Chapter 86: The Scoundrel Who Lives Off Women

After Lu Li revealed himself, he was immediately met with a storm of frenzied attacks. His Gale Step, which he had already used in his previous battle with the Paladin, was now unavailable. With no invincible technique at hand, he could only grit his teeth and force his way toward his opponent.

Tu Ge narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the palaces beneath the dusk, nostrils flaring as if searching for prey in the forest, as he once did.

The Soul-Stirring Sword Orb was indeed deadly, but compared to the "Butcher of Men," it lacked a certain savagery. Humanity would always have wars—among themselves, between themselves and the Star Beasts. Far into the future, perhaps Luo Tang would return with those so-called "Divine Race" to battle humans again. And perhaps in an even more distant future, when humans finally step beyond this world, they will inevitably clash with other "people" from another world.

The Xuantian Sword Sovereign hovered, motionless, for a long moment. At last, he looked down upon the Death Wasteland below, watching as Jun Ao and his companions sped across its barren expanse.

For a time, humanity had lost track of Earth’s coordinates. In centuries of inheritance, they nearly forgot their origin on Earth. By the time they found it again, it was already overtaken by primeval forests, every trace of civilization swallowed by nature.

Tangton’s aura surged once more. The Throne of Heroes was summoned, then disassembled, transforming into a suit of armor that fitted itself onto his body.

He had already been astonished to hear that someone in the Eastern Jiao Mining District had once earned tens of millions of top-grade spirit stones in a single transaction. But now, learning that within the Tianyun Secret Realm, someone had amassed hundreds of millions at once—and that wasn’t even counting the value of secret manuals and supreme treasures—this revelation truly shocked him.

Now, his confidence was absolute. If he were to face Guang Tianyun again, even if both used the same techniques, he was certain he could defeat Guang Tianyun and claim victory.

Thus, the situation on the battlefield flipped in an instant. The man on the right, who had hoped to kill two birds with one stone, ended up with an injured arm, and his spear strike would only severely wound Qin Liang. In effect, he had handed victory to the man on the left.

After grabbing his clothes, Cao Yue dashed into the bathroom for a quick wash, took a stimulant pill, and prepared to leave.

Gao Fei pulled out a handful of spirit stones and tossed them to the fortune-telling old man. “I guess today’s just my unlucky day! Running into a rascal like you!” He cursed, then stormed off in a huff.

Here, the wind and clouds moved with much more regularity. Relying on his acute senses, Liang Dong skillfully borrowed more of the wind and cloud’s power. The frosty white wings on his back fluttered lightly as he gripped the rocks, enabling him to gather strength and climb higher once more.

If there were a phrase to describe Ding Wei’s current predicament, it would be “joy turned to sorrow.” Just moments ago, he’d been so pleased with himself that he let down his guard around Liu Zijian, who then took the chance to strike.

Li Tianyi’s actions startled everyone in the hall. None had expected him to defy the very purpose of the ghosts, forcibly exorcising a spirit. Though this displayed his formidable power, it also left a sense of unease among the crowd.

Ahn Jae-seok nodded in agreement, watching Baek Ma-jun’s face as he slowly made his way toward the kitchen.

Though it was the National Day holiday, business at the tea house was still brisk, with students remaining the main clientele.

For a moment, the two servants were at a loss as to how to respond. Just then, a figure appeared above them.

Unless these matters were thoroughly sorted out and resolved, the situation before them would remain a dead end—a truly inescapable predicament.

Unlike before, this year’s MAMA Awards, now bearing new significance, would be grandly held, truly facing the whole of Asia.

“You speak well, but how can I trust you? You say you’ve made peace, but who knows if you’ll seek revenge on us in the future? Isn’t the whole martial world aware that your Blood Spirit Sect is known for holding grudges?” I narrowed my eyes and said in a low voice.

In our desperation, we both extended our swords to block the incoming objects. There was a sound of clashing metal, and both our hands were struck with tremendous force.

“What’s this? You can’t even withstand a little pain? Have you never heard, ‘Endure the greatest hardships to become the best among men’?” After a hundred breaths, the two were nearly spent, yet He Shaoji bore a crazed smile, addressing the man in black while sweeping his gaze over the others.

He needed to immediately confirm whether the blueprint he was seeing was an actually implemented design, or merely a draft the owner had once conceived but never realized.

Others might not know, but as one of Shushan’s Sword Sovereigns, she was well aware that the Executioner Sword had already been used by the Sect Leader to test this Stone Man. Having tested it, she knew that cultivators were not necessarily the strongest beings between heaven and earth. There were many powers beyond imagination.

A single question of doubt made Shen Fang’s hair stand on end, even though he was not from the world of Journey to the West: Sequel. One wrong answer, and he might face the wrath of a peerless demon lord.

Fang Shuixian felt as if she’d punched into cotton, her strength dissipating uselessly—a most frustrating feeling.

Having completed his mission, Grant did not return directly to the Imperial City, but headed instead to an inconspicuous house in the northern district of the City of Providence.

Leng Qinghan clenched his fists, gazing at Xia Fanxing’s radiant face with a heart full of unending fury.

This actually raised Zhang Nianzu’s opinion of him. Seizing half a ton of narcotics—what a newsworthy event and an opportunity for publicity! Even if he’d brought journalists and armed police to surround the place, he was simply following procedure. In this sense, Captain Peng was a practical man.

After handling all this, Liang Yubo left the parking lot, his attention drawn to the shared bicycles nearby.

Sitting before the vanity, Liang Yubo exchanged skill points for opera singing, quickly applying his own makeup. Such a task was now effortless for him.

“Xun Chang, what is your relationship with Yi Qingshuang? Who are you, really?” Shen asked gently, gazing at him.

Now, I am like a running child beneath a sky shrouded in dark clouds. Without an umbrella, I can only sprint with all my might. Even though I cannot see the obstacles ahead, I will not stop moving forward. Under the gloomy sky, only by pressing on can I hope to find a place that truly belongs to me.