Chapter 30: Far Too Weak

“Pfft!”
“Ah!”
On the street less than three hundred meters outside the Chen family estate, members of the Dragon Team surged toward the center, easily slaughtering several Chen family martial artists like ants.
Jiang Chen bent down slightly and glanced at Chu Qingcheng, who sat inside the car with a cold, noble detachment, rolling his eyes. “Why are you still daydreaming in the car?...”
With no change of clothes available, Yue Lingwan had to make do with a bath towel for modesty. Apart from this towel, she was all but naked.
When Wen Tiantian was forcibly brought to the Wei family, the television opposite Wei Huarong was broadcasting news of the capital’s leaders publicly praising Su Lan.
To reach the peak of Gathering Essence was already defying the heavens, but soon he was about to break through again—was he even human?
“Bartender, with skills like yours, why not open a larger establishment in a bigger city? If you did, I’m sure customers would be flocking to your door,” Ling Lie said with a smile.
As the two entered the villa, someone hurried forward to greet them, only to be swept aside by Gu Ruofeng’s flick of his sleeve. The greeter spun like a top, crashed to the ground, and lay there utterly humiliated.
But in the next moment, his pupils shrank. He saw Ye Yu’s calm face as the black sword in his hand was raised, and then, with a single stroke, he cut down.
Yet these people gave Ye Yu no chance to catch his breath. Once more, he burst forward, displaying formidable powers as he lunged straight at Ye Yu.
In the unseen realm, the balance between cultivators and martial artists, once heavily tilted, was rapidly being restored. Many cultivators were rising swiftly, breaking the former monopoly of the martial artists.
Yu Mo pinned her directly against the wall, his hands braced on either side, looking down at her with a blazing gaze.
At the same time, two flood dragons intertwined, transforming into a pair of dragon shears. The dragons soared skyward, scissoring down at the enormous hand.
“Has he really turned into a child?” Yu Hao asked excitedly, his large eyes sparkling.
She sank her teeth into his shoulder, the taste of blood filling her mouth, but his movements only grew more reckless, driving her to the point of letting go in utter disarray.
Of course, I knew nothing of any of this. By then, I was completely lost in Ouyang Xiaoqing’s embrace, growing wild with desire, my hands tearing at her clothing.
Mo Shishi sent Lin Wei back first, then took Lin Xiaomo by the hand and led her around a vast courtyard.
With a resounding crash, a wrinkled hand slammed down on the table, abruptly cutting off the conversation.
The Ninth Prince was already fast asleep, but he was a light sleeper. At the faintest sound, his eyes snapped open.
At that time, Chen Huanxian had likely already struck a secret deal with Aunt Wu, preparing to “sell” Chen Muer to the Wu family. As for his own intentions, they were by now impossible to guess—perhaps he preferred to leave his home village and never return to Qingjia or even Yuanyang County.
“Steward Zhu, has something happened at the estate?” An Mier sat at the head of the table, noticing that Steward Zhu looked somewhat disturbed.
His face darkened. He kicked the wax pellet that had fallen to the ground, snorted coldly, and turned away, melting into the night.
Tong En was instantly filled with guilt. On a whim, she had caused a child such pain; she could already see the disappointment and sadness in Yu Hao’s face, and the apologetic, distressed look in Zhong Yue’s eyes.
Had Chenfeng been present, he would have been utterly astonished. He never imagined that the cheerful old man who had helped him—the director of the First Central Hospital—would turn out to be the head of the spear within the Special Investigation Bureau.
Not to mention the state of Yan, which had a three-generation blood feud with Qi! Anything that could harm Qi, Yan would spare no effort to participate in, and the feeling was mutual for Qi.