Chapter 159: Caught in the Game 39

When Yan Jinxi heard that Shang Linjun had caused his own car accident because his grandfather had said he would find him a fiancée, her composure had fallen apart. Her heart had been filled with joy. Yet after hearing everything Shang Linjun said afterward, it felt as though her heart had been slashed several times, and the pain left her struggling to breathe. At that moment, she no longer knew what she could say to him. After replying to him, she went straight upstairs. The room she entered was the one she had stayed in when she first came here; she did not go into Shang Linjun’s bedroom.

Still standing in the downstairs living room, Shang Linjun watched Yan Jinxi’s lonely figure retreat. He knew how low her spirits were, but…

The next day,

Zhao’s mother walked into Zhao Yiya’s room. Inside the room…

“Have you verified it?” Shui Rong asked with a smile. Naturally, he was delighted to befriend such a refined young man, a top scholar by origin who was honest and ambitious.

Emperor Zhengqing’s expression shifted between darkness and uncertainty. Faced with such dereliction of duty, he wished he could slaughter them all. Yet he also knew that Lin Ruhai’s concerns were justified.

Just as Wang Fan was speaking, Mo Hai spotted the partially damaged formation flags on the ground. In an instant, he understood exactly what Wang Fan had been doing.

As for Chu Tian, he had chosen to head in the fourth direction. However, the fourth beam of white light was extremely indistinct, and the place it indicated was only approximate. It displayed nothing more than a strange symbol.

It was Emperor Zhengqing’s eldest son. The two of them had rarely interacted before and were practically strangers, so he had no idea why the man had come looking for him.

“What? They are used to refine immortal pills? Does that mean there might be immortal pills inside?” Huo Jiu blurted out.

Ma Zhe’s meeting lasted until six in the evening before it finally ended. As everyone left, they were both anxious and exhilarated. The three-million reward seemed almost within reach, yet the mountain ahead was so steep and treacherous. Truly, the future was bright, while the road was tortuous.

The boy beside Zheng Hu, wearing the number five jersey, found an even more absurd thought rising in his mind.

In any case, hardly anyone at the academy knew exactly when the Third Highness had appeared there, or how he had become a student of Yeye Academy.

Of the Ten Strikes of Burial Heaven, Ling Tian unleashed eight in succession the moment he attacked. Their might was overwhelming, each strike stronger and more victorious than the last. Bearing a murderous intent that seemed to blot out the sky, they drove back the Divine Dragon experts who had attacked him one after another.

“Big Brother, I was wrong. Please let me go.” Dai Qing gave up resisting completely and began pleading with Ye Xiu in a soft, coaxing voice.

After this incident, the two of them naturally had no desire to continue competing. They casually cupped their fists, then departed with their respective teams. The surrounding spectators gradually dispersed amid gasps of astonishment.

Among the few people who had been sitting quietly in meditation, a dark-skinned man could not help shuddering. He opened his eyes and spoke to the slightly plump young man beside him.

If his luck was bad and he were left with some kind of lasting aftereffect, Ye Xiu’s entire life would truly be ruined.

After receiving the inheritance of the Martial Dao God Lord, the Law of Destruction had fused completely with Su Chen. From then on, all Su Chen needed to do was use it constantly to increase their compatibility.

However, given Ye Xiu’s nature and character, once he learned that Lin Family Fort was about to be attacked by the demon clan, and happened to encounter the situation, there was no way he could stand by and ignore it. Ye Xiu would certainly intervene. He absolutely could not allow this fourth-grade sect, which had friendly ties with the Flowing Cloud Sect, to be destroyed by the demon clan.

Could it be the core of the cockroach zombie? These were merely guesses in Zhang Tiansheng’s mind. He had no solid evidence. In other words, he would have to wait until the attack had passed and see what results it produced before he could finally determine whether his speculation was correct.

At once, clusters of golden flames, seemingly endowed with life, spread in every direction under Su Chen’s command.

It was not a matter of drawing a sword without any reference at all. One only had to think of the long swords seen in television dramas, imagine their colors and shapes, and then draw the sword from the void. It was simply a matter of copying what one had seen.