Chapter 81: Tension

Zhao Ling’er’s body was continuously emitting a strange power, yet the circumstances surrounding them now absolutely forbade such an act. If they were within a relatively safe domain, such a display would have benefited everyone present. After all, spiritual energy was remarkably scarce on this continent; if someone could continuously radiate such potent power, it would bring unimaginable advantages to those cultivating nearby. But their current situation was nothing like that.

The group found themselves deep within a forest, and this was not something that could be allowed to happen here.

Meanwhile, as she squeezed toothpaste onto her brush and put it in her mouth, Gu Meng was immediately overcome with a wave of nausea rising from her stomach. Unable to suppress the feeling, she dropped her toothbrush at once and clung to the toilet, retching violently.

With a swift upward motion of her right hand, she flicked her short sword, sending a stream of sinister, chilling sword energy shooting straight at Liu Xiaomei.

She was so anxious that tears streamed down her face—it was all because of her. If it hadn’t been for her, Dong-ge would never have come to this place, and none of the present misfortune would have occurred.

Power—supreme power. Only by possessing it could he become a true emperor; otherwise, he would amount to nothing more than a rubber stamp.

“Thank you, generous brother!” Only then did the waitress accept the money, beaming as she thanked Ni Yuan.

Liu Tianhao carefully examined the cave. It seemed to be a corridor: one end was blocked by a heap of rubble, sealing off the way entirely, while the other stretched inward and took a sharp turn not far ahead, obscuring whatever lay beyond.

Soon after, he left the Marquis of Taiping’s residence, where outside, the people from the Regent’s Mansion had already stopped their carriage and were waiting for him.

Amid Gu Meng’s horrified cries, a speeding car barreled straight toward her. She had no chance to dodge, and was struck head-on.

In Paradise City, the Song family was of little consequence. But here in Yujiang, on their own patch of land, even the slightest stomp from the Song family would send tremors through the earth.

Precisely for this reason, Gao Lanlan had always instructed her subordinates to keep a close watch on Qi Qingsi.

Given such respect, at the very least one ought to restrain oneself, and not wear the same hostile expression as before, shouldn’t they?

The “Sixth-Rank Expert” listened to the big white cat’s deep, magnetic voice, which carried a hint of innocence, and sighed softly.

“Brother Long Jiu, if you’d boarded the coffin boat just now, you’d be a corpse by now.” Master Jin Si looked into my eyes and spoke each word deliberately.

He saw that, although this green-eyed white cat treated him harshly, it had never truly harmed him; its mischief was merely born of playful curiosity.

“I’m giving you one last chance. If you keep dawdling, you’ll really have to change your name to Sui Scar!” My eyes flashed with a sharp gleam as I spoke coldly.

“Junior high, then junior high. What’s with the ‘junior junior high’ nonsense?” Yang Bo quipped, teasing him after hearing his words.

With Yuanyuanzi no longer in the way, Ji Tian, relying on the boundless stars of Baili Xinghe, forced his way straight through the fifth heaven, carving a path through the vortex into the fourth heaven.

“I’ll spar with you—a little martial practice. I’ll use a blade, and you’re not allowed to use anything,” the old monster said, rubbing his hands, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“Let’s begin now! We mustn’t let President Zhang’s painstaking efforts go to waste!” Cheng Peng checked the time; it was already late.

“Are you even a man? You can’t even hold your liquor,” He Jun scoffed, not missing the chance for a jab despite having lost.

As time passed, the outcome was utterly different from the match with Master Yun Zhongzi. The old man was continuously losing pieces to Liu Yi, his defeat already apparent.

“Every year, the Jianghu Bar is a mess—always fights breaking out. Who knows where these fierce, hot-blooded types get all their energy?” The man in the shirt smoothed his slick, shiny hair, a sneer tugging at his lips.

Left with no choice, Ji Tian summoned the Primal Chaos Bell above his head. Its vast tolling rang out, freezing thousands of miles of void.