30 The Sixth Person

Lu Qianyu was stunned, then deeply surprised. In her mind, array masters were incredibly powerful beings; how could one be weak?

"I'm sorry. She specifically mentioned yesterday morning that she had an important meeting, but she went out last night and never returned. I think she must have been delayed by an urgent matter." Assuming Lu Fan was someone from the company, she explained quickly, worried that Ruan Qiuqi might face punishment.

"Very well, that is all for now. You may all withdraw, my ministers." Nan Zifan cast a significant glance at Nan Zixiu, who nodded slightly.

Nalan hesitated, then prepared to move forward, but she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine—a sensation of gloom and decay, as if emanating from some desolate wasteland. She fought the urge to flee and instead carefully searched for the source of this aura.

"Master, I have to say, the food you make is truly terrible!" Wang Bugui had never eaten such awful greens in his life.

Moreover, within the Jin family compound, there were many such "city walls," which divided the entire estate into sections like the front, middle, rear, and restricted areas. Essentially, the other three major indigenous families in Yucheng were organized in much the same way.

"Their phone numbers don't connect, and they've moved from their address. I don't know what is true and what is false in what they told me." At this point, Lu Fan's mother began to sob again.

A dazzling white light pierced his eyes, and Ye Xiao felt a sharp pain in his brain as a scene instantly unfolded before him.

On the road, they did not encounter a single spirit beast. Perhaps the creatures had grown clever and learned to hide, or perhaps Jiang Duanliu’s worries were entirely superfluous.

More than a dozen people stepped out of the black sedans. The cars were in a state of total disarray, their glossy bodies covered in deep scratches, ready to be sent to a scrapyard for dismantling.

Yuanshi Tianzun accepted the Witch-Slaying Sword and the Nine-Turn Golden Pellet, thanking him: "Many thanks, elder brother, for your assistance. The situation with the Xuanyuan clan is dire, so I shall take my leave." Carrying the sword and the pellet, Yuanshi Tianzun departed from Mount Shouyang, feeling well-satisfied.

Early the next morning, the sky was clear and rainless. Milon awoke feeling refreshed and full of energy. Intelligence from Thurii arrived just in time: the reinforcements from Laos and Niumtum had not yet arrived, and three thousand men from Thurii were heading toward Castron that afternoon.

The boundless sea stretched out before them, half of the golden sun emerging from the horizon, casting ten thousand rays of light that reflected off the blue water, creating a dreamlike, illusory scene. The partially hidden reefs looked like dotted black gemstones, constantly changing shape in the distorted light.

However, at this moment, the bear demon had to risk his life to escape the devil's clutches, fleeing as far as he could. Otherwise, even if he hid his aura, he would be dug out from three feet underground.

The human race used these Eight Trigrams to calculate and avoid one natural disaster after another. From then on, the weather was favorable, and fewer and fewer people perished in calamities. Fuxi was deeply comforted by this. Sensing that his time was near, he waited only to find the next co-ruler of the human race before his merit would be complete.

Even if Minghe felt aggrieved, there was nothing he could do to resist. The Battlefield of Gods and Demons was a world controlled directly by the Great Dao; it was not a place where he could do as he pleased. With only the Immortal Demon Body at the Creation Realm and a soul cultivation at the half-step Creation Realm, he was no different from an ant in the face of such an entity as the Great Dao.

As the person directly involved, she could clearly sense the intensity of that baleful aura; once unleashed, it would extinguish her soul in an instant.

Logically, an old-school quasi-sage expert like Kunpeng should have been a target for every faction in the Primordial World, even the sages. But with Kunpeng’s betrayal of the demon race and his subsequent contact with Minghe, even the two sages of the West—who were thirsty for talent—dared not extend an olive branch, fearing they might fall into one of Minghe’s schemes.

Camillus emerged from the camp where the wounded were being treated, his heart heavy. The harrowing sight of the struggling wounded in the camp lingered constantly in his mind; their painful groans tugged at his heart, leaving him in a trance.

He recalled the few reporters who had threatened him at the venue; the badges they wore were from National News. It seemed this was the retaliation they had promised.

Lin Feng’s words were by no means alarmist. Historically, we spent over 100 billion RMB to purchase Su-27 technology, and the Su-27 was not even in the same league as the "Panda."

Yan Fei slowly withdrew his palm, and only then did the crowd realize that Jin Xiaoming's head had been driven into his chest by Yan Fei's strike. Not only had his entire neck disappeared, but half of his head was sunken into his chest cavity, making it look as though his head was stuck in his torso—a truly gruesome sight.

Chunmei spoke in the Tujia language, and the Tujia people present all cheered with joy, though Fenqiang and the workers who were not Tujia could not understand a word.

The Great Emperor of the Ancient Clan looked at Di Xin and, as if suddenly recalling something, gasped and cried out in shock.

A thick, baleful aura accompanied the palace, and those fanatical fans who were keen on making critiques could not help but lower their voices.

Previously, Gu Yue'er had been obsessed with the Sword-Wielding Tournament. What obsession lay behind it, Xu Le could not know, but judging by her demeanor, she seemed determined to succeed.