending Thunder Spirit was even more scarce, surely possessing unknown uses. Now, seeing it swallowed in one gulp by the Pure Lotus Thunder Spirit, Ye Feng could only lament its loss.

As she departed, Bei Chen’s expression grew cold. He pulled out his phone and dialed a string of numbers.

“All right, let’s hurry back and get outside first,” Ye Wentian said, striding toward the exit.

Especially in Yaojing, where he had been cornered by Zhu Wu and forced to flee once more, his hatred for Zhu Wu and the Zhu family deepened.

“Tian, I am your fiancée. You can’t treat me like this,” Zhao Min murmured painfully in her sleep.

Unexpectedly, just as Wei Xiu rounded the corner, the Explorer suddenly emitted a piercing alarm. For the first time, it didn’t display subtitles in his field of vision but instead directly stimulated his auditory nerves.

Seeing the changes on their bodies, Li Xuandu’s eyes lit up. He nodded calmly and offered a smiling remark.

Shen Shaojie and Lu Yong sped through red lights, arriving at the western coast as the storm raged on. Thunder roared, rain poured, and they plunged into the Poison River, where corpses littered the road. Blood rain soaked the ground, transforming the scene into a hellish sea of carnage.

Those martial artists who had reached the peak of their path spent their entire lives yet few managed to advance further, stepping into the pinnacle of martial arts: the Innate Realm.

Everyone nodded. Zhang Long searched for news of the Demon Lord’s son and the young beast; such matters were no secret in the high-level district.

Yazhao and Xiao finally snapped back to their senses, ignoring the senior monk and turning to stare at the figure lying in the opposite cell. After careful observation, they too recognized the identity of the prisoner.

Against equally matched foes, that was indeed an impressive trump card. But when faced with enemies who had figured out his tactics and pressed him relentlessly, the effect of immortality took on an entirely different meaning.

None had expected that Floreth possessed the Blood Demon Xiangliu’s purple flames and the strange power to wither all things.

A nauseating stench assaulted them. Hao Jian’s feet moved swiftly, pushing Shadow Step to its limits.

As Xu An walked to the door and saw Ling Ling leaning against the car window, her seductive demeanor set his heart ablaze. He glanced around and found no students watching.

Zuo Xuantong was truly a peak reality master; even a mere trace of soul force entering his mind was enough, in just a few breaths, to scatter a third of his own soul.

Suddenly, Long Yunfeng gripped the longsword and, with a forceful motion, flung Jeffick far away.