35. Anger and Delusion

The bow sprang up, rebounding a great distance until it landed right before a child: the young Wulanaga.

Though the man spoke with reason, he had never stepped into the mortal world. He knew nothing of the hardships of life, the devastation of disasters, the inevitability of birth, aging, illness, and death, nor the burdens of human entanglement. Naturally, he could not comprehend the people of this world.

Startled by the sudden voice beside him, Sui Tang paused, then turned to look at Maireisu, only to find her gazing at him with an inquisitive expression.

Shuishui, however, decided to wait until after dinner to take them out. Since it was raining, and Huskies were inherently playful pets, they would surely return covered in mud. It would be much better to wait for her brother to come home in the evening, so they could walk the dogs together—one for each of them.

For the average alchemist at the late stage of the Art Master level, refining Tier 1, Level 5 or 6 pills is the limit. Indeed, even disciples from many prominent alchemical families cannot break this convention. Only a select few, like Mu Bai, can challenge a Tier 1, Level 7 pill while still at the late stage of the Art Master level.

To the surprise of the Martial Gods, the fellow actually surrendered and even offered up his own gloves.

The previous evening, the Golden Dragon Prince’s consort and Li Mingyue had both visited Empress Dowager Xiao.

Before arriving, I had considered this outcome, but because Gu Qin-zhi promised he had arranged everything, I thought I could at least maintain a facade of peace with Gu Changshan. I was too naive; he clearly did not see it that way.

This man was not unattractive, but when he touched her, she felt a sense of revulsion—a feeling completely different from when Fu Jingsi touched her.

"I don't know, but she missed the event she was supposed to attend last night. Moreover, the Americans and Mr. Long both looked quite displeased; it seems there's more to this," replied a reporter holding a long-lens camera, though his tone remained calm.

Wang Peng was about to speak again, but he realized the situation on the field had already taken a new turn.

Qin Yan was slightly worried. He was truly afraid that the person who stole the True Mantra of Movement would act recklessly. In truth, the best course of action for that person right now was to run—to flee as far as possible until Qin Yan could no longer sense his presence, thereby safeguarding the True Mantra.

However, there was no need for anyone to tell him. Though Daidai wasn't particularly clever, he at least possessed a clear concept of "friend versus foe," and he knew how to attack. So, he took action—though not with his "hands," but with his mathematics. One could see Daidai already in a state of silent contemplation; this was his battle stance.

Du Er-ya had already grasped the implications of the situation. From her perspective, it was a difficult choice, so she turned to look at Shui Han. Shui Han nodded, signifying his consent.

With every two hops, the zombies emitted a chilling, murderous sound that echoed through the narrow space, striking at the fragile hearts of those gripped by fear.

"What? Those bandits weren't people you hired in disguise?" Jia Qianqian was stunned. Could the bandits from just a moment ago have been real?

Yanjun naturally did not understand. She watched as Lu Zhi opened the rear doors of the carriage and hurried over. It turned out the doors were double-layered; the outer layer opened sideways and was locked from the outside, while the inner layer opened vertically, with latches facing the interior and square holes likely intended for surveillance or defense.

"It will be very painful!" A-Niu looked at her. "The top layer of skin cracking and reforming—it’s not a game." In truth, A-Niu endured this agony every day, a deep, pervasive pain throughout his entire body.

One could not see this man's face, for he wore a peculiar mask painted with a poker face. The three women referred to him as "Lord K," though they were entirely ignorant of his true identity.

The Yan family had truly lost all face thanks to Lu Fei's actions this time, but they had brought it upon themselves; they could blame no one else. There were plenty who disliked them, and Lu Fei was merely one of them.

Xie Jin-chi was quiet for a moment before saying, "Ran Yu, calm down and come with me first. We can discuss other matters once their battle concludes." Ran Yu did not speak.

At the same time, everyone watched with anticipation, waiting to see how Ye Qingyu would deal with the Chu family once he returned and discovered they had touched the treasure of his heart.

His bright, sharp eyes scanned her without restraint, and He Lian-cheng felt a flicker of shock.

That night, Xu Muning talked a great deal with Pei Feng. They spoke mostly of the martial world and little of pugilism, giving Pei Feng a deeper understanding of the vast "rivers and lakes" of modern society.

The five elements generated one another, and the defensive aura field strengthened immediately. If he could now control the legal essence within that aura, cutting off its connection to the external vital energy, his aura field would formally transform into a domain.

Dongfang Bai, consumed by shame and anger, attacked Yi Qiu relentlessly. One after another, strange and exquisite sword techniques flowed from his hands, striking at Yi Qiu in an endless stream.

Of course, Qin Yu paid a price. After the giant whale's sonic shock, his eyes grew dim and his face turned deathly pale. Yet, he did not retreat a single step. He raised his hand, seized the black mist separated from the soul-refined whale monster above his head, and condensed it into a blade, striking down in an instant.

The War Emperor’s Holy Soul appeared immediately, standing in mid-air like a god of war. Its immense soul power surged toward the Purple Cloud Lightning Leopard like a tidal wave, despite the beast’s desperate resistance.

Yi Qiu glanced coldly at the man in the black robe. His gaze, sharp as a sword, sent a chill through the man’s heart, forcing him to take a step back.

"Brother Han, the Blood Wolf is dead. You must be devastated. You just don't want to show it. I can feel it—even though you seem cheerful in front of us, the sorrow in your heart refuses to fade," Jie Hun said, looking at Ling Han.

As the sole witness to this earth-shattering battle, Xia Sheng’s body, mind, and thoughts trembled from beginning to end. He could only wonder if he had fallen into a nightmare of immense terror.

Then, he suddenly realized that the moment he came into contact with the pool water, a refreshing breeze washed over his entire body.

"W-what? Elder Mo Yan-qing!?" Tang Hua’s pupils trembled as she covered her lips. Elder Mo Yan-qing was the Hall Master of the War Hall, known as the "First Warrior" of their Tianji Sect. No, it couldn't be, could it?

Regrettably, Huang Feng did not respond to him. After carrying him back, he simply dumped Qian Zhou-gang by the trench where he had been lying earlier.

His figure flashed, following the path of the horsetail whisk as he charged toward Bai Qi. At the same time, his expression shifted as he made a decision.