Chapter 83: Just Watch Me Outperform You All!

To be honest, he truly believed that Chen Qingling had only spoken in anger on a whim and would calm down after a while. Who could have guessed that Chen Qingling would really leave, and the crucial part was that she wouldn't even tell him where she was going. At this moment, he genuinely wanted to snatch Jing Mu back from Leng Xi’s embrace; looking at them made him uncomfortable. However, in front of everyone, he still had to maintain his composure and couldn't let others believe he was jealous.

After settling everything, he began to cultivate seriously. On the path of a martial artist, even a single day without progress meant falling behind, and Qian Yun would never allow his cultivation to stagnate. He was still not strong enough—far from it.

"Nonsense!" Mu Xuefu crumpled the note into a ball and tossed it to the ground. Her piercing gaze, as if it could see through souls, was fixed ruthlessly on Pan Qihao. If she didn't know what schemes and plots they were weaving by now, she would truly be hopelessly foolish.

The so-called "three training sessions" simply meant organizing all the disciples to cultivate together in the morning, afternoon, and evening. The person responsible for such a role generally would not be weak in cultivation.

Thus, he did not wish to disrupt this world, because not only did he find the scenery beautiful, but also harmonious. There was not the slightest trace of clamor or noise—just peace, a peace that would never be disturbed.

Yang Yi believed he would become the enemy of all the nobles, and he already felt out of place in this world. If he abolished the right of the first night, he would appear even more out of place, which would draw unwanted attention. Moreover, Yang Yi had so little power as it was—should he give that up as well?

They could easily deal with the black deathly aura outside the body, but once it entered, not even the Lord of Evil could remove it. Thus, they could only watch the black aura helplessly, not daring to absorb or refine it.

Long Fei looked at the bizarre creation in his hand, a cold sweat beading his brow. "Damn, how did I condense such a strange thing? Let's try again." Undeterred, Long Fei dispelled the light blade, formed new seals, and concentrated on picturing a short blade he would be satisfied with, trying to control it in his hand.

The leader known as the Holy Lord shook his head, but then nodded. "Whether we can seize it or not, we must make a move. This time, I am determined to obtain this treasure." With that, he slowly pulled down his hood, revealing a strikingly handsome yet wicked face. The firelight illuminated his profile, allowing Ku Bai to see it clearly.

"What do you mean, what! Answer me—yes or no!" Jing Yan was somewhat agitated, his tone growing heavier.

In truth, what Murong Qianxue said was true—she liked Jing Yan. However, her good friend Gu Youlan also liked Jing Yan. She didn't want to destroy their relationship, so she could only bury her feelings for Jing Yan deep in her heart.

Jingwei saw that Bage only nodded in silence and realized there might be hidden reasons, so she dared not ask further.

"Young Master Feng, I heard that soon you will be heading to the Qiulian Mountains to train. Is this true?" As the two walked toward the reception hall, Situ Qing suddenly frowned and asked.

A sinister, wicked smile flashed across Zi Jue’s face. Then, with a single grasp into the void, he seized the hilt of the Blood-soaked Sword.

Having just devoured two Heikles, his strength had returned—stronger and more invigorated than before. His blood surged with bestial energy, his power fully restored! His confidence in defeating Jing Yan was back as well.

At this moment, Ju Zhengren, the owner of the Xianxian Salt Shop, was kneeling on the floor, trembling all over. Night had already fallen; despite four oil lamps burning in the hall, it was still not very bright.

Li Zhi completed three years of mourning for his father and then ascended the throne as Emperor Gaozong. Four years later, under the pretext of offering incense, Gaozong spent the night at Gan Ye Temple and made a vow of a hundred years with Meiniang.

"Didn't you claim to be so powerful? You don't even put me, Ao Tian, in your eyes!" Ao Tian glared furiously at Lu Bao.

Seeing his mother lay down the law, Li Dagou had no choice but to shut his mouth and obediently take his seat at the dining table.

"Let him come up," she said again, her heart filled with anxiety, trying her best to keep her voice calm.

"Hmph! In my eyes, you truly are just an ant. Even if you command a million demon soldiers, so what? You’re still nothing before my husband's divine fire," Feng Yao said, supremely confident.

Soon after, Ye Chen and his companions arrived, their clothes soaked in blood. They no longer looked like men, but murderers beneath the cold moon.

Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder if Lou Haoran's special favor toward him was because his own identity could not see the light of day. And the only reason he was wary of Lou Lingcheng was because Lou Lingcheng's status was open and aboveboard—he owned a nation, and power was in his hands.

Yan Wu ignored Xing Yunjie, and in her hand, the Divine Needle Iron transformed again, darting toward Hao Tian. From one it became two, then four, spinning and weaving, their movements swift and unpredictable.

Lin Qian spoke indifferently; though her face showed no emotion, the jade hand hidden in her sleeve clenched tightly, betraying her hope that her grandfather’s judgment was not mistaken.

"Is anyone here? I’m here to challenge the dojo," Shinji called into the empty hall.

This was always their method; lately, all the Longguo armies they faced virtually lacked any anti-aircraft firepower.

"Take good care of me. If, as you say, we end up on opposing sides, you'd better not get caught alone. Heh, I won’t show any mercy and will surely cut you in half," Ouyang Jue said, clearly hoping to seize the opportunity to kill me—wishful thinking.

A resonant buzzing echoed as Nangong Xingchen's face twisted in pain. Chen Xianchao’s sword had severed his hand, and those violet-black auras surged into his body.

"Today, I’ll show you the true meaning of difference!" the man shouted arrogantly and wildly. His words were clear—he intended to utterly destroy his opponent.

"This child was born doomed: unloved by her father, with a useless mother—her fate was sealed to be tragic." Hua Shu's face was drained of all color, as if she had lost all hope in life.

Even the Night-wiping Worm, whose intelligence she held in contempt, knew to burrow its head deep into the acid fungus thicket when it smelled Lord White Fluff’s foul gas, to resist the pollution of the foul air upon the entire Yuanmiao World.