Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Villain Cries Foul First

“Big brother, come sit here!” Jin Bao’er stood up and pulled Yan Xuan to sit beside her.

Yan Xuan took his seat, only then realizing he was now surrounded by four girls.

“I’ll tell you all, my brother is amazing—he’s especially talented at painting!” Jin Bao’er’s little face was lifted in pride, her tone brimming with admiration.

The three girls responded in perfect harmony with gasps of surprise...

“Hmph.” The old man sneered inwardly, then answered the question.

Such fools, unable to recognize a good heart even when it’s right before them! Seeing Ah Si so stubborn and lost, Liu Xinghao wanted to say something more to enlighten him, but just then, the sound of leather shoes striking the floor echoed from behind.

“Escaped through the window. I always thought humans feared death most, but it turns out even ghosts dread it too.” She was shrouded in a mass of black mist.

“You… no, no, I’m leaving, I’m leaving…” The Dark Sorcerer saw the Devouring Demon Lotus release its devastating aura, threatening to explode at any moment within her spiritual sea.

Then Li Jiang watched as a gigantic head stretched out from within, and to his horror, the ten-story-tall Death Realm wraith looked exactly like a human of this world.

To blind the eyes of these Fire Demon Bulls in the heat of battle was no easy task. Only by leveraging superior numbers and launching attacks from every direction could they hope for success.

What surprised him most was that someone as renowned as Shen Da would resort to such tactics.

“I need to pee,” Lü Xuan said, abruptly breaking the mood, his expression as matter-of-fact as ever, half-smiling as he looked at Qian Duoduo.

Meanwhile, Dahei and Shi Zhongqiu—those two fools—brandished their giant axes, relying on their thick skin and brute strength to charge headlong at two first-stage Xuanwu cultivators. It didn’t take long before those unlucky souls were beaten senseless, as if a thousand peach blossoms had bloomed from their wounds.

“Since you’ve come, you think you can just leave? Do you take this place for a roadside inn, coming and going as you please?” Lou Chao sneered, and by now, a crowd had surged into the villa entrance, blocking the doorway, clearly intent on preventing Wang Qiang and Yuan Ding from leaving.

“What’s going on here? The head was smashed open, but why did light pour out?” Bai Lu’s beautiful eyes froze, her cold expression replaced by bewilderment.

“I’ll try—” Yang Yue’s face flashed through my mind, and recalling everything we’d been through, I softened. I couldn’t remain indifferent, so I agreed. In that moment, I saw Daoist Qingyue and the others visibly relax.

As the staff member’s gaze was about to meet You Xiao’s, he desperately wished he could move away, but any shift would surely expose him. “Stay calm, nothing will happen,” a voice echoed in You Xiao’s mind.

After hearing everything, Shen Wanqing finally understood what her father had been doing these past days. Instantly, she recalled the outburst she’d just unleashed on Xu Qingmo downstairs.

The iron bars weren’t something Wang Qiang couldn’t bend; rather, they were specially prepared for him, not so easily broken as one might think.

Leading the group was a broad-faced, high-browed Frenchman, bearing a resemblance to Simmons, with an understated yet commanding presence between his brows.

Xu Qingmo ignored him. The aftereffects of rare earth consumption were even worse than poison; before Han could even lift a finger, death was inevitable.

“I came here looking for someone. The injuries were merely a misunderstanding,” Qin Long replied in a calm tone.

He was about to run for the door, but immediately—crack!—his voice vanished into the cold, silent night, just as the bespectacled man’s had moments before.

With that, He Yiming took the lead in departing, but he didn’t exert his full strength—otherwise, Captain Xing and Qian Zhiru would never have kept up.