Volume One, Chapter 62: She Just Threw Herself Into My Arms!

August weather is capricious—one moment the sky is clear and boundless, the next, storm clouds gather, and a heavy rain is about to fall.

Heaven and earth.

Just as Bian Xunzhou settled into his car seat, a sharp pain shot through his hand. His dark eyes narrowed, and he glanced at his palm, his expression shifting slightly. In the next instant, he started the engine.

Far away, the observer in space saw a rhombus-shaped pillar of light appear on the pale, continental mass of the star. It was as if a compass needle had been embedded in the globe, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Yet, thinking of Nami still trapped in the midst of suffering, Qiu He could only adjust his schedule.

At that moment, Wan Qianjin’s face was drawn and anxious as she paced restlessly at the door—just as Yu Yi caught sight of her.

Though the Thunder God was not a broadcaster and had never opened any live channel, his name resounded a thousand times louder than Li Sheng’s.

The Zombie Lizard King had just prepared to spit the “saliva” it had long been brewing, when nine sharp golden swords pierced its jaw and skull in a flash.

“Ah… I see it now. No wonder he is the top combatant of District Eighteen,” Negan said with an awkward grin.

Even if he managed to survive by sheer luck, Tolis doubted he could find peace in the days ahead—offending an Arbiter Court member was nothing short of fatal.

But how did the “General” know that not long ago, the Holy Radiance Inner Court had secretly relocated the research lab to the Admiral’s Mansion?

Disappointment did not touch him; with one task already in hand, and many teams having already departed after claiming theirs, if there were any truly suitable and swiftly completable assignments, doubtless those teams had snatched them up.

If these women were allowed to run rampant, it was not only the innocent people of Tongcheng who would suffer; even Zhou Ze, the city’s ghost warden, would find himself in over his head.

Humans, when all is said and done, are but creatures—and for all living beings, survival is paramount; compared to that, gentlemanly airs are mere nonsense.

Yang Hao repeated the term under his breath. He had heard of it from Xu Qing, but had never seen it for himself. Perhaps he should go and join the excitement, he thought, for he was not here for the Longyuan Sword or the title of the next Swordmaster.

Behind Jiang Dongyu, Bai Yuntian and Huo Yanglie appeared. Previously, Marquis Anguo had slipped from their grasp—a humiliation too great to bear, though two against nine was indeed a desperate struggle.

Ye Zheng reached out, trying to stir the mist, but there was no response. The milky white haze passed straight through his palm, as though they existed in different dimensions. Was this spiritual energy? Invisible, intangible—how could one proceed to the next step, guiding it into the body?

Thus, not only him—every onlooker in black robes and even the merchants at the surrounding stalls—when they saw Ye Yi produce thirty thousand gold coins, their eyes widened, gazes blatant with disbelief.

Behind Yang Hao, a pair of crimson wings crackling with lightning beat furiously. The stalemate of attacks was suddenly broken as he gripped the gilded mace in both hands, enveloped in thunder, like an unflinching god of war.

“Yunmei!” Lin Chu’s eyes lit up. He sprang from the sofa and dove straight into the spatial portal leading to the bedroom.

“With your swordsmanship, you can hold your own against me only because your cultivation is two realms higher,” Jiang Dongyu replied.

Two days earlier, he had just had a disagreement with Ye Long at the Rainbow Chamber of Commerce. Though things had not escalated, he had blatantly ignored Ye Long’s demands, snatched away the Windfall Crystal Ye Long desired, and publicly declared enmity, humiliating him in front of all.

Some of the men, however, were bolder. The sight of Yang Mi in her cheongsam was a powerful lure, though they found themselves helpless, as all messages had to pass through Yin Zixiong, making it impossible for them to act freely.