38. Run for Your Life!

The man cast back his black cloak, revealing a face of breathtaking beauty. Yet the gloomy expression he wore diminished the handsome features somewhat.

“Because I’m the one who stole the crystal core,” Yal hooked a smile at the corner of his lips. He idly toyed with his thumb ring. “I never expected him to still be alive—and to have risen to the Seven-Star Rank, no less. Tsk, tsk, tsk. How impressive.”

“So let me try your healing abilities as well. I’m very much looking forward to seeing what kind of surprise you can give me.”

The moment they left, Heavenly King Liu began to complain. Kang Mang’ang was always so fond of taking these thankless matters upon himself, creating trouble for everyone—including himself.

Although Shen Chen was angry, she probably could not have gone far. Li Fan heightened his hearing, infusing his ears with vital energy.

Yin Wuchao smiled, seemingly unconcerned. Yet from his gaze, he appeared to harbor a faint trace of disappointment.

The natives’ timidity and refusal to advance caused the cracks in several of Manila’s damaged walls to widen further. At that moment, the Ming army began driving the nearly ten thousand natives they had gathered toward the city of Manila.

“Don’t you want to know what method I intend to use to uncover the secret of the sword?” Ye Han gazed at the Cosmic Divine Sword on the table. It seemed that discovering the sword’s secret had something to do with the Cosmic Divine Sword itself.

…An angel’s flaw is being too kind. A devil’s flaw is being too evil. My flaw is being too cowardly.

“Not good…” Ye Lingxuan sensed that something was wrong. What could Shen Yutian and Song Yajuan possibly have to discuss? It had to concern him and Su Xi. His voice turned hoarse.

Even so, for Su Xi, who would not be setting out until the afternoon, it was still early enough. They could all go have brunch together.

Several thunderclaps suddenly rang out without warning. Four enormous golden arcs, each as thick as a baby’s arm, shot from his sleeve. In the blink of an eye, they struck the four black beams that had just reached him with unerring accuracy.

Ordinary people might not have noticed anything unusual about Wu Yong’s body. But anyone capable of sealing himself within a jade pillar for five hundred years without his soul dispersing was certainly an old monster whose spiritual cultivation had reached the Spirit-Traveling Stage. Naturally, he could see how extraordinary Wu Yong’s body was.

At Lü Bu’s command, the archery target was moved back another ten paces. From a distance, anyone with poor eyesight could no longer make out even the bull’s-eye, let alone hit it. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Lü Bu removed his cloak, took the exquisitely crafted Dragon-Tongue Bow in hand, and urged his horse forward.

Though he had not interacted much with Lü Bu, these two encounters had been enough for Zhang Yan to learn the man’s capabilities. Facing the world-renowned Marquis Wen, Zhang Yan did not dare lower his guard in the slightest.

The assassins of the Dragon Slaughter Society were clearly not the sort to reason with. If they went to confront them directly, there would certainly be no room for negotiation. In that case, they could only fight.

“Who are you? How dare you ambush me?”

Lu Hao’s arm trembled. The impact just now had been so powerful that his arm had nearly been crippled.

A maid beside them helped Lianfu, whose body had gone limp, to her feet. Even then, Lianfu did not dare raise her head and look the Princess Consort in the eye.

Li Shimin had no intention of going to the provincial governor’s office to look for anyone. He planned to spend the night at the inn and inspect Luo Tong’s main camp tomorrow.

That really was not enough. No wonder Shiyu had turned one solo match into three. By the time it was over, it would be nearly four o’clock. He truly was a model worker, leaving himself not even a moment to slack off.

Ye Xi lowered her head to examine the wounds on her body, only to be lifted into his arms once again. In an instant, their positions changed: he sat upon a large stone, while she faced him, straddling his thighs.

If the bone-piercing nail struck the body, one might still survive. But if it pierced the head, her life would be over.

“Not so,” Tang Nian said. “Whether it is the existence of the Netherworld or the immortals of the celestial realm, all are subject to the restrictions of the Heavenly Dao. Those of exceedingly high cultivation are not permitted to come to our world. Unlike the celestial realm, however, the middle and lower levels of the Netherworld can enter the mortal world by certain means.”