Chapter 044: If Zhou Jingyi Can Do It, Why Can't I?

But now, whether it was the formidable Lone Rain or the Dragon War Spirit, both felt an unexpected sense of defeat, a helpless frustration rising within their hearts. The mysterious man before them seemed like an immovable mountain—no matter how they struggled, they could not budge him. Suddenly, a phrase surfaced in their minds.

In truth, these matters did not require her personal attention, but today, Cloud Veil Moon was plagued by vexation. The taunting gaze of Flowing Fire left her restless, unable to sleep no matter how she tried.

After a hasty wash, Flowing Fire lay back on her bed, replaying the day’s remarkable events in her mind—from driving off Mao Feifei in the morning to rescuing people from the fire. So much had transpired in a single day, and the tension and excitement surpassed anything she could have imagined.

“You seem to have overlooked a rather crucial factor,” Ning Feng said as he looked at Wang Peng’s stormy expression.

Han Shui’er raised her head in astonishment, her gaze fixed on the faint fury in Lin Hanyu’s eyes.

“Hmph, I only know that if others don’t provoke me, I won’t provoke them! Back then, you pushed me past my limits—so why accuse me of cruelty today?” Wang Peng returned Lin the Blind Man’s stare, his eyes sharp and cold.

Qian Ruoruo and Jing Moxuan showed little reaction, as if they hadn’t heard a thing, sitting unbothered on the sofa opposite Ximen Jingyan.

In the video, the rogue shuddered suddenly, and, to his surprise, felt not a shred of doubt about Lone Rain’s words. He sensed that if there truly was no reason, then perhaps this man was telling the truth.

Shrapnel shells, packed with countless pellets, are anti-personnel artillery with devastating effects on living targets but harmless against armored vehicles—thus effectively preventing friendly fire. All the tanks roared to life, their barrels spitting flame and steel shot in a rain of death, crushing relentlessly toward the enemy’s positions.

Chun Jiao, Zisu, and Dou Kou watched Ji Wanrong with nervous faces, worried that her anger might take a dangerous turn.

Sensing the overwhelming aura, Wen Yukou, though unafraid, played her part to the fullest. She retreated two steps, feigning distress and embarrassment.

Xing Ruyan drew a token from her sleeve. Black as ink and forged from the iron of Xuantian, she had secretly taken it while embracing Xing Tian. This was the Demon Token, allowing free passage in and out of Soulshade Valley.

She was at a loss for what to do; her caution had left her utterly at the mercy of Xiao Yan’s overbearing will.

“Why? I came here only to tame the Mini Dragon. What right do you have to stop me? Isn’t the Mini Dragon a spirit of this land as well?” Shinji demanded.

“Xing Tian, today is the day you die!” Feng Yao drew her sword—the Bloodstained Skyward Blade—intending to sever Xing Tian’s head, but Xing Yunjie blocked her, gripping the blade’s edge despite the pain of being cut.

Hearing this, Jun Li couldn’t help but laugh, thinking that the Xiang women only knew how to fight, not to argue. Now she realized they were just as skilled with words.

Since it was the New Year, Qingxue had purposely found Jun Li a festive red jacket embroidered with gold and chosen a set of red gold and ruby jewelry. The bright colors flattered Jun Li’s face, rounder now with pregnancy, lending her an added dignity.

“Ouyang is right—let’s take our time. This guy is practically a top-tier boss. He won’t be easy to deal with. Stay sharp; even if we have to wear him down, we’ll grind him into the dust.” Though worried, now was the time to keep up their fighting spirit and not slacken for an instant.

Jin Ya nodded and turned her pretty face aside, spotting several familiar faces—each among the top hundred of the Hundred Rankings, currently serving under Jiang Yi and Long Zhi.

The daughters of prominent families looked nervously to Lan Rongyue, who reclined lazily on a side pillow, her right hand supporting her chin. Her clear, icy eyes sparkled in the sunset, and her exquisite beauty inspired both self-doubt and envy.

After finishing his move, Su Nan sheathed his lightsaber, scooped up Lady Mist Lotus, who had just completed her attack, and dashed toward the depths of the palace. At this moment, only that direction seemed truly safe.

Unanswered questions swirled in his mind—who exactly was this Carved Wood? What had he done below to escape unscathed?

Mu Xichen swallowed hard. The floor was still littered with ropes dating back thousands of years, countless in number. They now walked atop the bones of the dead, the earth beneath their feet interspersed with fresh soil, yet so many white bones remained exposed.

Though late autumn was cool, the sunlight was warm and gentle. The two of them, so tranquil and at ease, seemed like immortals in a painting, moving all who saw them. Even Lian Xi’s soft sigh, involuntary as a stone into water, sent faint ripples through this harmonious scene.

Although Lady Jing’an had repeated most of her stories about Chu Lian many times, she still listened patiently and committed them to heart.

“What’s that smell? It’s so delicious!” Liang Tao, ever the glutton, spoke up, making the others’ eyes gleam with anticipation.

Lin Phoenix, delicate and frail, was not one for long walks even on level ground—let alone on such steep and rugged mountain paths. After barely five or six miles, she was already drenched in sweat and staggering with exhaustion.

He hadn’t known who was inside the carriage, but seeing Hua Mian’s distracted state, he guessed it must be Ji Yunye.

There was much to prepare before roasting a duck; with only an hour until noon, the dish would have to wait until evening.

Everyone turned to look and were shocked by Su Nan’s appearance. He looked exactly like their teammate—a perfect duplicate, impossible to tell apart. Had it not been for the other one lying on the ground, they would have thought they’d seen a ghost.

The youth’s gratitude was so sincere that Lin Xiao felt ashamed for the unconscious trace of distance he’d shown.

After the formalities, Xiao Yifeng assigned Raymond a position—straight to Admiral of the Marine Corps, a most generous appointment.

The gunshot just now came from the police car, but was it Ma Kang or Yu Min who fired? Lei Jun’s instincts told him it was Yu Min, and that Ma Kang was probably scared out of his wits by now.

In these three days, the Scorpion had given up hope—especially after witnessing Jiang Yin’s terrifying poison techniques and having a venom pill stuffed in his mouth. He had completely defected.

“Heh, don’t worry. I’ll naturally make sure Su Mei and Bai You never find out,” Jie said with a smile.

“Bei Cang, Silver Phantom—those two are still alive?” As the abyssal monsters stirred, the gods Lei and Yao dropped their pretenses.

The Blood Demon King made a show of whispering in someone’s ear but was actually sending a secret voice transmission, leaving Milo, Field, and the others listening in vain, unable to hear a word.