Chapter 57: Would You Like to Try It First Before Making a Judgment?

Lu Tianyu produced a document and tossed it onto the table. "Trying to run?"

Zhang Jingyan feigned calmness as she picked up the file, though a flash of panic betrayed her in her eyes.

"Some had their brains sucked dry by man-eating monsters... and many, many others. Anyway, their deaths were all utterly gruesome. That damned Furnice must have suffered some unspeakable torment during his lifetime, breeding a deep-seated desire for vengeance against humanity. Even in death, he refuses to let the living find peace!" Old Feng said with fierce indignation.

"I see." Liu Yi understood, yet he did not pursue the topic further, knowing that asking more would likely be of no use.

"Sigh, what terrible luck today. First I run into an idiot, and now a lunatic. Are the brains of the disciples in charge of recruiting handymen made of tofu dregs? Why do they keep attracting people like this?" As he turned around, Zhao Mang muttered under his breath, his words laden with dissatisfaction toward the disciples responsible for recruitment at the Black Iron Sect.

A flash of blue light materialized in mid-air—it was Feiying plunging from the sky, aiming directly to pierce the crown of the skull. Yet, with a crisp "ding," it was deflected away; astonishingly, Feiying could do nothing against it.

At this very moment, the ninety-thousand-foot-tall sacrificial altar appeared supremely sacred, as though infused with the profound DAOfire of the Great Dao. In the eyes of the many almighty experts, the once-unremarkable altar had utterly transformed. It was no longer a mere sacrificial altar, but Ji Tian's path ascending to the heavens.

Seeing him reach out a hand, Zijin decisively distanced herself, simultaneously taking a ferocious bite out of the delicacy in her hand.

Ji Tian had known from the start that the geniuses of the top ten tribes each possessed the strength to injure him, yet he had not expected that even with him going all out, this Di Qi was a match for him, holding his own without losing ground in the slightest.

Shu Yao hurried over immediately to heal the bodies of Jiang Haojun and Zhang Yifei, a soft green light enveloping them entirely.

With that, she shot a look at the Primordial Everlasting Thunder, signaling him, "It's time to work for the master, hurry up and demand those three thousand Pure Water Thunders."

"Xiao Zhe, what are you talking about? I don't understand a single word." Ji Nuanxin turned her body away, refusing to look at Xiao Zhe.

Meeting his gaze, Chu Xiangsi felt for a moment as though she had plunged into a bottomless abyss, surrounded by bone-chilling cold and suffocating danger.

All the Dao rhymes dissipated with this single punch from Jiang Dongyu. Deprived of the support of Dao rhyme, the Dao painting was no longer a Dao painting, but merely an ink painting. Naturally, the heavens collapsed and the earth ruptured, space itself disintegrating.

Thus, Consort Yue reigning supreme in her favor across all six palaces never once invited suspicion—truly a wondrous spectacle within the Daming Palace.

Around him stood the eager-faced Ye Feng and the Spirit-Suppressing Doraemon-grade Platform, while Sheng Fengnian in the adjacent hospital bed kept his lips tightly pressed, still unconscious.

"Didn't Uncle say at the hospital that he was returning to the group headquarters? Why did he come back to the Ji family instead?" Ji Anqi asked.

"Dad, you must believe me! Lan Qianxue was really killed by Xiao Zhe! It was really Xiao Zhe who killed her..." Ji Nuanxin screamed frantically.

Chi Huan ripped the IV drip from his arm and staggered toward Sheng Fengnian, attempting to snatch back [Master Zhou's Loving Egg Noodles]. Unfortunately, it was too late; Sheng Fengnian had slurped down the entire bowl in a mere five seconds, even licking the bottom clean.

Zhu Linjiang knew that trying to dissuade Heavenly King Yun at the very outset would be entirely meaningless. Heavenly King Yun had to be allowed to vent the grievances pent up over these past days, while also acknowledging the strength of the Blazing Sun Fire Phoenix Eagle. Only then could negotiations proceed, for fair negotiations are forever founded upon equal strength.

As he spoke, Song Shuhang surreptitiously glanced back toward the interior of the residence, as though deathly afraid of being overheard by the seven cultivators inside.

After walking a short distance, Qin Sang could not shake the feeling that this village was somehow out of the ordinary. Closing her eyes slightly to sense her surroundings, she detected a faint, lingering trace of resentment.