Chapter 20: A Night of Murder Beneath the Dark Moon and Raging Winds

He could not possibly remain by Qin Hao’s side in his beast soul form forever; once his soul regained its strength and found a suitable body, he would leave Qin Hao behind.

“Damn it! Heaven, you pervert!” I howled at the sky in utter fury, but found my voice pathetically weak.

“Is this really what a society governed by law should be doing?” Xu Manman declared proudly, pointing at the armed police officers.

Hearing his words, I frowned deeply, suspecting that this fellow was trying to brainwash us. Whatever he wanted us to do next was certainly no good.

After issuing instructions to his subordinates, he swept his arms wide, and a defensive spell instantly formed around him, perfectly shielding the large computers and array behind him.

Compared to those who had been forced into this, his attitude was clearly far more positive. At least outwardly, he showed no fear of the opposing forces, looking as though he genuinely wanted to win.

With a fire burning in his heart, Kong Zhen acted somewhat rashly. He failed to carefully study Tang Yun’s stance or the “Chimera” mech.

At this moment, with Admiral Hook’s support, I stepped down from the podium. Standing at a height, I saw Di Fa glance back at me, lips curving in a vivid, upward smile.

With the captain dead, the others scattered like startled birds and beasts! They were truly terrified. They all knew the captain’s strength—if even he was defeated in a single exchange, what chance did they have? There was only one thought in their minds: run. The farther, the better.

Scanning the courtyard again, I saw the standard layout of three rooms: the central hall flanked by side chambers. Only the windows of the main hall glimmered with faint firelight.

With both hands, I hurled the Nine Dragons. The foremost ship was pierced right through by the dragons, its hull splintering apart.

For a moment, as the dozen or so burly demon soldiers charged, the floor beneath the city tower trembled.

A muffled thud sounded from behind—one last person collapsed stiffly. Perhaps out of terror, he’d tried too hard and actually fainted on the spot.

But in that very instant, Ning Yue was seized by an inexplicable chill, an ominous premonition rising in his heart. At the same moment, the ancient sword Anxuan shone with a crimson light, humming in warning, as if to alert him.

Qi Yan’s eyelids twitched imperceptibly. Overexerting himself, he was struck by sharp pain in his back and a strong taste of blood filled his mouth.

The next moment, Liu Na realized she was holding Huang Shang too tightly and could hardly breathe, so she let go for a while.

I grinned and nodded, waiting until they left to open the package. Inside was a purple-red decorative necklace. Though plastic, it was beautifully styled; I put it on at once, delighted.

Everyone immediately scattered to their seats, burying themselves in work as if there were mountains of tasks before them.

Unfortunately, if the Sword God thought he could simply crush the statue, he was mistaken. After all, his opponent was at the late innate stage.

Ye Qingwu’s slender fingers held several Frost Silver Needles, which flashed past Rong Shen like a gale, leaving countless cuts. Even more strangely, wherever the needles touched, ugly festering boils formed.

Afterward, Li Fusheng’s family all felt satisfied, though the price still made them wince.

Everyone looked at Rong Shen in the distance. Some even felt a twinge of sympathy for Mao, and even Xi Yan, who resented Rong Shen greatly, admitted his fate was pitiful. To be buried alive before everyone by the master—she almost wanted to laugh, and it was hard to stifle it.

“Oh my, young master! I’ve finally found you!” The courtesan hurried to Niu Xunyang’s side, instantly wrapping her arm around his, pouting coquettishly.

Alecto had been struggling all along, but still couldn’t bring herself to say the word “father.” She wondered if, should she call out, Lorenzo might turn and look at her, offer comfort, or even scold her.

“I know what you’re thinking, but Roland was raised by both of us. I trust my own judgment,” Iliad said calmly, folding his hands and looking at Dylan.

“My lord Lorenzo, what brings you here so early?” Lorenzo looked up at the sound of Barnett’s voice, with Dolores following behind.

“With a place this size, if there really is a treasure here, wouldn’t it be like the entrance, protected by an array?” Ruan Lili wondered aloud.

Dan Valley possessed a true cauldron—an affirmation and guarantee of their alchemical skill. This was something the five great hosts of the Pill Alliance had begrudged for a thousand years.

Seeing his move work, Wei Kai watched as Lu Yi rushed to rescue Ye Mei and turned his attack on him. He dodged quickly, evading Lu Yi’s strikes. Lu Yi’s Five Element Fists hit nothing but air.

“We’re just holding hands, nothing else has happened,” Liu Shuang said clearly this time.

To unlock their spirit clan identity, the Elder Spirit had told Zhang Jian, players must reach a certain level and complete major quests before they can awaken the spirit clan’s inheritance.

“By the way, I’ve cleaned up ten guest rooms today. The conditions are quite good—they’re mid-grade rooms, a level above your current ones. If you’re interested, let me know.” Wang Feng’s tone softened as he addressed Xie Ling’er and Qin Rou, the only two left in the courtyard.

When I arrived, a sacrificial altar several meters deep had exposed five differently colored stones.

As for whether slaying the Blackwood God would provoke some hidden power’s wrath—even if there were truly mighty beings watching in secret, Nan Ying God would bear the brunt, leaving him room to maneuver.

On the Xuan Dao Platform, Yun Ling approached the sword, her heart filled with confusion. She didn’t know why she had to vie for it, only that after awakening, a voice inside her kept urging her onward.

What the hell is wrong with you? I’ve given you food and drink, yet you come before me with this nonsense. Are you plotting to seize my place?

“Alright, boss.” The archer immediately aimed at the sea serpent, letting an arrow fly with a sharp twang. It struck the serpent squarely in the neck.

This land was desolate beyond words—wherever the eye traveled, only endless yellow sand howled through the air. Not a trace of life could be found, and the wild, ancient energy raged unchecked across the wasteland.