Volume One, Chapter 59: A Dark and Windy Night—Qin Bao’s Bloody Vengeance Against the Nobles

Huang Jiu sensed the murderous intent radiating from Qin Bao, and instead of fear, he felt a surge of emotion. Such a bloodthirsty nature. People always claimed that scholars were soft and gentle, but his own brother was nothing like that; instead, he resembled a warrior more than a man of letters.

Now, unable to distinguish friend from foe, each could only rely on their own skills. Shangguan Yun refused to give ground, mustering all his inner strength and meeting the attack head-on. The two clashed and quickly withdrew, exchanging tentative blows before engaging in earnest. He had exchanged two moves with Ke Qingshen, but realizing he was no match, he hurriedly drew the Crimson Blood Sword to defend himself.

But how could it possibly be so easy to find a way out of this universe?

“I’m going to deal with you right now and see what your company does about it!” Ji Badan’s fury surged, and he intended to vent it all in one outburst.

For Li Tian, being in such an environment was still somewhat shocking; he had actually come into contact with such a strange race. Did this mean that even the Taixu Clan had appeared here before?

But then another question occurred to me: later on, my body was replaced with a paper figure without me realizing it—during the time my soul was absent from my true body, could it have been violated in some way?

Two hundred years ago, foreigners crossed the seas with guns to invade China, and we defended with blades on our own soil. A hundred years ago, they bombarded us with cannons, while our defenses were little more than iron balls. In recent history, they threatened us with nuclear weapons, and we prepared our artillery to retaliate.

Shuili Shan was filled with dread, frantically signaling to an elder to summon the old sect master from seclusion.

Master Qinggu spared Master Bai, but Master Huang seemed intent on killing Master Yun Yao. After dispersing Yun Yao’s protective energy, he followed up with a swipe of red murderous energy, startling the crowd below into a chorus of alarm.

As for when he borrowed the old man’s body, he must have used a sleight of hand to deceive the heavens, concealing his violation of the natural order from the outside world. In that case, the resulting consequences would fall upon the old man instead.

At some unknown moment, a graceful young man had appeared in the plum blossom garden. With his long hair tied back, dressed in green, and fanning himself with a paper fan, he wandered through the garden, admiring the scenery, uttering words of praise and reciting poetry from time to time.

Though the recent upheaval had left the life-or-death duel unfinished and somewhat anticlimactic, no one really minded. Everyone’s attention had shifted to the chaos, and the troubles of the demon clan were temporarily forgotten.

The newcomer was strikingly handsome, exuding extraordinary charisma. A long sword hung at his waist, and he wore a robe of deep blue—a nobleman in every respect.

Fist and palm turned in unison, striking at the man in black. He showed no sign of panic, but instead dropped faster toward the deck. Fists and palms closed in from both directions. The masked man exhaled sharply, raised both palms to his chest, and unleashed all his inner strength, sweeping aside the two mighty forces.

“No, it can’t be. Director, you heard all of that!” Fei Yunting felt a chill run through his body, his limbs going numb.

After hearing what the Holy Demon Immortal had said, he had already formulated a workable plan. If that place could truly create ‘people,’ and had once even successfully controlled clones of the Earth Demon God, then finding a suitable candidate would be a simple task.

Xiaoyao Blackheart finished speaking and deftly drew the sword from his waist. Landi saw clearly—it was indeed the Blood-Cold Chant.

“I’ve done what you asked. I hope you keep your word,” Li Kuafu said to Long Jiu, not even bothering to wipe the blood streaming down his face, letting it flow freely.

This was a natural way of handling things. In the entire court, aside from Kou Zhun, no one saw anything amiss.