Chapter 29: Wickedness

The air grew silent.

Zhou Xiaomei cast an apologetic glance toward Shen Qingqing. She knew her sister-in-law had a sharp tongue and that no one in the residential compound dared to provoke her. Yet, she had not expected her to possess such poor emotional intelligence. To act so foolishly time and again—how could she possibly hope to outshine Shen Qingqing?

Suddenly pinched, Lin Fengmian snapped, "Sister-in-law, why did you pinch me?"

Lin Zhidong, unable to smooth things over, offered a stern reprimand.

The General sneered, "This technique is called the Calamity of Celestial Light! As the name implies, within this domain, radiance shall become your undoing." As if to punctuate his words, the blades of the long swords flashed with a series of unsettling, piercing beams.

This question was clearly unfair to the other team, as the match had yet to begin and no one could draw conclusions about it, yet the organizers had posed such a question anyway.

This was the Demon God. Though dead for eons, he remained as terrifying as ever; the lingering remnants of his divine might continued to intimidate the heavens and the earth, forcing countless living beings to bow in reverence.

Previously, Chen Fan had learned about this—even the legacy of his master in the Sinkhole had mentioned this art of puppetry.

It was hard to fathom what Luo Han was thinking. Senior Brother Wu had come to save his life—his desperate fawning earlier had made that perfectly clear—yet now, he persisted in mocking him to inflate the status of the Deadwood Sect. It was quite an audacious move.

A terrifying aura spread, casting a crushing weight over the entire world. A chilling pressure reached the far corners of the wilderness, causing all living creatures to tremble. There were no formidable beings in this area, only beasts of mediocre strength.

Chen Feng understood Niu Gang’s current state of mind and was in no hurry. Now that he held the knife and Niu Gang was the fish on the block, he could end Niu Gang’s life with a single sword strike at any moment.

There was no other way; he had to accept the situation and think it through clearly—otherwise, what was the point? Sure enough, the man began to frown again, his eyes filled with contempt, as if to say, "Stop being ridiculous; talking like this is pointless."

Hearing this, the surrounding youths sneered, their gazes toward Lin Yi tinged with pity.

I had actually guessed this already. Logically, money should just be transferred directly to the account; why insist on contacting someone to have me meet in person?

For instance, a commander of the imperial guards like Li Yan would be impossible for Li Chengqian to approach; their statuses were far too sensitive.

Therefore, the Dirham Federation chose to ally with the Wei State, seeking military aid to avoid being targeted by the Montis Empire.

To say nothing else, Li Yan currently possessed power but lacked technique; even facing Zhan Yupeng, who was at the third level of Qi and Blood, he remained in a precarious position where the outcome was uncertain.

Liu Ming felt even more despondent upon hearing this. Since the object couldn't even be removed, how could he have lost it? He wasn't foolish enough to chop off his own finger. Moreover, Xuanyuan Hengshang’s words were layered with hidden meaning; she seemed to imply he had once possessed this item, yet he had absolutely no memory of it.

I pulled down the hood of my jacket, revealing a shock of red hair, and only then did I feel a sense of familiarity.

The room brightened, and he saw clearly: several people were bound and squatting in the corner. Seeing who had entered, he understood everything instantly. Even with a hundred mouths, he would struggle to explain himself. The man deflated and collapsed onto the floor.

It should be known that the Imatas were never lacking in combat prowess; they were a highly bellicose race. When faced with danger, they might feel fear, but they were equally prone to excitement, driven by the desire to defeat and enslave any enemy stronger than themselves.

Wu Min seemed to realize something. Gone was her previous arrogance; she sat back in her seat, lost in thought.