Chapter 94: In the Eye of the Storm

"No problem." Xu Yang agreed without the slightest hesitation, nodding directly.

With a cold, sinister glare, Shen Lang shot Xu Yang a look, gritting his teeth and suppressing his anger as he spoke, "It's a deal."

As he spoke, he swiftly wrote out a check and handed it to Xu Yang.

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Wholeheartedly immersed in cultivation, his strength steadily increased, and in the end, he surpassed Lin Fenghua. Though it was partly because Lin Fenghua's own cultivation heart faltered, it was still an achievement and a breakthrough for Tang Ao, bringing him genuine satisfaction.

The two servants did not pursue further. Instead, they turned and fixed their gaze on the ten or so martial artists still seated in the tavern. Those men’s faces changed slightly, growing wary, yet they reassured themselves that they had done nothing to provoke trouble.

Amidst this aura of bloodlust, the six Golden Immortals—Guangchengzi, Chijingzi, and the others—found their eyes growing ever redder, their expressions increasingly twisted and ferocious.

Xu Guang wanted to say more, but Mo Mo stopped him. "You say I’m not qualified to join Team Three?"

In the next instant, the Iron Demon fell to his knees with a heavy thud, covering his face with his hands and weeping bitterly.

The Buddhist disciples, seeing Zhunti arrive in person, hurriedly knelt in greeting, addressing him as Mother Buddha Zhunti, while the Five Directional Buddhas also paid their respects.

Suddenly, Chen Ao thought of Zhao Ling. He mused, "This Brother Zhao seems clever and resourceful, and he commands capable people. Perhaps he can help me through this difficult time."

"Master, rest assured, your disciple understands!" Kong Xuan replied on behalf of both himself and Da Peng. Without question, Kong Xuan would take the lead between the two of them.

The strange flames seemed almost sentient, chasing it relentlessly from every direction. The terrifying heat threatened to burn through space itself; through the surrounding fire, the One-Horned Wild Lion Beast could see the nearby air twisting and warping.

"Why do you want to see him? If you’re hoping to persuade him to spare the Li family, that’s a little unrealistic," Ye Qingling said seriously, brushing a lock of hair from her forehead. She knew very well what kind of person Su Yang was—someone who, if offended, would make your entire family suffer.

Seeing that Vermilion Bird did not answer, Chen Fei let out a small laugh. The coldness in his expression faded, for the awe-inspiring Maya had drawn him and Vermilion Bird closer.

After finishing his morning classes, Lin Feng left the school gates, intending to buy a new phone. The Motorola he had been using was now with Long Feng, also known as Zhao Yusheng.

The four of them rushed forward, seemingly covering hundreds of miles, when suddenly a commotion could be heard ahead.

Staring at Gu Hao, whose mouth was smeared with blood yet who still smiled at him, Wu Jin stood frozen for a moment. The previous strike had come too suddenly—if not for the warning, even if he had dodged, he would have paid a price. As it was, the blow merely grazed past his head.

Standing between the nameless elder and the young man, Chen Fei gripped the Sword of Illusion, his heart steeling. Since enmity with the Clearheart Sect was already set, killing one was no different than killing two. If that was the case, he, Chen Fei, would kill again and see if they dared to pursue him further.

What was 110? In the past, they had always sneered at that profession. Now, however, they saw it as the best solution.

"Brother Lin, since you’ve come all this way, why not come in and sit for a while and let Zhongda play host?" someone said cheerfully, blocking the doorway as if they’d anticipated his arrival.

The thin shopkeeper’s words were ordinary enough, but Lin Feng and Mei Wuhua both knew the man was intentionally belittling his own jade. Properly cut, this piece was worth far more than the few million he claimed—at the very least, it would fetch over ten million.