Chapter 58: Fleeing Through the Night

The head of security finally breathed a sigh of relief. Regardless, the hot potato had been successfully passed to Manager Wang, and whether things would go wrong had nothing to do with him anymore. He immediately left the office and hurried out in a huff.

Any sword style or technique he learned from others would be studied and refined by him for a decade or eight, modifying it until it suited him perfectly.

The Spirit Fox described the previous scene using the simplest possible words. His description was extremely plain and did not sound particularly shocking at all, yet everyone present who had witnessed that scene was utterly shaken.

Seeing him in such a panic, Elsiw guessed he must be hiding some bad news. With a long reach of his arm, he grabbed the man by the collar and pulled him back.

After a moment of thought, I spoke up, "You are right, that is indeed the case. However, if we encounter evil and atrocious demonic entities, I believe there will still be those who step forward to punish them. Am I right?"

"Greetings, Imperial Uncle. This is my lord, the Marquis of Wu, who currently governs the fifteen prefectures of Jiangnan," Pang Tong introduced as well.

As soon as his voice fell, the three stone tablets high up in the grand hall all flashed brightly. The black pellet emitted ink-colored halos, the bone mountain glowed with a dazzling brilliance, and the blood river looked as fresh as dripping blood. This signified that the three sect masters fully endorsed Huang Yi's words.

While the others mainly expressed doubt and concern, Long Yue showed sheer disdain. What qualification did a ninth-grade student, who could not even answer a third of the questions, have to look down upon a seventh-grade student who had answered everything correctly?

Two Demon Marshals—two Demon Marshals who had forced them into a bitter struggle and nearly killed them—were utterly vulnerable before Xiao Yuanhan, perishing without even lasting a single exchange.

Siyu pushed the door open and said, "Understood. Aunt Zhao, you go ahead first; we'll be right there." Before I could even put my things away, Siyu came running over to drag me along to dinner first.

"That's great! That's great! That's wonderful..." Besides muttering these words, Golden Hammer did not know what else to say.

Lin Chen channeled the sword incantation within his body to the absolute limit, squeezing out wisps of spiritual energy to replenish the Azure Dragon projection. Yet, after a ripple of fluctuation, the Azure Dragon projection ultimately dissipated.

Su Lingfeng returned to her chamber, washed up, and paced back and forth inside the room, feeling somewhat anxious and uneasy.

"Jian'er, it won't happen. The secret of that crystal sphere remains unknown to this day. Even if the Dark King takes it away, what can he possibly do with it? Could the world of light possibly fear a useless crystal sphere?" Dugu Jian's mother stroked her son's face, her deep pupils overflowing with love.

Su Jinyu's body stiffened slightly. When that sour sensation welled up from her limbs, she finally straightened her back slowly, staring blankly at Qingyun.

The Empress Dowager furrowed her brows deeply with worry. Obstacles in any matter always tend to cause inexplicable irritation and turmoil. Ling Xiao was not gentle like Ling Yun; on the contrary, he was notoriously ruthless in his methods. If not for him overriding all objections back then, she would not have fled to Qingcheng alongside the Dowager Consort.

News of the Empress regaining favor spread to all the palaces the next morning. The imperial concubines flocked over to pay their respects, and the long-suspended morning and evening greetings were resumed once again. Facing all this, Shen Wan could only heave a helpless sigh—those leisurely days of the past were likely gone for good.

"Speak! How is our army doing after all!" Even though he was utterly exhausted and severely injured, Lin Chen suddenly slammed his hand down onto the nearby table, startling the scout standing before him into a violent shiver.

"This I can tell you. In this world, there should be over four hundred titled travelers, and more than seven thousand who have reached the Heavenly Realm. As for those below the Heavenly Realm, we never bother to count them," the Soul Mask said as he looked at Li Zhi's expression, finally deciding to speak.

"There will be a banquet in the capital in a few days. I am a guest at the banquet, and I'd like to take you with me," Xia Feng said.

Feng Jiping continued, "Later on, I got to know Brother Qin." As he spoke, he bent down and pulled out numerous photographs and photo frames from a cabinet, among which were pictures of him and Qin Fengzhan together.

Hearing this, Xue Shengying and Xue Shengxian were deeply moved. They personally escorted him out of the mourning hall and arranged a fine courtyard for him to rest.

Shunping acknowledged the order, leading several highly skilled dark guards on horseback to flank Chen Nian closely as they halted in place to wait for those coming behind. Lu Xiao, riding at the front, somehow caught wind of it as well, wheeled his horse around, and joined them.

How could Shangguan Ao ever think of such a thing? Absolutely not, such a thing must not be allowed to happen.

Jing Dongnan remained silent, which somewhat irritated Jiang默宇 (Jiang Moyu). Having nowhere to vent his frustration, he could only kick one of the nearby car tires.

The horrifying scene on the highway did not last very long, and Li Xiao's predetermined time was not even fully used up. By one o'clock in the afternoon, the highway in Guangdong had returned to normal. The fire department had long since cleaned the road until it was spotless, leaving no trace for anyone to tell that this was a place where over a thousand people had just died. Everything simply returned to tranquility just like that.

While he was whispering softly in Chen Nian's ear, the young man at the bottom of the valley suddenly pulled his horse to a halt and raised his head to look directly toward Chen Nian's hiding spot.

Yet, Liu Guang merely sat quietly in his chair, his gaze unfocused as he stared at a map spread out on the table before him. It seemed as though he were looking at it, yet also as though he were not, uttering not a single word.

Suddenly, our men reacted as well and gave chase after him. Seeing that Dalong's head seemed to be bleeding as well, I shouted at the top of my lungs, "Enough, enough! Come fight over here!" But my cry was a bit too late; seven or eight people had already rushed off in pursuit, though most of them were called back. Dalong was already miserable enough.

Driven by the panic of impending death and the excruciating pain all over his body, Sorges swung his fists wildly, raining down blow after blow upon Li Xiaoyi. After spitting out a chunk of Sorges's flesh, Li Xiaoyi wore a blank expression as he weathered the storm of punches, and then leaned in to bite down once more.