Chapter 49: Seeking Lodging

Shen Zhao glanced at Zhou Huaixu's wound, which had been inflicted by a sharp weapon. "President Zhou, did you get into a street fight at the hospital today?"

Zhou Huaixu quickly pulled his hand back from her grasp, giving her a cool, sideways glance. "I learned it from you."

Of course, the gap was not that immense; defeating a violent supreme commander was doable, but certainly not in a short period of time.

At this moment, Zhou Yunfeng's wind-attribute battle spirit avatar was hurrying back from the void battlefield. For the entire past five years, he had been cultivating at the headquarters of the Sky-Reaching Alliance, having only emerged from closed-door training a few days ago.

Qin Tian was far from comfortable either; his entire fist had turned red, and the pain radiating from his arm forced him to take three steps back.

Yang Fan held no sympathy whatsoever for the two of them. He directly suppressed them right there using the Five Elements Heavenly Fire Grand Array, and then searched the Chief Steward's body, unearthing a jade slip. Immersing his mind within it, he retrieved a wealth of information concerning the Undying Battle Body clan.

The referee elder's voice had barely faded when Cao Jiuyang's lips parted into a sneer. Brandishing the broadsword in his hand, a sharp whistling sound ripped through the air as he slashed straight toward Zhou Yunfeng.

"What is it that you want?" Xuan Dong's expression turned glacial, yet his heart raced with excitement. Never in his wildest dreams would he have expected Qin Tian to relent so easily.

Therefore, Liu Yu failed to consider this: even if other warlords across the realm were to receive his plea for help, faced with the hundred-thousand-strong Liaodong army personally led by Lü Bu, even the formidable Xiongnu cavalry would not dare to brazenly block their vanguard's sharp edge—let alone a ragtag army like theirs, whose combat effectiveness fell far short of the Xiongnu cavalry.

"Then I'll forgive you one last time. If you ever set me up like this again, I'm genuinely going to cut ties with you." Qin Tian adjusted his breathing, retook his seat on the yoga mat, and began to heal his injuries.

Ling Feiyang was left in a daze solely because of Ling Ping'er's form of address. Ling Ping'er seemed to have completely set her mind on him, following him all the way and consistently addressing him as her husband. Yet Ling Feiyang had never acknowledged it, never taking any of it to heart, and yet... Ling Ping'er appeared entirely earnest.

Elder Lin shouted loudly, "Imperial guards present, kill!" The imperial guards surged toward the minions of the Black Dragon Gang, engaging them in chaotic combat. Meanwhile, Elder Lin and Elder Yuan moved to block the Venerable of a Hundred Infants and the Demonic Blood Sovereign respectively. "Do you wretches really think you can massacre your way into our imperial city? Such utter delusion!" Elder Yuan cursed angrily.

"If you win, I will immediately turn around and leave, and I promise never to pester you again. But if I win... you must take me into the Holy Gate, and I want to meet your Sect Master," Ling Feng said with a beaming smile.

He had once heard people say that when the Lord of Wu'an stayed at his home in Xianyang, he lived a secluded life and was relatively amiable when interacting with others. Yet, as a younger generation junior who had very few opportunities to come into contact with him, Wang He could not possibly imagine what the Lord of Wu'an looked like when he was being "amiable"—even if that were truly the case, the moment he stepped into the military camp, the Lord of Wu'an would transform instantly.

The rest of the words remained unspoken by Jiang Xinyu, for after all, many things cannot simply be articulated; most of the time, people relied entirely on their innate imagination to fill in the blanks.

By this time, however, Dong Fang no longer had the strength to utter a single word. He sat slumped and panting at the edge of a puddle stained crimson with blood. Zhao Bo limped over to his side and sat down as well, his face etched with a bitter smile.

Rongrong then mounted a fierce resistance, grabbing pillows and quilts and hurling them toward him. Yet these pillows passed straight through the man's physical form, crashing directly onto the floor behind him. Rongrong's face turned pale; to some extent, she could now comprehend the nature of the entity she had encountered.

Not far away, the police discovered a bloodstained wallet containing an identity card. Checking the address listed on it, which belonged to a nearby village, they dispatched officers to notify the family members and have them verify whether the deceased was indeed the owner of the ID card.