Chapter 83: The Ballad Singer

The group hurried back without incident along the way. On the road, I asked Left Fatty what exactly he had said to Da Fu in the Hall of the Underworld. Left Fatty grinned and replied, “I told that fool that the Underworld official in Chunba Valley is involved with the forbidden land’s Lady, and the two are having a fierce argument, causing chaos. I happened to pass by and went in to mediate, suggesting they avoid entering, or else everyone would be killed. That guy brought a squad of underworld guards, but...”

As long as he kept up with persistent training, his stamina would eventually recover. No matter what he needed to do, physical strength was the priority—especially since he possessed the divine skill of ‘Eternal Cycle.’

Li Tingfeng, at the very moment someone warned him, immediately dropped to the ground, even rolling aside. Yet he was still slashed across the back by the swooping stone monster, a large chunk of flesh torn away, and the pain nearly made him lose consciousness instantly.

Xu Linfeng felt that this matter was somewhat risky and didn’t understand why Chen Youyi insisted on doing this—it meant proactively engaging with people and affairs within the royal palace, a complete departure from Chen Youyi’s previous thoughts and actions.

Then, two bullets fired by You narrowly missed Mo Guinian, striking the ground just ahead where a man was about to step, vicious and ruthless.

“Yes, yes, of course,” replied Dr. Niu, nodding repeatedly. He had been transferred from the hospital in Han Valley, and if he offended this expert-level doctor, his livelihood might be at risk.

“Lotus Sister, no need for formality—just call me by my name.” She gently patted Chen Lianhua’s hand, supporting her as they walked down the mountain together.

Confronted by two outstanding, coldly handsome men, Gu Manman furrowed her brows. For the first time, she found the choice incredibly difficult.

At that moment, a ball of fire flew past, smashing against the wall behind them, igniting another fierce blaze.

A sudden, unheralded three-point shot—Dragic didn’t even have a chance to interfere, not even to jump. By the time the ball soared over his head, jumping was pointless.

The previous attack had almost frozen the air, eerily similar to the water magic practiced by the demon clan, leaving Texen baffled.

Jun Jiu sensed the disturbance, looked up, and squinted at the disciples behind Elder Meng, who were holding Leng You.

For a fleeting moment, Shen Xin’s eyes reddened, but he forcefully suppressed it in the blink of an eye, leaving only bloodshot veins.

All the iron chains extended toward the center, where lay a skeleton clad in ancient attire, though it was difficult to determine the exact dynasty.

On this day, the sky in the interdimensional gap remained gray and oppressive, the air filled with a foul stench and an unbearable, suffocating heaviness lingering in everyone’s chest.

As the first leader of the dragon clan’s expedition into the ancient land of Taiyin, the Ice Dragon King was well aware of Ye Mo’s previous cultivation level.

His lips were soft and warm, and the sensation sent a subtle tingling along his nerves, making his mind and spine itch.

Cultivating the divine spirit body was relaxed and leisurely; the world vast as the sea, Jun Jiu immersed herself in it, spiritual energy pouring endlessly into her body.

Under cover, they evaded enemy shelling. Sun Chuanfang was not without artillery—only the city of Shanghai lay behind his opponents, and he could not risk firing shells into the heart of Shanghai.

Lu Yao wept as she tried to justify herself. Shao Shixing listened, savoring her words, finding them reasonable; such a treacherous, unfaithful wretch had no reason to conceal anything for her former master.

“Fellow Daoists, please be patient—what’s the point of bullying a junior? Jiang Sinan is still undergoing tribulation; why not wait until he’s finished, then take action? At that time, I definitely won’t intervene!” Wang Pao said with a smiling face.

Ripples’ heart trembled. Her right hand withdrew the Soul-Chasing Bell, and for the first time her gentle smile faded, her eyes sternly fixed on the person who had flicked the bell with his finger.