Chapter 75: Unmasking the Hypocrite

He bit down on his straw, his voice indifferent. “I think I just saw your foster brother.”

“Huh?” Xu Yunzhuo was busy poking at the little pearls at the bottom of her drink with her straw, cheeks puffed as she tried to suck them up.

It took her about three seconds to react. She blinked, “Why was he there?”

“I’d like to know that too. Why was he there? Did you tell him you were back?”

Xu Yunzhuo shook her head quickly. “No! No one knows I’ve returned to the capital.”

“My father will be coming by later. If I’m not back by then, help me meet him and explain what’s going on here.” Ye Kaicheng took off his shirt, accepted a vest from Lu Heng, slipped it on, and then donned his bulletproof vest, issuing his instructions.

“Tragic? Horrific? How did they die?” asked another tall man, dressed like a warrior.

Within the ancient Dragon God Seal, the dragon soul bared its fangs in a grin. He knew Qin Yu was digging a pit again, getting ready to trap someone.

“No problem. Or, sister-in-law, why don’t you come with us to my shop and get the paperwork done?” Huang Qiming said with a smile.

“My name is Feng Xiaotian, and my sister’s name is Feng Yulan.” Feng Xiaotian pointed to his sister below as he replied.

“If you’re sure he isn’t part of an evil sect, then just clear his name. That way, no one in the martial world will hunt him anymore,” Bai Li Yu said.

Li Yan let out a low chuckle, offering no explanation. Suddenly, he charged forward. With a technique as swift as lightning, ten fierce shadows of his legs swept out, spanning several yards, smashing through the bodies of the guards.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Mo Mo apologized hurriedly. Suddenly, a metallic tang of blood hit her nose. But before she could say another word, the person had already hurried off.

The poor king of Jisai was desperate to please both sides, uttering flattery left and right while dabbing the sweat from his brow.

Li Yan remained silent. To conceal his strength, he had only used twenty percent of his power earlier, which was why he’d been forced back. Now that he had a good sense of the Han’s abilities, about twenty-five percent would be enough to finish him.

Nevertheless, in response to Chen Luobin’s request, Yan Yeguang agreed. By six in the evening, when Yan Yeguang and several teachers entered the classroom, they found it freshly decorated with colorful lights and streamers.

Kaland, his aura condensed to its peak, spat out a cold word. His sword hand trembled, and suddenly, a blinding, searing light erupted across the sky, blocking out the sun.

Meanwhile, the four men behind continued their relentless assault. But after a long while, they realized that no matter how hard they struck, no matter which vital point they targeted, they could not harm the apparently frail youth in the slightest. Gradually, their movements slowed.

A few griffin riders, puzzled, mounted their griffins and left. The names—Emperor Haotian, Ghost Soldiers, Sirius Lord of the Western Pole—were entirely unfamiliar to them and left them utterly confused. Still, from Xue Yuehen’s tone and words, it was clear he was making a threat—an unmistakable threat.

Zhang San’er dressed the same way—one advantage being how easy it was to undress. But every morning, putting on that heavy cotton coat he’d worn for who knows how many years felt like donning cold iron. Even the toughest man had to grit his teeth to pull it on, and never knew how long it would take to feel warm again.

The old enemy was dead, the trouble looming over the Zhang family erased. It should have been a cause for great celebration. Yet why couldn’t I summon even a trace of excitement in my heart?

Iori Yagami’s silhouette suddenly appeared behind the oblivious vice principal, a twisted grin on his face. By the time the vice principal noticed, Iori’s hand was already pressed atop his skull.

Hundreds of imperial guards were thrown into a panic, urging their horses forward. The great banner was raised, and several hundred cavalrymen from the central command and the imperial guard clung close behind Lin Feng, riding in unison toward Liaoyang.

“All right, Liang Gong, I’ll be frank. I’m planning to transfer you to my side. Would you be willing?” Lin Feng, seeing his prolonged hesitation, quickly changed the subject.