Chapter Sixty-Two: The Contest

At this moment, Zhao Yuan was still training. He felt keenly that his strength was far from sufficient—if he could not continue to grow stronger, there was no way he could protect those he wished to protect. Zhao Yuan began to train with even greater diligence, now fully focused, no longer distracted as before. In his heart, he thought, “If I train this hard, how could I possibly not become stronger?”

As he was steadily working through his exercises, Zhao Yuan suddenly sensed the presence of someone nearby. An old man appeared. Zhao Yuan, upon seeing him, wondered, “Who is this person? How come I’ve never seen him before? Why has he come here?”

Suddenly, there came two muffled sounds, and the heads of two Youzhou cavalrymen flew high into the air. Blood spurted wildly from their necks, and the heads spun in the air for a moment before crashing heavily into the river, sending up a spray of crimson.

Zhou Chu mulled it over, still feeling that something was amiss, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what exactly was wrong.

As luck would have it, right before Xia Kui stood a mage adept in all four elements—a mage who just happened to possess detailed knowledge of the Soul-Devouring Array’s operation. Even more unfortunately, this mage was intimately familiar with the entire layout and process of casting the Soul-Devouring Array.

Han Yao’s arrival brought her a sliver of hope; although she might still perish at the hands of the Han clan, at least she could live a little longer. However, it was impossible for Han Yao to risk her life to save her.

“Dudu, today after school, Mommy will come pick you up, all right?” Zhihan tried to cheer him up, since it was usually the butler who came by car.

“As for the new Alliance Master, does anyone have any suggestions?” As soon as the words were spoken, the discussion resumed in earnest.

Beneath the Gate of the Immortal Realm, divine light shot forth, energy waves burst and thunder roared. Boundless immortal force intertwined and surged, coalescing into domains of innate immortal power.

“Xier, I want you!” His voice was hoarse, almost frightening; it was clear that at this moment, his overwhelming desire was entangled with heavy, ragged breaths—and perhaps with the last shreds of his reason.

Shu Meng’s delicate face flushed as she struggled briefly. Seeing that Yu Ming refused to let go, she simply allowed him to hold her tightly.

I knew she had something to say, but I did not wish to break the silence. Since I was not the one with words unspoken, I was determined not to trouble myself over it.

Situ Kong pondered for a moment, glancing at Ye Kai, then at Ye Qian, who seemed particularly concerned about the issue at hand.

Chen Xi stepped forward, an immense aura bursting forth from her, cracking the earth beneath her feet.

He could not help but sneer, a glint of amusement flashing in his eyes; clearly, these two brothers had no idea of the heights of heaven or the depths of earth.

During these two days, nearly every resident of Muyun City had received the necessary money and supplies for daily life from the City Lord’s Mansion. For a time, the citizens placed great hope in Lin Zhengfeng, the new city lord and Grand Marshal of Zhenyuan.

Fortunately, Ye Kai and Situ Kong had the foresight to prepare; otherwise, they would surely have perished here.

“I withdraw, Master. Please send me home. I want nothing more to do with this Shura Continent. I wish to return home,” said Lin Zhengfeng.

Lin Zhengfeng immediately turned his head. From a room beside the living room, a middle-aged man in a wheelchair slowly emerged. The man appeared to be about fifty, sitting quietly in his chair, gazing at Lin Zhengfeng.

Sadly, that so-called giant fishing boat was nothing compared to the three-hundred-meter-long naval warship. Its size was unimpressive, and its speed was not worth mentioning.

This way, even invading forces would not be able to easily break through the Ocean Heart’s protective barrier. After all, the Ocean Heart was considered a divine artifact of the sea.

In the living room, Dongfang Wuchang gripped Shen Bing by the throat, his gaze dark as he watched Wang Hao enter.

And yet, even knowing she ought to kill Zhang Zhen, her body was utterly at the mercy of the aphrodisiac in her veins. Seeing Zhang Zhen’s thick, veined arms and his broad, fiery chest, she felt herself lose all control in an instant—her last shred of reason swept away without a trace.