Chapter 111: Who Is Pulling the Strings?

"Don't ask me whether anyone is backing me. In any case, today either you die or I do."

The mysterious man had no intention of wasting breath on Ye Cheng. Once more he drew in his energy to steady his spirit, bent his legs slightly, and then burst forward with sudden force. In a single charge he unleashed a Tiger-Pressing-From-Above fist technique, crashing down on Ye Cheng with the speed of lightning.

Ye Cheng had already seen through the other man's sect, and so he naturally had nothing to fear...

The pill-refining skill of the Hall of Alchemy Immortals was unrivaled beneath the heavens, something even the demon race had heard of. The demon race prided itself on its talent for cultivation, convinced that human beings could never hope to match them. Yet in the matter of elixirs alone, they carried an eternal pain in their hearts.

Though the move was somewhat risky, she did not believe she had done anything wrong. As the saying went, wealth and honor were found in danger; opportunities had to be seized by one's own hand. If she did not force the other side to make a promise now, then she and her four siblings would sooner or later be used as cannon fodder.

"You... who are you?" A bespectacled doctor looked at the few of us, trembling violently as he spoke.

Only this time, unlike the previous near-success that had ended in failure, Qin Tianji's consciousness was stronger than ever before, vast and boundless like a surging flood.

This was no empty boast. Legend had it that there had once been a divine alchemy master whose cultivation was only at the Nascent Soul stage, yet even the supreme beings of the three realms still dared not slight him in the least.

Ye Chen made no pretense of modesty. In truth, he seldom paid attention to matters that had nothing to do with him. His life was very simple: he merely kept striving to become stronger.

Boss Mo was shaking with rage all over. He wanted to fly into a fury, but knowing that Jade Enchantress was on the ship ahead, he ultimately held himself back with some caution.

Once that score was announced, silence fell over the surroundings. Ren Xinghe? Nearly five thousand points? He had set the highest record so far today?

"A mid-Emperor Realm cultivator? I was able to kill Su Tianding, who had reached the peak of the mid-Emperor Realm, so why would I care about a mere mid-Emperor Realm Shen Qianhe?"

"What the old madam means is..." He had intended to say that he did not understand, but since Old Madam Ye had already made herself so clear, if he kept pretending to be foolish, he would only seem truly stupid.

"My foster father was taken away by an organization. I have to go save him!" Xiao Yunfei said with a bitter smile.

"Send one car to follow them from a distance. Keep reporting. Don't let them notice you. I want to see what kind of trouble he is trying to stir up tonight. Have the main force keep patrolling over there!" Wei Zhenguo said calmly after hearing the report from his subordinate.

What the Han family members felt now was utter incomprehension. Frost stared coldly at those people, a sneer rising in his heart. Having become someone else's dog, they truly had lost even the last shred of dignity, left only with wagging their tails and begging for mercy.

Ding Han shook his head. He did want to take Sun Chaoyang away, but he knew the strength of the Enforcement Hall. If that man was stronger than Sun Chaoyang, then even with him standing guard, once the man made a move, Sun Chaoyang would likely be impossible to protect and would certainly be seized. Since that was the case, Ding Han no longer wanted to compete with Lin Yumeng for him, and he nodded in agreement.

Ye Lu'an had long since been scared out of his wits. He could only keep saying that lard had blinded his heart, that he had acted in a moment of confusion, and he repeatedly begged Old Madam Ye for forgiveness.

The pain slowed his speed. It was a purely physiological reaction. He had originally thought he might still be able to counterattack the gunman, but he had been wrong. In such a dense storm of bullets, surviving at all was already the greatest of fortunes.

Shen Jinsheng glared ferociously at Mo Fan. His condition was extremely poor. The hand that used the sword had been crippled for the time being; Mo Fan had pierced his meridians, and it would take ten days to half a month before he could move it again. Fine streaks of blood ran from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were bloodshot, and his clothes were utterly tattered.

Suddenly the view flashed, and the scene changed again. It was pitch-black here, with no light or shadow at all. Or rather, not entirely without light: in the sky floated a multicolored stone. Within it were ten faint, indistinct auras. Mo Fan could not see them, yet he could sense them.