Chapter 84: The Gentle Persona Completely Shatters

Sure enough, beneath the feathers was a body much like that of domestic fowl—no arms or legs, only a pair of massive wings and two powerful avian legs ending in sharp talons.

America is, in truth, a rather fascinating nation. This country, founded just over two hundred years ago, delights in affixing the word “American” to countless things—American latte, American steak.

As for Miss Mingyue, the reason she set out to assassinate Feng Wanli of Danyang City was, ultimately, for that antidote.

Orochimaru, now set on pursuing immortality, is powerful in his own right and has no need to gamble his life for the meager chance of obtaining Wood Release.

No sooner had the incident occurred than it drew the gaze of the ninja world, capturing the attention of every feudal lord.

At last, a great battle erupted. The two adversaries attacked in unison. Dongfang Yuechen wielded the Pangu Axe, cleaving forth a doomsday blade, and in its path, everything was reduced to earth, water, fire, and wind—returning, in the end, to primordial chaos.

Though he hated to admit it, General Oda knew in his heart that after today’s humiliation, Japan had truly lost face.

Despite the laughter, Lin Fan recognized the gravity of the situation; once a company has lost the faith of its people, its own demise cannot be far off.

“So, Third Master Fang—busy as always, I see!” Wei Ling raised his own “personal Erguotou,” clinked glasses with Ye Hao, and took a couple of swigs.

Meanwhile, after leaving the spaceship, Li Xiao piloted it toward his home.

The only surviving vampire at the scene appeared to be Paggi, who had been battered nearly to death by Ace Iglu, yet still summoned all his remaining strength to keep from collapsing.

Gu Jichi struck a triumphant pose with her hands on her hips, then stomped the accelerator and arrived at the entrance of Jinyuan in a flash.

He didn’t stay long in the emergency department before insisting on leaving. Yin Su offered to see him off, but he refused.

Next, both Ye Qi and Vermilion Bird took out their phones and began sending messages. Ye Qi reported the situation here to the Holy Knights, while Vermilion Bird was contacting reinforcements. There would be little problem on the Daoist side; as the chief successor of Dragon-Tiger Mountain, she wielded more than enough influence.

Zhang Daofan and his disciples all sensed the killing intent emanating from Qin Tian, so palpable it might as well have been corporeal.

When the second explosive charge struck the fuel tank, the gunpowder inside ignited instantly. The entire tank erupted with a blast that echoed for miles. The force of the explosion hurled the nearest off-road vehicle into the air, rolling it twice before it came to rest—testament to the sheer destructive power unleashed.

A cultivator with only Foundation Establishment level, struck down by someone at the Duality Division stage, would be lucky to survive at all, let alone continue the path of immortality. By now, the meridians throughout his body must have been shattered completely.

Yet none of Jiang Chen’s group noticed that the effeminate man’s wounds were not limited to his forehead; there were also gaping holes in his chest and thigh—three more, in fact.

With a faint curl of his lips, Jie lifted a hand, drawing a circle before him. In an instant, the inky energy coalesced into a vast, circular shield. The Flame Demon’s furious assault struck the shield, not even sparking before being utterly devoured by the black energy.

One after another, many present began tearing off their robes, announcing their return to secular life—they would no longer be monks.

“Feng Ping, wait here with the others; Feng Ying should finish soon. I’ll take my leave for now,” said Mother Tian, wishing not to linger.

“There’s no help for it. If I don’t amuse myself somehow, my confidence will crumble,” Sun Xia remarked with resignation.

More than just a little: as Mrs. Jin Youqian, she had her pick of nearly all the resources in the entertainment industry.

As both subordinate and close friend, Tang Ziyan greeted the student council president, drawing him from his reverie. The president looked up, frowning at Tang Ziyan’s back.

Sure enough, two mischievous youths trying to sneak off through the cornfield had already sprinted onto the highway, joining the main march.

The man shuddered at these words. Unconsciously, his gaze flicked to Song Rou, his heart pounding harder, then to Lu Qingyun.

There was another reason she went to the hospital: she wanted to see for herself the features of those killed by the giant rodents.

Zhang Guilan never expected that, for just a slap, both her sons would turn on her. She only wanted to teach them manners and discipline; perhaps her temper was a bit short, but their actions broke her heart completely.

In his heart, Li Xuedong had hoped that one or two influential figures from Chongchang City’s great factions would come to visit.

The audience was disgruntled but helpless; each went their own way, drifting to other livestreams.

Young Master Fang was on the verge of tears, wanting nothing more than to slap himself. Who could have predicted this? If only he’d realized Emperor Ye was no weakling!

After tidying up the place a bit, Dragon Time still seemed groggy, his foul mood at its peak.

Emperor Ye, having refined the bones of the Chi family ancestor and survived the tribulation, had likely become a supreme powerhouse, perhaps even capable of contending with an emperor.

Just as Zhang Fanxi’s long blade pierced half an inch into his abdomen, Jiang Yiyang hastily tossed a gold ingot, striking the blade with a clang and sending it clattering to the ground. In his hallucination, Zhang Fanxi suddenly saw the great sword transform into a pair of giant hands gripping his throat.

“This is the Civility Square—everyone, you may now activate your headsets,” Mo Qingcheng reminded them, pressing the button marked with a headset. Instantly, a holographic headset and glasses appeared above the handheld device.

The ghostly green poisonous mist clinging to the Thunderfire Hand was instantly burned to ash. Witnessing this, Poisonfire panicked as if facing a mortal enemy, desperately fleeing in hopes of escaping that relentless hand.

Of course, as the acknowledged number one figure in the South, he was entitled to all this.

As Lin Ye bent to pick up a gun, behind him came the sound of several parachutes landing.

“I have a favor to ask: keep an eye on Yao Bingxuan’s movements. Let me know when she returns to the country and what she does afterward. The pay is negotiable,” she said to Li Zhong.