Volume One, Chapter 21: Worthless

At this very moment, Yuan Feilong was filled with despair. His throat was clamped tightly in Lin Yu’s hand, causing him excruciating pain.

"Listen well, you waste!" Lin Yu ignored his struggle, offering only a cold, chilling warning. "If you are not satisfied, you may come to seek revenge whenever you wish! But if you dare to strike at those around me again, I will grind your bones to dust!"

With a flick of his wrist, Lin Yu cast him aside. Yuan Feilong was flung over a hundred meters like a discarded rag, sliding across the ground through a trail of his own blood before finally coming to a halt.

"Ah…!" Yuan Feilong let out a series of agonizing screams, his entire body shattered. What was even harder to endure was the humiliation brought upon him by Lin Yu. The premier deputy commander under the illustrious Female God of War had been defeated in a single stroke, and the entire elite group of the Flying Dragon Manor...

Such wanton slaughter naturally drew the attention of the human race, but due to time constraints, the two perpetrators had already retreated to the demon tribe’s main encampment. By the time the human Union-stage cultivators arrived to investigate, there was no longer a trace of them left.

The burly man groaned in misery, while the third young lady quickly apologized to the others before hurrying off after Bai Wei.

These backgrounds highlighted her intelligence, but they had absolutely nothing to do with the art of medicine.

Xie Qin thought to himself that this man was finished. Even as an outsider, he knew that Tang Qi had likely stepped on a landmine; no matter how composed Tang Jiazhu usually was, he would surely be furious now.

Jinghong raised a hand, and twenty beast talismans fluttered out, instantly transforming into ferocious demonic beasts that charged into the illusion array.

"So that is how the Gelaohui managed to grow so large..." Xie Qin whispered to himself.

"No..." The moment she met Bai Yu’s gaze, Bai Xue’s tone faltered, and she lowered her head.

The two of them devoted a portion of their focus to observing, and indeed, they discovered that their footwork and movements held deep mysteries.

Who could have guessed that this fellow would be so impolite, repeatedly insulting the members of the China team?

About two months later, the peace of An Tian Town was broken without warning by a group of suddenly appearing demonic cultivators.

After all, the Mafia alone could not contend with the entire underground world alliance; only by cooperating with those ancient families could they hope to compete.

"Heh, get up. You did well. If I were you, I would have done the same. So, that means Gongsun Lie did not perish back then?" Wu Fan asked with a smile.

Li Mu, watching the scene from the side, nearly burst into laughter. The ghost, once drunk, spoke in what sounded like a roar, and his words were heard clearly by everyone present.

"…That is about all there is to it." Yu Yaohai, his throat parched from speaking, had never said so much in his entire life as he had this night.

With the strength of a Martial God, even if the members included experts, they could hardly pose much of a threat.

His father’s stern reprimand still echoed in his ears. If he were to ruin the current negotiation opportunity and bring catastrophe upon the Xu family, it would be a result he could never bear.

With Tang Baiyu’s internal energy cultivation, his words cut through the deafening roar of the river, and all five people present heard him clearly.

He climbed into his bed, attempting his first night sleeping away from home. He had experienced so much this night that even the chaotic and noisy environment could not stop the naive youth from drifting into slumber.

"Random teleportation?" Wen Xin speculated. Looking into the distance, he faintly discerned some human figures and began to walk toward them.

However, a figure moved like a ghost, covering the distance in a few swift steps and flashing inside.

One could already imagine A-Tao’s mood. Originally, he only needed to pay three million, but now, he had to pay double the tuition.

He went to the kitchen intending to drink some water to fill his stomach, only to find freshly prepared food on the temperature-controlled table.

Suddenly, the figure in white let out an angry shout. A cold sword erupted with over a dozen points of icy light, striking the dozen or so enemies before him. As it turned out, the figure had used the sword to kick up over a dozen pebbles from the ground.

When Ye Feng saw these reports, he had already foreseen the scene of Ricky Davis being traded; after all, the Cavaliers could not possibly send away their number-one draft pick.

Seeing the grave expression on Mei Hanxia’s face, Li Zhichen’s heart sank. Although Mei Hanxia’s cultivation was not as high as his own, he would never misjudge a situation.

Whether out of anger, or the helplessness and resentment of being abandoned without warning, he suddenly stepped forward and pulled out those lily seedlings.

Li Zhichen circulated his power once, his eyes fixed. He poured his soul essence into the fire-element servant body. He watched as colorful streams of light dispersed throughout the vessel, constantly devouring the energy within. Patches here and there fought and consumed one another, attacking from within the servant body.

"This is?" Chang Sheng stared blankly at the token. Being a member of the Black Guild, she naturally knew what that token signified.

Because Carter and Du Lun had been partners for many years, Du Lun recommended Long Jianfei to him.

One must know that in addition to the three major forms of Dunhuang dance—Whirling, Leaping, and Zhezhi—the Sword Dance also falls under the category of "Jianwu" (vigorous dance), and its sense of power is self-evident.

He looked at the somewhat scattered members of Qingyun Stronghold and the unfamiliar, cautious faces walking in from outside the mountains, his gaze growing gentler and more peaceful.

When both sides had killed off enough of those who deserved it and those who did not, even if the fighting could not continue, the order would have shifted dramatically by the time they looked back. That would be the moment for Bai Lang’s Dark Court to take over, which would be far easier and more natural.

Xiao Fan attempted to retract the poison gas clinging to his left hand, and he watched as the black snake scales gradually receded, vanishing beneath his skin. His sharp, pitch-black fingernails also returned to normal. In the end, his entire left palm looked little different from a normal hand, save for the fact that it appeared slightly darker.

Hearing him recount this, everyone present burst into laughter. Even Jue'an and another novice monk standing to the side could not help but smile.

If handled even slightly poorly, it might have caused resentment toward Li Jinglin’s high-handedness.