Chapter 35: The Truth Revealed

“If he had handed you over at that time, it would have only made him appear incompetent.”
“Besides, you already possessed the foundation of the Mei family’s martial arts, which made you valuable to him.”
“Miss Mei, think carefully—over these years, has he treated you any differently than his other subordinates?”
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Wang Xuanlong smiled faintly. It seemed Li Mengsi was quite loyal, not the cold-blooded creature he had imagined, just a bit temperamental before. He could treat his comrades as his own family, and Wang Xuanlong felt a wave of comfort.
The guards were all formidable, almost all possessing the strength of a five-star Soul Saint. But who was Yun Feng? At that moment, his soul force surged violently within, and in an instant, an even greater force radiated from his body. Under this immense power, the guards’ expressions changed as they were thrown back, unable to withstand the shock.
The so-called “Hidden Realm” was a unique concept in the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, symbolizing the ultimate financial limit of each patron.
The young master Gu was naturally the man who had just acted. Chen Yi nodded slightly—three steps away, so what? It made no difference.
Wan He turned to shout, but suddenly, the sharp sound of an arrow whistled through the air, followed by the image of its tip enlarging in his pupils. More arrows followed in rapid succession. Wan He, the master of a sect, was not easily caught off guard; even under surprise attack, he managed to muster his energy and deflect the deadly arrows.
Within the Demon Clan, a half-step Supreme, trembling with fear, crawled before the Dao Patriarch, speaking in terror.
After annihilating the ancient emperor, the Demon-Slaying Order transformed completely, its diamond-inlaid silver-white brilliance shining with exquisite splendor—so beautiful and imposing!
Fei Liangyan heard Shi Yi’s name and immediately looked up, fury blazing, staring at Shi Yi in the corner. He stormed over, dragged Shi Yi from the ground, and pinned him against the wall, glaring at his blank expression.
“Captain Xiao, what’s going on? Is there any news from the command center?” asked an anxious, lightly wounded artillery captain.
“Jonathan, are you certain you sent all the fragments of the golden mask to the Cairo Museum? And it was more than a month ago?” O’Connell questioned, gritting his teeth—his frustration entirely due to Jonathan’s nature, for whenever he saw gold, he cared for nothing else, not even his life.
“Oh? Why do you appear as assassins before me, then? It seems you Huns are testing my patience. If that’s so… tomorrow, I will march my army to eliminate any future threat.” Hearing Yufu Luo’s words, Jiang Qi finally rose, carelessly tossing aside his chess piece, his expression dark and grim as he spoke.
“Then if you deal with Murong Chen, will he retaliate against you?” An Qiu was nervous, worried deeply for Ouyang Che’s situation.
She dared not even look at Fu Nanqing’s expression, unable to think of anything to ease the awkwardness between them.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s late—get some rest.” Lady Ouyang ended the call, giving Ouyang Che no chance to ask further.
Lu Weizhen glanced at the figure at the rear right of the team, thinking her boyfriend truly was handsome. Sleeping under the sky, teaching in the lair of the Gray Ghost—who else possessed such courage and commanding presence?
A half-rotten ancient corpse leapt before him, reaching out to strangle him. Dan Yufei cursed, swinging his sword to cut it down.
She remained frozen in his embrace, like a statue. Chen Xuansong’s grip tightened, enough for her to feel pain. After a while, two streams of tears slid down from her eyes.
The door closed. Ou Ze stood in the room for a moment, biting his lip as he resumed tidying up. A short while later, he heard someone knocking softly, close to the ground.