Chapter 74: Pleading

"Spare me, please spare me! Xu Yang, I was wrong—I confess, I beg your forgiveness!"
A wet, metallic taste filled his throat as he finished speaking, and he could not suppress another mouthful of blood that spilled from his lips.
Witnessing this, fear flickered across the faces of everyone present. Yet Xu Yang remained calm, even wearing a faint, detached smile.
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That very day, Su Rui entered a competition, participating in the first round to determine who would advance to the semifinals.
As expected, with the Emperor Qin and the Flame Lord stirring up trouble, the others realized that negotiations had fallen through. There was little reason to linger. Some people felt elated; others, anxious—everyone's reaction was their own. Seeing this, the two hosts, Old Buddha Whitebrow and the Supreme Preceptor, exchanged a knowing glance and sighed helplessly.
Of course, this all depended on the owner's willingness—after all, it was a "personal belonging." If the owner was willing to let others handle it, that was entirely their choice.
Four swords danced, unleashing a storm of slaughter. Amid the frenzied gale of sword energy, Ellet glimpsed the man, drenched in blood, striding over corpses to reach this day—a man who would never permit himself to yield or retreat, his arrogance and resolve absolute.
From the bed came a long, weary sigh. She rolled over to face the window lattice, where the moonlight streamed in, bathing her frost-pale face.
At the very least, the soldiers she once commanded were unlikely to seek her out in a place like this. Nevertheless, she would have to alter her appearance once more.
Shentu Feng felt a sickly sweetness rise in his throat; he struggled to contain it as blood slowly dripped from the corner of his mouth. In the next instant, his body shriveled and wasted away.
Liu Yong had been recruited by the director during the team’s formation. He was part of the Hong Kong stunt community and had previously collaborated with Director Lin. He was especially experienced in designing action scenes involving car chases, gunfights, and explosions for crime thrillers.
Upon hearing these words, Liu Zhenlong finally snapped. He raised both arms, and his soldiers abruptly opened fire. Liu Zhenlong had intended only to trouble Chu Yang and Logan, but with so many others present, he had no choice but to implicate them as well. Yet he failed to consider whether the previous circumstances were truly within his grasp.
In the corner, two cats crouched, staring at one another and meowing in alternating pitches. Then, they darted off together behind the house.
She still remembered the last time they investigated the Kunshan Formation Core—the entire Beast Forest was under the core’s influence, and their spirit power and immortal arts had been halved in strength. This time, confronted with the Xun Wind Formation Core, it was hardly surprising that their spiritual energy failed them.
No one cared what he had to say; all eyes were fixed on how many of Lin Dong’s blade strikes he could endure.
Whatever Fang Tuo’s goal, the outcome would soon reveal who was truly strong and who was weak.
The young woman had succeeded in drawing everyone’s attention. In an instant, she and Qu Qingyou became the focal point of the entire gathering.
The three-legged black-beaked chicken simply gazed up as the white tuft on its head split open its triangular beak. A delayed, searing pain followed, along with the stench of scorched feathers assailing its nostrils.
With this, all their previous analyses were rendered meaningless—it was, in short, a wasted effort.
The whole ordeal was as exhilarating as it was ordinary. One need only recall her tragic, empty period after parting from Qu Qingran to understand. The demonized ghost-blood vine of Prince Anle, though apparently slain by Qu Qingyou, had half its defeat owed to Qu Qingran, not her.
Song Jian and Song Qin watched the days slip by, growing ever more anxious as An Wan continued to come and go like a phantom.
He wanted to force the other person to reveal themselves, but he was mistaken—Ye Xinluo refused to play his hand, leaving him to make the next move.