Chapter 121: The Art of Persuasion

“Gwen… don’t you realize your time has come?”

Looking at the woman’s mocking smile, Ye Cheng felt a fierce thrill coursing through his heart.

At last, the chance to repay the grudge over that initial formation had arrived.

“No matter what your queen says to me, I will make her life a living hell.”

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“Another failure, yet another one!” After Xu Yang’s first strike cut through, Xiong Wei poured water over it and saw the smooth cut surface—devoid of any green hue. Many nearby whispered that Xu Yang’s ‘rough’ material had once again suffered a huge setback.

To the Five Elements Realm’s Underworld Clan, these creatures like the Black Underworld Turtle were as insignificant as ants—easily crushed underfoot without a second thought.

Seeing the wild, savage fury blazing in their eyes, Sun Yan’s anger flared even more intensely. Damn it, I was already caught off guard by your sneak attack, and yet you still have the audacity to charge so arrogantly? Have I given you too much face?

I must find a way to save her; otherwise, her death is certain. That thought surged into his mind instantly. But another voice whispered: if you don’t pursue the Bewitching Beast now, the last qualifying spot will be lost forever. And then, the long-cherished hope of Filado will be shattered.

Using his left foot as a pivot, Yun Tianyang exploded off with his right. His body spun wildly like a top, unleashing a furious storm of punches that blurred into countless afterimages. In an instant, these blows crashed squarely into the chests of the four assassins.

The general leading the royal expeditionary army was a battle-hardened veteran. The more one understood military affairs, the greater the awe inspired by Caesar’s achievements.

Leng Kuang lifted his foot and kicked the Black Snake across the ground, sending it flying into a distant wall before it bounced back. The pain caused it to curl up, unable to rise.

He longed to know what changes this great war, waged at any cost, would bring to humanity.

Yun Tianyang’s fighting spirit surged to a terrifying peak. His wild blade moved with a dreadful fierceness, recklessly warping the surrounding space. Facing the oncoming beams of light, he charged forward without hesitation.

“Honestly, I think he just guessed right by pure luck!” Mayu Ben said dismissively, though a flicker of hope stirred within. After all, many doctors had already examined him, some unable even to identify his basic pulse points, let alone treat him.

Hearing this, I understood. In other words, most of what Liu Yan said earlier was actually true, with no falsehoods—except she deliberately feigned affection for Guo Bairong to mislead me.

“You think you can stand against me?” The Crimson Flame Dragon Lion snorted coldly, utterly dismissive. As a majestic ninth-rank spiritual beast, crushing two Martial Ancestors was a matter of moments.

I was startled and quickly glanced at Zhu Di, who had surely heard it all before. He shook his head, seemingly uninterested in such nonsense.

Opposite them were disciples of the Yun Tian lineage, each filled with renewed worry.

“Brother Mi Yang, everything’s going smoothly, right? How many bases have you taken today? Did you capture Dr. Tian?” I asked with a smile.

“Then he will surely fabricate things out of thin air.” Liu Jin stared at Li Lingyue, a dreadful suspicion growing in his heart.

After some explanation, Mu Wan’s furrowed brows gradually relaxed. Since the matter involved the safe passage quota, she naturally agreed. She spoke briefly with Yan Ningzhu and exchanged identities as well.

Mu Wan let out a delicate snort, but as long as she responded, Yan Chutian was reassured. Because any response meant she had heard his words, and given her nature, she would surely consider the bigger picture.