Chapter 25: Don’t Let Me Catch You Hanging Around My Wife

Chen Bing was genuinely terrified that a slip of Wen Zongfu’s hand would result in his blood being spilled. However, with so many of his brothers and the woman he loved watching, he could not bring himself to beg for mercy, and cold sweat began to pour down his face.

Seeing him acting like a coward, Wen Zongfu sneered and swept his gaze over the terrified group before him.

"I, Wen Zongfu, will lay it out here today: if you want to take me down, fine. If you have the guts, kill me in one go. But if you fail..."

Yan Bei maintained his faint smile, treating every disciple with equal detachment; he was neither particularly warm nor particularly cold.

Feng Yang had no idea he was being fantasized about again. He had a clear view of the hundred or so enemies: nearly a hundred grotesquely ugly male demons. Their skin looked as if it were about to crack—dry, sandy-yellow—and they wore nothing but a patch of animal hide to cover their privates.

Clutching a large fish, the Fushan clerk was also quite excited. He babbled on incessantly while pointing out where the dazed Zhou Shan should press his thumbprint.

"Cao Cao is a cunning villain. Yuan Shao occupies Jizhou, and Jizhou borders Bingzhou and Qingzhou. Once Cao Cao makes a move, Yuan Shao will surely seize the opportunity to launch a sneak attack; the two are mutually constrained. If someone can keep Yuan Shao tied down, Cao Cao will inevitably be able to leverage the Emperor’s name to continuously expand his own power," Chen Gong said.

As soon as Bao Qin learned that Xia Chiwan was moving today, she had sent someone ahead to leave a message at Princess Changping’s estate.

Over the years, apart from the time Zhang Shouren spent in Jinan, they had only had limited contact. Now, it seemed that beyond mere affection, a deeper sentiment had begun to grow.

Li Wan'er had arrived at the Forbidden Valley before both Hong Yao and Ying Liu, so they assumed she was the biological daughter of Li Fengtang and Yun Wangchen.

That night, a bright moon hung high, casting moonlight like water, draping the bamboo sea in a silver veil. Everyone gathered outside the house as agreed. Ling Xuan was fully prepared, waiting only for the Heartless Fairy to begin.

With fewer than two hundred disciples from the Immortal Spirit Sect facing over forty thousand otherworldly demons, even though every one of the two hundred Heavenly Sword Sect disciples had reached the Out-of-Body stage, there was no possibility of victory. As the saying goes, two fists cannot fight four hands, especially when facing an enemy twenty times their number.

It was enough to make the commander of any military garrison gasp in awe. As Chen Yongfu and the others were now showing, they were utterly enthralled, immersed in a wondrous emotion they could not pull themselves out of.

"Need for tempering," what a fine phrase. The moment it was spoken, the expressions of the nine elders shifted subtly, and even the Sect Master’s eyes gleamed with a touch of malice.

Humiliation was humiliation, but neither of them wanted to stay there and wait for death, so they couldn't help but retreat one after the other.

The King of Tianhe Su Prefecture was already severely wounded. Whether in terms of cultivation or mastery of combined formations, the Immortal Lord of the Great Wilderness was no match for him; Tianhe Su Prefecture was essentially within reach.

The Ancient Holy Court had fallen so long ago that he had severely underestimated the age of Ji Yongsheng.

Wan Wei was preparing to check on things after work when a sudden phone call demanded he come to collect his younger brother.

Although the Lihuo Sword Sect was one of the four great sects, it was in decline; compared to the Flame Branch and Phoenix Perch Dock, they were now significantly behind.

A sharp glint appeared in Lin Fan’s eyes. For some reason, the man felt a flicker of fear in his heart upon seeing Lin Fan’s gaze, though he could not say why.

It was evident that the miasma permeating the entire forest was mixed with the stench of rotting corpses, making it all the more lethal.

He did not yet know if those damned FBI agents had resumed their surveillance of him after he left the battlefield. If an emergency arose, he would still need to ask these powerful figures for help; after all, he was currently a "useless person" with no ability to protect himself.

Tian Ermiao suddenly looked down at Luo Cheng on the ground. He extended a finger and pressed it against Luo Cheng’s charred, blackened forehead.