Chapter Sixty-Seven: The World of Martial Arts Is Nothing but the Ways of Human Relationships

Ye Cheng looked at Zhu Dachang standing before him, and the same faint smile appeared on his lips as before.

He said to Zhu Dachang, “Originally, I intended to teach you a harsh lesson. But considering that you are President Zhu Yaotang’s cousin, I’ll let you off lightly this time. Hold out your hand.”

“Hold out my hand?”

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Deng Lijun choked back her words, doing her utmost to maintain a smile, unaware that tears had already slipped down her cheeks. Some people, with just one glance, you know their hearts; others, even with constant companionship, remain silent.

Upon hearing these words, Hu Qian and the others on the platform breathed a sigh of relief—they had not misjudged Wu Hao after all.

Yet, as a psychological counselor, she herself now needed counseling. Whenever possible, everyone from the West District Chapel would come by to keep her company.

With Yonghe King’s breakfast and late-night snacks, barbecue rice for lunch, and beef noodles for dinner, all four meals could now be settled at Xingxin Restaurant.

Hearing Ma Sen talk about brewing wine, Luo Tong couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret—had she known, she would not have chosen all those grapevines in the first place.

Most importantly, she was now at the height of her career, immensely popular throughout the Japanese archipelago; supporting her would not be a loss.

Gappa, who had been organizing defenses with the other bodyguards downstairs, suddenly came rushing up, shouting loudly.

After obtaining Mia’s consent, he entered her room and saw her still lying in bed.

What? The two notorious criminals the broadcast mentioned were actually killed by his own boss, Lang Sha? And the riot at Citibank that morning—he orchestrated that too?

Even someone as seasoned as Sikong Zhan, under the bewitchment of death’s will, for a fraction of a breath felt himself falling into the abyss of death, his mind momentarily blank.

As a grandmaster of martial arts, Wang Daozhi’s aura was indeed unmatched in the world; even a single glance from him could strike terror into the heart.

What was going on? Zheng Dian tried left and right, changing dozens of commands, directing the great elf archers in circles, yet unable to form a straight line. Still, Zheng Dian was certain his reasoning was correct—these lesser troops could only be controlled by the mind. But how could he achieve the result he desired?

If nobody knew the identity of the deceased, then the only option was to search through Ping’an County’s missing persons. If that failed, a public notice for assistance would have to be sent to surrounding areas to see if there were any missing persons elsewhere.

At the very instant the Hundred Tribulation Immortal Island and Snowflake Immortal Island merged, a tremendous force surged into Zhang Li’s body. With a thunderous roar, the ancestral dragon’s power raged within his dantian, and his cultivation instantly broke through to the ninth level of the Golden Core stage.

Having destroyed the three zombie generals, the bone skeleton immediately turned on the Zombie King, hurling a punch straight at the Zombie King’s dantian.

Before I could react, the sound of a dog barking rang in my ears—it was Gou Dandan. I cursed inwardly, startled half to death, only to realize it was just Gou Dandan making noise. I wiped the cold sweat from my brow.

In the sky, two more miserable screams echoed. Zhao Dongming and Gong Youming, senior and junior brothers, were falling from midair. Distracted by their master’s plight, they were struck hard by Jade Plume Master, who seized the opportunity.

The Divine Tribulation Dragon Sword pierced Black Tiger Yun’s heart, and the mighty ancestral dragon’s power instantly shredded his heart to pieces. With a violent surge, the ancestral dragon’s power blasted apart his dantian, crippling his cultivation.

At this moment, I found myself worrying about Cheng Yang and Master Xingluo. Cheng Yang was capable, but even more reckless than I. As for Master Xingluo, while his knowledge of geomancy was impressive, when it came to tomb raiding, he was utterly clueless.

Gao Jun said, “Night has fallen. Let’s rest at the post for the night. Tomorrow at first light, we’ll head up the mountain to take a look.”