Volume One, Chapter 32: The True Protagonist Steps In to Refute Rumors and Deliver a Slap in the Face

The ferocity of the mid-tier demon beast surged like a tidal wave. Hao Tiangou was so terrified he could barely move, and could only look to Cui Feng for help. Fei Liangyan’s phone rang twice in a row. Professor Wang, visibly angry, strode over to Fei Liangyan, held out his hand, and Fei Liangyan had no choice but to switch off his phone and hand it to the professor.

Chen Yi carefully shielded Liu Li in his embrace, but even that felt insufficient. He summoned his strength and willed an armor of ice to encase them both, sealing them within its protective shell.

“Killing is killing! Why bother asking why?” Wan Sanqiang abandoned his spear and threw another punch at Chen Yi.

Inside the City Lord’s Mansion, the atmosphere was decidedly strange. Geniuses from the Six Cities were gathered, but only the talents from Leaf Lonely City stood awkwardly aside. This left Ye Gu’ao, the host, with a particularly sour expression—these insufferable people!

As the Stone Monkey predicted, his ambiguous words only piqued Cui Feng’s curiosity further.

Hearing all this, Leng Jianfeng had already lost his patience, interpreting the other’s kindness as an insult. Just as he was about to retort in anger, Shi Yan quickly grabbed him and signaled with his eyes for him not to act rashly.

No doubt about it, assassins had a knack for these things. Once he and Chen Yi donned their masks, they were completely transformed as they entered Wanfang City.

“There were people pursuing me abroad, but I never accepted them. Do you know, I regretted leaving home not long after I left. I had arguments with my father, but in the end, I couldn’t defy him!” Liu Lingshan downed glass after glass of wine, reminiscing about the past.

“Thank you both. I’ll make sure the commander hears of your contributions. Now, please take us into the stronghold,” Yang Desheng said.

A sudden flying dart startled Lin Hao so much that, without thinking, he did a backflip to dodge it.

It could be said that the entire mountain had, through its own gravity, become a precious treasure—unyieldingly tough, with few things capable of leaving a mark upon it.

Tianji was left speechless, feeling there was no logic in the remark, yet unable to come up with a rebuttal.

He returned home at two in the afternoon. Having forgotten his keys, he could only knock at the door.

He sighed lightly, thinking that Ye Fan must intend for him to be crippled for life. Well, a lifetime it is.

Roars echoed one after another. In the void, the energy radiating from Qin Yun surged madly. The ancient Dragon Emperor, whose body had once stretched hundreds of thousands of feet, now had every drop of life force devoured and drained away.

Qi Rui’s reminder immediately roused all the cultivators in the squads, for if these monsters were defeated, treasures might await.

At the moment she vanished, Kong Xing activated his Flowing Cloud Step. His mastery far outstripped Ma Susu’s—so much so that, to his eyes, her movements looked like nothing more than a leisurely jog.

Standing beside Cold Heart, Kong Xing leaned over for a look. At first, nothing seemed unusual, but the cool, refreshing scent that emanated from her kept wafting into his nostrils, and before he knew it, he was utterly distracted.

Hearing those words, Ling Xiyun’s lifeless gaze finally regained a hint of light! Yet suspicion lingered; she forced a faint smile and murmured softly.

No one knew what method he used, but his actions were utterly silent, not a single sound betrayed him.

Unbeknownst to others, sometimes before bed, Lu Yan would switch her son’s anklet, which always earned a dramatic eye-roll from Lu’s mother.

Despite all his good deeds, Sean was now to have his powers removed. Even though he objected, the people of Atlan would never agree—they even wanted to strip the royal guards of their abilities. After much struggle, the best outcome was secured.

Austin had always consciously searched for fragments of the Gate of Truth. He had called upon the intelligence resources of the Blue Dragon Kingdom, hoping to find a piece or two to restore the broken Gate within his body.

“These people really have no respect for our Ancient Tomb Sect, do they? They hold a tournament to select candidates and don’t even invite us,” Yang Guo complained indignantly.

Previously, he had worried about lacking high-level combat power; neither Hua Xiong nor Guan Sheng could break through to the Saint rank.

The horse-faced youth immediately caught the War God’s Spear thrown by Lin Mu and couldn’t help but sneer.

A wave of invisible spiritual force spread out, unnoticed by either the stall owner or the middle-aged warrior.

With a furious shout, Lin Mu launched a flurry of Divine Demon Fists, hoping to block Qi Hai’s remaining attacks.

To put it simply, Elder Mo’s earlier words were a great fortune in themselves.

He was unafraid, for the sky was above him. If anything happened, Qin Feng would clean up the mess. He had nearly sacrificed himself for the country—throwing together a spectacle to boost his brothers’ morale was entirely justified.

Such things no longer surprised Su Jin and the others. The Fifth Uncle doted on the second sister too much—her treatment rivaled his own prized possessions.

Upon hearing this, Hao Xiuyan recalled her own experience of floating weightless in midair and turned to her cousin Hao Xinling for confirmation.

A smiling face drew near, breath caressing his ear, leaving him flustered and his mind a blank.

“You should go. If my husband wakes and finds you here, he’ll probably beat you to a pulp,” Ning Leshan warned kindly, for the man was merely flirtatious, not wicked.

When her gaze fell upon Ling Fei, as if only now noticing her presence, Liu Ruxue’s sorrow twisted instantly into rage—she rushed over, shrieking hoarsely.

When she awoke, she was surrounded by children of every color, all trafficked into the hands of slavers.

With the aim of the southern campaign achieved, Tuoba Hong knew the southern dynasty could not be conquered overnight, so he ordered the army’s return. Before they even reached Ping City, the imperial decree of reward had arrived: the false Prince of Liang was to inherit the title of Duke of Guangyang and be admitted to court for political counsel.

Thinking of Song Tianmo’s delicious pasta, Ling Fei found herself yearning for that familiar taste.

Ling Su was a princess, something she only discovered after marrying Ye Chusheng. She stayed with the shadow guards because she enjoyed mischief—and Ye Chusheng indulged her.

Although it was said to be for the reputation of the humble and upright, from the perspective of former officials, it was clear this uncle was a smooth operator—neither meritorious nor remiss, simply coasting through life.

For the sake of the battle against the Myriad Beasts Sect, Long Teng led his warriors into battle without hesitation, only a fifth returning—the casualties far exceeded what they could bear.