Volume One, Chapter 80: The Design Blueprint Is Returned

Jiang Yingli nodded; she knew all this already. She was not someone who liked to hide beneath another’s protection. If one was guarded too well, one would lose the ability to perceive danger, and when true peril struck, one would be helpless.

“Then just die!” Cui Feng’s expression suddenly changed, becoming abnormally excited. He stomped his foot onto Feng Yunfeng’s chest, crushing his ribcage with a single blow.

“Carry on,” Peng Hao did not answer immediately, instead directing the group, for this matter could not be delayed.

When his finger pointed forward, it evoked a terrifying sense that the heavens themselves were collapsing! The giant finger, glowing with immortal violet-gold light, was unlike the previous seven. This eighth finger bore distinct fingerprints, and at a glance, it seemed to be a real hand.

Her heart trembled fiercely. As an assassin, well-versed in poisons, she was familiar with the most depraved and sinister substances in existence; how could she not have heard of this?

Of course, the one beside it was far less impressive. Its physique and appearance could not compare—even to mention them in the same breath was absurd! What made it most unique was the bald head, lacking a unicorn’s horn, making it a horse in the truest sense.

Yan Fang opened the door, but in her eyes was not only surprise, but also deep concern.

“Go take a look. The burial goods of a Golden Core cultivator will not disappoint you,” Xiang Shanhe said with a smile.

Yunfeng shook his head, making Shi Ling’er anxious beyond measure. This fool, at such a time, was still putting on airs!

The phrase “like wind and cloud, light and gentle” made Yu Yu’s hair stand on end. She quickly extended her spiritual sense to examine her robe, fearing it might be imbued with some ruthless blood ritual.

At this point, Wei Xuanxuan had nothing left to lose; she had no intention of living past today. The more obedient one is, the more terrifying their rebellion becomes.

For Lin Kai, he did not know how the others fell asleep. He only knew he drifted off with his beloved .50 Desert Eagle in his arms.

After paying, I began searching for my classroom. The room number was 511 Mathematics Class, meaning the 2011 cohort five-year mathematics program. At first, I didn’t understand, but later it made sense.

They mostly chose people without families, making it far easier to disguise themselves.

“So how did you actually kill Tiantian?” Qin Fen finally voiced the doubt in his heart.

Originally, Xu Chu led five thousand cavalry to Long Pass to support Gao Shun, but halfway there, he learned Gao Shun had already broken through the pass.

“There are many. But I only present them in court or to official departments, not to you,” Lu Liting crossed his legs and spoke slowly.

Watching the man in purple leave, Ren Tianxiao felt more at ease; even he was surprised by this thought and shook his head with a chuckle, turning toward Jiechens’s direction.

“Brother Chen, may I ask about Miss Yancai…” He Xiaoyun spoke first, recalling that Yancai had helped with her resurrection.

“My secretary is blunt—please don’t take offense,” Long Yitian clapped his hands.

“Why! Why!” Dugu Meier dragged the iron chains, step by step toward the sea of fire.

“Did something happen today? You are indeed much later than usual,” Blood Snow said frankly.

The three were merely passing through. He Lang, however, paid extra attention, glancing into the ruined hall. Seeing few guards inside, he did not consult Lan Yun or Zhan Zhaohua, but simply walked toward the left side door of the hall.