Chapter Thirty-Two: I Am the One Who Killed Him (Part Two)

As soon as Lianxin spoke, most people present cast suspicious glances at Yun Shuang. They wondered why such an odd woman would suddenly meddle in this case. So it turned out she was after the thousand taels of reward silver! Of course, she wouldn’t want Fan Youliang to be the culprit!

Yun Shuang, however, kept her gaze fixed on Luo Xueqing and said, “I reached this conclusion without any personal motive. In fact, before meeting Lady Luo—”

At that moment, the voice of the Sword Spirit of Extinction sounded weakly in Lin Feng’s heart. Yet this Ronan, whether in speed or strength, and even in certain techniques, surpassed young Lin. Thus, Lin rarely gained the upper hand and was struck repeatedly.

Recalling the events experienced in that dream, Su Qingmeng couldn’t help but feel amused. She had dragged her elder sister along to play with her, and it seemed they even embarked on an adventure.

After finishing his words, Qin Fei released his right hand from Li Miaor’s mouth, but his left arm still held her tightly against his chest.

“Ah, that is a trace of original demon fire left behind by Green Briar Purple Flame. It seems this demon fire was kept as a backup in case the transformation failed.”

The God of Light’s actions completely disappointed his followers. Was this not a kind of sorrow?

A cruel light flashed in the eyes of the white wild boar. Suddenly, it swung its Fangtian halberd, releasing a powerful sword aura. Unlike before, this aura carried his core energy, making it far stronger than previous attacks.

Fire Maniac took a deep breath. He still had one last method that might offer a glimmer of hope to turn defeat into victory. No matter the outcome, he had to try.

Zhao Ye, who already disdained the behavior of the court officials, now stood with a face ashen with rage. Anger burned within him. It was merely a domestic flood, yet his ministers shirked responsibility. If disaster struck the nation, who could he rely on?

The folding fan was not expensive. Crafted from fine Xuan paper and sturdy ribs, the shopkeeper saw that Qin Fei did not look like a wealthy young master and only asked for one tael and two coins of silver. Qin Fei took the fan and walked back with Tang Lei, who was already tipsy.

The name of the Resurrection Pill had spread throughout the world due to the auction and the destruction of Medicine King Valley. Now everyone knew of it and desired it.

The struggle of the demigods seemed unrelated to Wang Yu, but once it began and the divine envoys descended to carry out the battle, Wang Yu would surely be discovered by those from the upper realm. He was far too sensitive; it was impossible not to notice him.

Yet to speak of Xiongba, a master famed not for swordsmanship but for his martial arts, he nonetheless possessed extraordinary sword skills.

Promotions were granted from the bottom up. The lowest soldiers received titles and silver rewards, while Liuzhou and Zuo Ming were promoted three ranks at once, causing envy among the surrounding crowd.

Zhao Yitiao and his group could not infuse blood energy, so they were unable to send the fishing line too far and could only wait for the fish to bite.

“Caw!” Suddenly, a cry echoed from the sky, carrying a warning. The giant bird stared at the thicket, its gaze sharp.

Even if Orochimaru found a better vessel, it would likely take longer to recover than in the original story before he could cause trouble again.

Wen Ran was startled. Tears brimmed in her eyes, burning with intense anger as she glared at Liao Dongxing. Her mouth was gagged, unable to speak. Yet hearing Liao Dongxing’s words sent a chill through her heart.

The magical fighter statue’s Western boxing techniques were quite agile. It could fight up close on the ground or, with martial magic force, spiral through the air for hundreds of feet, unleashing even greater power.

Chang Guangliang had not fully thought things through. Focused solely on avenging his son, he had forgotten the principles of conduct. He ignored the elders' warnings—not to provoke the temple master, for he was not someone ordinary people could afford to offend. Killing him once without retaliation merely meant that his bottom line had not yet been crossed.