Chapter Seventy-Nine: Skilled at Stirring Up Trouble

Everyone summoned their own runes and began attacking Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan remained utterly calm, his hands moving continuously. His steady, contemplative gaze made him seem like a towering mountain, coldly watching the crowd.

Breaths grew rapid; someone's pupils shrank to the size of a needle's tip, enveloped by countless black runes. He had become Zhao Yuan’s main target. He was the very one who had spoken up, claiming that there would be no consequences for fighting.

Zhao Yuan let out a sinister laugh and said, “Didn’t you say there’s no need to take responsibility? Then let me show you the meaning of ‘no responsibility.’”

With a wave of his hand, even more runes wrapped around the man, while Ye Yu’er extended her hand, runes coalescing in her palm.

If necessary—

“Elder, rest assured, I already know everything. I will go in now and see for myself just what kind of thing dares to act so brazenly, disregarding human life!” Ling Yuan hurriedly spoke, seeing that the two seemed about to kneel before him again.

Ever since Hua Chongba unleashed that sinister sword energy upon Qin Yun, a grudge had been formed between Qin Yun and the Ethereal Sword Sect.

If all three of them managed to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, it would be tremendously good news for Dragon Mountain Sect. This isn’t merely a leap in cultivation, but a sign that their strength has entered a brand new realm.

Wu Kexin was struck speechless. What else could she say? Wit and eloquence are useless against a scoundrel, and more importantly, Hua Yuan truly lacked any trump cards to threaten his opponent—if legal proceedings would have worked, they wouldn’t have dragged on till today.

When Leng Qingyao’s spectral wolf howl ended, the iron flower was already bleeding from all seven apertures. The black iron armor she wore had been reduced to dust, her eyes filled with terror—she had met a horrific end.

Some fish have very short memories, about seven seconds, and other aquatic creatures likely don’t remember much longer.

“Hmph, Blood Slaughter Palace, huh? This time you even brought the God-Destroying Crossbows.” Forced back by the annihilating divine light, Ling Yuan glanced at the Four Symbols Grand Array and sneered.

There’s no doubt that such an object, precisely because of the hard shell encasing it, could preserve the contents within. Otherwise, the light inside would burst forth completely, and nothing here would remain.

“Hey, why has Biaozi moved again? Looks like he’s drifting farther off.” Meng Xing kept his eyes fixed on the Northern Continent and finally spotted a familiar figure, immediately flying over.

“That’s right! If I were the homeroom teacher, I’d drag unruly students out and give them a good whipping.” This was Qin Qingwu.

Yu Zhongqing had already sent people to investigate, and learned that the handkerchief might be connected to Song Yiyi—no wonder Xiahou Ce cared so much.

Wang Tian knew that Lü Fei and Fan Shuiqing weren’t entirely at ease at this moment, even if they felt confident in their ability to self-study.

As Grevas finished speaking, Letitia hesitated. The other’s words were true; if they acted rashly, there was a real risk of harming the divine child’s body.

Maria’s face flushed red. She hadn’t expected Wang Tian to behave like this. Every man she’d met before had been polite and proper, but Wang Tian was different—not only did he make sneaky moves to take advantage of her, but now he was being so brazen.

The fifth True Ancestor occupied String God Island and planned to establish his own Empire of the Night—the news was almost too sensational.

Suddenly, an exceedingly faint sound came from the window, then silence returned. Yet that sound alone made Ling Su open her eyes instantly.

Feng Batian cradled Feng Xinci, who kept talking to him. Occasionally, her gaze fell toward the examination room, but no one spoke of Gu Meng inside.

Of course, the intensity mustn’t be destructive. After all, no matter how powerful Dragon Gate becomes, it’s still just a gang—and only a local one at that.