Chapter Thirty-Seven: Two Moves

“Master Wu, this time we’re counting on you!”
Wu Ping agreed to cooperate, and the three members of the Furious Dragon were greatly encouraged.

“Yes, let’s all do our part,” Wu Ping responded calmly with a slight nod. Thinking back to Zhao Yuan’s recent performance, he couldn’t help but sigh, “That fellow Zhao Yuan used to be weak, but in just a short time, he’s already made it to the finals.”

The three members of the Furious Dragon felt the same and became even more worried. “That’s why we must act decisively. We can’t let Zhao Yuan grow any stronger.”

“Exactly!” Wu Ping nodded, a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.

The group exchanged glances and began to discuss the details of their plan.

Zhao Yuan knew nothing of this and continued as usual.

By now, if he still didn’t realize the man before him was Master Qin, he would have wasted decades of his life.

Naturally, this was because Luo Dingshan was ruthless enough. His soldiers feared him, and his harsh training earned him favor from those above.

In this era, such advanced cameras and projectors did not exist; it was a technology from the Egyptian Empire.

Meng Qingxiao entered and glanced around, noticing that both walls were lined with these devices, four on each side.

That afternoon, Shi Zuizui received a return call from Shi Daming. He told her that the grand marriage wouldn’t be an issue, and the wedding could be postponed by a month. But if she tried any tricks, he’d make her regret it.

He could be ruthless with his enemies, playful with his friends, but facing this shrewd mother-in-law was a first for him.

Gu Xinli’s eyes grew colder at these words. His position had been taken from him, and he’d been humiliated by that wretched Chu Xinxin. How could he let it go so easily?

The realm of Heaven and Man, aside from a few in ancient times, had not been achieved by anyone in this world until Xuan Zhenzi.

Liu Mingzhi, furious, spat out two “good”s in succession. His energy surged, whipping up a storm that made it hard for those nearby to stand steady.

After graduating from a third-rate university, he had spent his days idling at home, mixing with riffraff, fighting, committing crimes—he’d been to the police station more times than he could count.

Now things were different. Judging by today’s situation, another live broadcast was likely. This opportunity couldn’t be missed.

Bai Qi’s gaze suddenly turned icy. His right hand clenched fiercely in the air, and a Death Scythe, gleaming with demonic light, appeared in his grasp.

That Xiu had already put away the ancient mirror, likely wary of Ma Chengfeng’s intentions. Their skills were evenly matched; either could seize victory with a surprise move.

Xu Juncheng and Hou Liang didn’t hesitate, promising to settle things later and bring cash with them.

Powerful magical beasts kept emerging, and such terrifying scenes had rarely occurred on the Divine Martial Continent.

In truth, Lin Chen had restrained his aura; his current strength was only at the early stage of True God. The others couldn’t fathom where Lin Chen found the confidence to challenge a high-level True God so openly.

It was precisely because Black Bear was so sure his password couldn’t be cracked that Lin Chen’s sudden revelation stunned him.

“Heh, now all the White Horse Generals are here. Come, let’s see what special effects you’ll have when the three of you join forces!” Xiang Yu hoisted his Nine-Jiao Coiling Dragon Halberd, smiling as he watched them.

“Heh heh... Let me tell you, trouble’s coming to your village tonight! If someone dies, you’ll die too if you’re caught up in it!” The old blind man spoke in a tone neither warm nor cold.

Qin Fan’s heart stirred. According to Wang Mengqi, both the Qi family and their own Wang family were at the top of the Republic’s elite circle. This Qi Yu was the family’s favored heir and future successor.

Celebratory sounds echoed across Feiyan Island from dawn, growing ever stronger as the radiant sun ascended the sky.

“Then let’s go meet this mysterious fellow who knows the secret of the key,” Xiao Kuang laughed, striding straight out of the tavern.

“Alright, I’m leaving. You stay here, alone, and keep trying to feel that solitude,” Lin Fan said.

After a bout of dizziness, Xiao Kuang opened his eyes to find himself in a strange place. Yet, like the Blood Realm, everything here was saturated with crimson; no matter what it was, it was all blood-red.