In that instant, his hair stood on end.

Knowing he was a chess piece in someone's hand was one thing; suddenly realizing he might not even count as a chess piece, but was simply a marionette dangling from another's strings, was quite another.

That sensation made even a man as savage as Xing Jun instinctively recoil with dread.

A chess piece at least stood a chance of leaping off the board, but a marionette's fate, life or death, lay utterly beyond its own control.

Xing Jun jerked violently...

Jiuxuan had never imagined that a mere youngster could possess such formidable cultivation.

Lin Fei's face went dark with exasperation. Who in the world had lost their mind and built such an imposing pyramid, only to turn it into a puzzle? Thank goodness three million people were watching the livestream—no puzzle game could stump Lin Fei.

Her eyes were wide open, and before she knew it tears had streamed down both cheeks. Those tears ran along her jaw, along her neck, onto her collar, onto the ground.

Though Liao Bayuan was over sixty, his body brimmed with dragon-tiger vigor. His muscles swelled and burst through his clothes; with a single heavy stomp, cracks ripped outward from his left foot across the concrete, slab after slab heaved up, dust billowing everywhere, and already Liao Bayuan had brought his palm crashing down on a chunk of concrete rubble.

"Contact infection?? What's that supposed to mean??" As one unfamiliar term after another tumbled from Mao no Hana's mouth, everyone's heads nearly spun.

"Scorching Release: Spiraling Shuriken!" Holding that enormous shuriken, the corners of Zhao Yi's mouth curved ever so slightly into a smile, and gazing at the shuriken that seemed vast enough to blanket the entire arena, he took two slow steps forward. And then...

Yu Zi knelt at the young master's side, motionless for a long while. Her heart was still caught on that scene from moments before. Whether the terror beyond the hall or the pool of blood within it, both set her stomach churning.

"But the Tang family has deep roots in the Floating Sky City, with truly formidable strength—they have no small number of experts at the Heavenly Sovereign realm. How could we possibly deal with the Tang family?" Ren Chan'er was still somewhat worried.

The black-and-white mark was like a starving infant that had suddenly caught the scent of irresistible 'milk'—how could he hold himself back?

There was no sun here, no moon, no clouds either, and that starry sky was a starry sky that faced you head-on.

Ah Shui said in a low voice, "Your sister did me a great kindness. Many years since I've seen her." The one he was most grateful to in all his life was that "Furong Fairy," Tang Tianxiang—only since parting ways at Wudang Mountain, he had never seen her again. Back then his heart had been full of ideals; he had wanted to return home in glory, and when he came back to Wudang he ought to have been a famous hero of his generation.

I screamed and spun around to run outside. At the same moment several security guards came charging in through the gate; seeing Xia Lanlan rushing over with a knife, they did not so much as ask why—batons came up and cracked viciously down on Lanlan's arms, and some struck her back, her legs, bringing her to her knees.

Everything had gone very quiet, and the whole of Qihong City had sunk into silence, as if on the eve of a storm—indeed, as if a tremendous storm were brewing.

"Seems Lin Biao has sent you a generous gift!" Xiao Jinguang, hearing Chen Yun's words, said with a mysterious smile.

After another half day's travel, a tea shed stood by the roadside. There were no customers within, yet steam rose from the teapot.

Mo Leng Hong had stood with hands on hips, facing off against the assembled experts of the Qin Family Sword Sect for half an hour. His tiger eyes were wide, his domineering air beyond words—and a wound on his shoulder only lent him a further edge of menace.

"Hey, classmates, long time no see—did you miss me?" Qing Ming jumped down from the car, the mask already pulled from his face, revealing handsome features scarcely different from Zhang Shaofei's.

The one called Immortal Qianyu sat in the sixth seat counting from the front; by the look of it, his immortal rank was quite high.

"No, that's the main reason. Second to that, it's because I've been bitten a few too many times," I said.