Volume One, Chapter 48: Shen Yubai, This Is Rape!

When Feng Yizhou heard Li Ruochu’s terrified cries for help, he didn’t hesitate for a moment, rising instantly and rushing out the door.

Luan Fei shook his head heavily, thinking his own musings had grown more and more absurd. He decided to stop dwelling on them, cleared his mind, and headed straight toward Yuncheng County.

Lota, swaying with a crate of her homemade liquor, arrived at the door of Brotor and knocked.

After Song Ling’s words, Changqing couldn’t help but smile. In that smile, he suddenly remembered the times Jia Qian Le Yao had come to his residence seeking him in vain.

Kaisa was not the sort to stay in line. In America, would he follow James around? Of course not—he sought out his own thoroughbred steeds. Riding the great horses delayed the onset of black hoof, relaxed his muscles and mind, and brought countless benefits. For such advantages, Kaisa would certainly strive to be the best horse trainer.

Naturally, many adolescents with delusions of grandeur idolized Light Yagami. They believed it was entirely his own skill that earned the dragon’s trust. In this battle for names and faces, Light Yagami had triumphed. As for his methods? In victory or defeat, who would care about such details?

Zang Hanri watched the shifting expressions on Changqing’s face with a mocking smile, then, with a single word, reversed the flow of spiritual energy through his veins, causing his power to explode and ending his life.

Han Zihao shifted his gaze to Leng Yue and Huo Wu beside Han Xue, then glanced at Ni Shang, Chimei, and Rose.

Jiggs and Ferdinand seemed to be deep in discussion, occasionally chuckling, certainly plotting how best to entrap beauties in Russia. Jiggs was an old hand at such games, though his charm had waned with age; in his youth, he was more irresistible than any heartthrob.

The second day of the magic-religion tournament dawned, drawing the attention of forums and media alike. The events of the previous day and night made this demonic religious contest the focus of worldwide attention. As the competition began, athletes from Chengdu broke records, and the city grew noticeably crowded.

Jia Dachuang listened to the seemingly reasonable, yet utterly nonsensical explanation, his fingernails digging deep into his flesh.

Chen Jiu knew well that I wouldn’t come here to see him without good reason; seeking him meant something urgent. The exchange outside was merely for show—now was the time to speak of real matters.

Carrying the winding and gentle wind of the Xiao that drifted along, I gazed ahead, piercing through the scene; everywhere my eyes fell was shrouded in oppressive darkness and depth.

Wang Qiang’s internal energy erupted violently, surging from his body and granting him tremendous force. After slamming both palms onto the ground, his body spun upward, and he barely managed to evade the attack.

Yet along the way, the flickering firelight was dim and restless—whatever true emotions might have existed were barely discernible. The jailer, convinced he had seen wrong, felt uneasy.

Leaving the Palace of Pure Serenity, I kept recalling why Feng Bao had gone to Zhang Juzheng’s side last night, acting so furtively. I wanted to seek out Feng Bao and learn the news, but lacked any real excuse. Even Wang Qiang hadn’t been in touch for ages; I wondered how he was. Perhaps that was reason enough to visit him.

As the forces collided, the aftershock tore a fissure one yard wide and nearly a hundred feet long into the earth. Countless trees were shattered and felled by the storm.

As clever as she was, how could she not understand Lai Junchen’s inner torment? She knew why he behaved so strangely.

Wang Qiang idly cleaned his ear, having grown utterly weary of such threats after hearing them countless times.

That palm carried a fierce aura, stirring black sand across the ground like a surge of dark mist, slashing toward Ru Meng.