Chapter 64: No One Can Save Them

Xue Changkong’s considerations were for the bigger picture. Once the new underground Central City opened, the ultimate victor would certainly need to form alliances with other powers. The most likely outcome would be a landscape divided among the four cardinal directions—east, south, west, and north. Only by unifying all the underground forces within one’s own territory could one maximize the odds of seizing Central City in the end.

So, whether Lu Fei and the Hall of Yama ended up destroying each other, or one swallowed the other whole...

Prompted by her words, Liu Zhenbang and I both stood up, took a few steps forward, and looked down. Zhan Qing’er stood beside us, gazing in a trance as well.

“Without a true understanding of space, you can never break through to the Divine Lord realm,” the old man said with a gentle smile.

Zhong Tian and Qiu Chao dared not show any disrespect. After bowing three times on their knees, they finally stood and walked toward the stone cave.

By the time Hua Zichuan arrived at the airport, Yuan Ye’s aircraft had already become a mere bright speck in the sky. Yet, seeing this, Hua Zichuan had no intention of giving up the chase.

The rest of the reports began after Chunrong, Sun Changlu, Zhou Shichang, and Xu Jun had arrived. This was the routine meeting before New Year’s Day. This year, we had been so busy that we hadn’t even had time for Christmas, a rather dismal situation.

After Sun Shaofeng was dismissed, Huang Ping, emboldened by drink, joked with Wen Chun that if she hadn’t come to study, she might have been the one exposed.

Upon witnessing this scene, a flicker of emotion crossed Yuan Ye’s face. He understood perfectly well that the presence of enemy interceptors meant he might waste a great deal of time on the way.

Li Zhi froze for a moment, then shook his head and said, “Such evil arts—no wonder the Xianbei were doomed to destruction. How could a nation practicing such darkness hope to survive?” With a flourish of his sleeves, he entered the imperial tent, followed by his ministers.

Although he would one day be half a head taller than me, for now he was actually a bit shorter. Hearing what I said, the Crown Prince began to shake his fist at me in mock threat. We laughed and climbed into the back seat together.

Though the golden sword energy suppressed it, it was also assimilated and weakened. Ultimately, Lin Yuan’s purple-gold sword light and the golden energy both perished together.

If this were a raid in progress, the atmosphere ought to be tense and grave. Yet, everyone was chatting and laughing, as if genuinely enjoying themselves.

Deng Hui’s face darkened as he seized Xiong Xinyan by the shoulders and, with a single motion of the “Bone-Dislocating Technique,” wrenched his shoulder joint out of place. Xiong Xinyan’s scream was enough to make one’s scalp crawl.

Professor Chen, who had once traveled with us to Jingjue Ancient City, had already experienced several brief episodes of shock. Even with Shirley Yang’s wealth and her personal medical team constantly monitoring his condition, they still couldn’t come up with a better way to stabilize him.

Zhang Wanying hadn’t expected Li Fei’s first words to be about money. Hmph, listening to Zhang An’an boast all day long, she’d thought he was something special, but in the end, he was just an ordinary man.

Since it was still early, Chen Yanqing went off to be an extra again—speaking lines was preferable, but even silent roles were fine.

At the very center sat a young man, his features distant and nonchalant, his entire bearing a blend of quiet nobility and cold indifference. He tilted his head to glance at his phone, a faint smile playing at his lips.

He had to return to the unit first thing in the morning. Time was tight, so he made sure breakfast was ready early so as not to delay his departure.

Qin Siyuan was an odd, reclusive girl, scarcely in contact with the Qin family. She was so incapable of killing that, though she knew she needed to, she always failed at the last moment.

Though the process had been less than ideal, the result was gratifying—Jiang Chiyu finally met the boss of the black market as she had hoped.

Only when the ceremony drew to a close did Su Fusheng pull Ning Wei aside to a quiet spot, where they chatted together.

Judging others by himself, he reasoned that if he were stronger, he would never have used a sneak attack, especially when the enemy’s subordinates had not yet transformed.

Yelü Yan entered the room beaming. They had traveled from west to east, stopping in each city whenever Fanghua’s illness required. Thankfully, during the journey, Fanghua’s health improved, and it was because she awoke that Hua’er had chosen this very place.