Chapter 38: Punishing the Wicked and Eliminating Evil, Displaying Might for the First Time

Xu Yang listened to Steward Xu’s explanation and began to understand; it was essentially a semi-official fencing of stolen goods. Since that was the case, it was safe. Seeing there was nothing left for him to do, Steward Xu departed. Xu Yang sat in the room, lost in thought. He held a pair of walnuts in his hands, slowly turning them over; playing with walnuts was a well-known pastime in the old capital of Beijing.

Lu Han-shuang smiled without a word. The dynamics between the three master and disciples were difficult for outsiders to grasp, yet this was their master—a master whom Lu Han-shuang deeply respected.

Nothing? How could there be nothing? He activated his ability and appraised each item one by one. While he did manage to identify several fine antiques, he still could not find the object that resonated with him. What exactly was it? The most frustrating part for Xu Yang was that the sensation remained intense, yet he could not locate the source.

"What?!" Mou Xili looked at Feng Lingxue and then turned to Shangguan Tianlong, noticing that Shangguan Tianlong was indeed different from before; when facing him, the previous timidity was gone.

His right hand shook, transforming into a blade-hand that slashed out wildly. A streak of golden light darted past. Accompanied by a terrifying gale, it instantly swept through the numerous skeletons before him.

At that moment, fresh blood sprayed out like a fountain, splashing fiercely onto the ground.

With the carving knife in hand and his mind settled, the image of the piece Xiao Tie was about to carve appeared in his consciousness.

Although the performance of the opponent's mobile suit was quite mediocre, the pilot had become an extremely troublesome adversary after using the "Alaya-Vijnana System."

"How is it? Did you see Chen Ling?" A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

The second reason was that his physical body was highly compatible with this secret technique, allowing him to achieve twice the result with half the effort.

The man was, of course, Shi Zhongyu. Neither of them noticed Li Damao, who was staring at them blankly. They walked straight into the large supermarket.

"Not at all, my level of cultivation is largely thanks to your help, Senior," Ling Duyue said hurriedly. He spoke the truth, and there was no way to hide it from Fatty Zhu.

The arena returned to order and the match resumed, but the spectators on the sidelines were still buzzing about the farce that had just occurred.

Old Man Lu and his son did not even haggle, asking Zhao Xu for the payment directly. However, when it came time to transfer the funds, they realized they didn't have bank accounts. They had to be taken to town to open accounts, which left two million in Old Man Lu’s card.

Seeing the situation, Tao Sanjue and Huang Ling excused themselves. Mei Feixue hurriedly led them to another room for tea, leaving the space to Ling Duyue and Wu Guangming.

"It was at the Newcomer Martial Arts Tournament, why?" Kong Ruixue turned her head and asked Ye Zhenfeng.

"I understand, Big Brother. You are the Great Leader of Potentia; you make the calls, and I will follow," Bo Lete said sincerely.

This was the first time Ming He had gathered with his three corpses. Although the benevolent corpse was his avatar, it was still different from himself. A journey into chaos was no simple matter, and given the gravity of the situation, he naturally had to consult with them.

Once everything was prepared, Yan Ming contacted Cheng Shiyuan, and the production team would head to the home of Cheng Shiyuan and Zheng Xiujing to record the preliminary preparations for the program's official start.

Although Yu Xuan’er had been captured by the Li family, his tone now suggested that she had already fallen into his hands.

"So that's how it is..." Su Qingyuan could not fathom whether this was a good or bad omen, and for a moment, she did not know what to say.

Du Lang remained silent, his gaze fixed blankly ahead without focus. His lips were chapped, even cracked and bleeding, with the blood forming scabs.

"But our Divine Doctor Su always does things differently," the God of Wealth said with a look of smug pride, proud to have such a young master.

Su Qingyuan's remains would certainly be taken away. As for Su Qingjia—that man was too foolish; no one could save him.

Chong Ai, having specially disguised herself, remained unrecognized in such a dim and intoxicating environment.

Su Luo, however, frowned as she heard the chatter from the audience and witnessed the ecstasy of Lan Yingyan and the wantonness of the Carefree Fairy. In the end, where exactly did the strength of that so-called Shadowless Shield lie?

The Jian Palace was livelier than usual at this time, perhaps because the appearance of the God of Creation's armor the previous day had prompted everyone to reminisce.

However, because a life had been taken, even in the underworld, one's merits and faults would be weighed, and a punishment would be endured.

Mu Yan usually only entered the inheritance space once every month or two to receive instruction from Han Chujiu.

The Crown Prince smiled humbly. Although he was the Crown Prince of the Chenxing Empire and the future ruler of these billions of stars, he dared not act arrogant in front of Jiang Bai, positioning himself as a junior.

The counters for Snow Skin were now so quiet one could hear a pin drop, while the sales clerks at Ice Skin were busy non-stop.

Ji Hantian did not waste words. Since he could not obtain the Body of Xuan Su, he went off to practice, vanishing in an instant.

He had come this time to vie for the seat of immortality and to walk this path to the heavens, not to bicker with Jiang Bai here. Thus, even the First Emperor chose to endure when he had to.

Moreover, as one of the eighteen Great Demon Emperors, even if the Wuji Demon Emperor wanted to punish you, what could he really do? Could he kill you? What effect would other punishments have?

The First Emperor sneered repeatedly, and when he spoke, he did not mince words, directly beating his opponent severely until he was battered, broken, and crippled.