Chapter 43: Ye Feng’s Counterattack

Ye Feng unlocked the door with his fingerprint, and Su Niannian brushed past him, stepping inside first. As soon as Ye Feng entered, he saw Su Niannian holding Su Manman’s hand, chattering excitedly about her interview earlier that day.

Gripping her sister’s hand, Su Niannian’s face was alight with excitement. “Sis, sis, I have great news! I passed the interview—I’m starting work at Baixing Group tomorrow!”

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Nangong Beidou was startled, nearly jumping up, but he was afraid Xuan Hu would notice, so he could only glare at her. Yue Xi, however, was unruffled; instead of speaking further, she confidently took Nangong Beidou’s hand, writing words into his palm.

The withered, aged fingers of the Master of the Ling Tian Miao Dao Sect suddenly pressed toward Ye Bai, transcending the boundaries of space.

This kind of impact was entirely different from being killed by a spell from afar by a fellow sect member—it was incomparable.

Before stepping onto the path of cultivation and becoming the “Nine Suns Demon Lord,” Xu Qi had lived his days amidst the bustle and warmth of ordinary life. But once he chose the path of cultivation and his strength soared, the flavors of mortal food and the warmth of the human world grew more and more distant.

A Luo buried her head between her knees and uttered a quiet sentence. Yet that one sentence moved the matriarch of the Xiao family to tears, her aged eyes brimming with sorrow.

In the heat of close combat, the sword aura, bolstered by sheer numbers, crashed down again and again. After several waves, the four wind dragons were battered and riddled with wounds, barely able to continue fighting.

“I don’t mean to discourage you, but to be frank, your chances of turning the tables are next to none.”

At this moment, Mi Dou’s heart was both thrilled and deeply terrified. That divine aura was too overwhelming—it swept across the Three Continents in an instant and was bound to attract countless powerful figures.

“Right, right, tell me—has anything major happened around here lately? And have you seen anyone else enter Mount Duanhun?” The man, alarmed by what he’d heard, quickly questioned Lin Tianxuan.

Fat Yuan knew his own predicament well, so when he saw me, he instinctively wanted to ask what to do about it, whether I’d solved it yet. But seeing that I was accompanied by an elderly couple, he hesitated several times and couldn’t bring himself to speak.

Gao Dajie had even stopped breathing—how had things become so perilous and complicated? “Your Highness! There’s no way out in any direction. Are we just going to sit here and wait for death?” he asked in despair.

They had expected the long-haired man, immobilized by spiritual force, to confess under pressure. Instead, he shot a glance toward Qian Lou. The six students instantly understood, placing their hands atop Qian Lou’s head and vital points. At the slightest signal, Qian Lou would be crippled first.

Under the resounding sonic attack that burst from Liang Tian’s lips, the true owner of the voice was forced out, unable to hide any longer.

Admiral Aokiji, the Iceman with the powers of the Ice-Ice Fruit, has a weakness against high-temperature Devil Fruit powers—such as Ace’s Flame-Flame Fruit and Akainu’s Magma-Magma Fruit, both his natural enemies. Now that I possess Akainu’s magma abilities, I have a distinct advantage from the outset.

“Hmph…” The crowd merely cast a cold glance at Chen Mufeng, then all turned their heads away.

“Then I suppose I didn’t smuggle anything, did I? You can’t kill me for that, can you?” Yang Dong looked at him with a sly grin.

Just the thought of facing a Martial Emperor made Shi Quan and the others lose all confidence and will to resist. The difference in strength was simply too great—numbers alone wouldn’t tip the scales.

Those two had been pushed forward as sacrificial pawns by their own Skeleton Society comrades. Now that Yang Dong had killed the ones who’d sent them to die and spared their lives, they were left behind.

It must be said, even though it hadn’t happened yet, Xiongba knew that in the future he nearly died to Sword Saint’s Twenty-Third Sword. Yet now he had even saved Sword Saint’s life. Such extraordinary courage and decisiveness were truly awe-inspiring.