Chapter 85: The Pit of Fire

What is there to fear?

Shen Jin did not attempt to explain these words to them. He chose silence, turned, and ascended the stairs. Behind him, Chi Yi watched his retreating figure, his anger intensifying. Chi Yi flung his sleeve in a furious gesture, his wrath erupting once again.

“Coward!”

He spat the insult and departed. The entire post station was shrouded...

The burly man wore a string of crosses around his neck; as he spoke, a faint golden light shimmered from them, lending him an added air of authority. Moreover, when the divine dragon wrapped in three powerful energies appeared, his very blood seemed to yearn for submission.

“In the second round, Mr. Harbor played that sleight of hand quite well. I was merely learning from him—haven’t I done a fair job?” Liu Jinchán said with a smile. Harbor’s face darkened; this young man from Hua had used his most familiar tricks against him, and he felt utterly aggrieved.

For immortals, the most solemn form of oath is swearing upon their heart’s demon. Apart from teachers and parents, immortals never kneel to others. Chang Feng’s act was the epitome of sincerity and virtue, binding his life to his vow.

“Your Holiness, may I ask from which forbidden zone you have emerged? Is it the Sea of Immortal Spirits, the Realm of Sacred Ruins, or perhaps the Heaven of No Regrets?” The Solar Immortal Tree asked reverently, abandoning its previous casual demeanor.

“How amusing, it truly is a swamp.” As he rushed inside, Chang Feng’s eyes beheld not barren mountains but a marshland saturated with intense immortal aura.

Though the dragon was cultivating within the spatial realm and its strength was untested, Ren Feifan was confident: once the divine dragon appeared, killing the man before him might be unlikely, but restraining him was certainly possible.

“This…” The old monkey pondered. Ever since the Qin elder spoke, he knew this ordeal could not be avoided. He had been searching for a reason, but none seemed apt.

Ren Feifan guessed that the guardians of Hua had likely turned Mount Ten Thousand Buddhas and even Lin City upside down in search of him, but finding him would not be so easy.

Yet a doubt lingered in his heart: could this dog seem strong on the surface, but falter in actual combat?

This question troubled more than twenty people present; suspicion gnawed at them, though none dared voice it aloud.

The crux was that Zhong Zhi controlled the mutated shrieking zombies. The power of his cards allowed him to command the zombies to perform any action, and the shrieks could direct the zombie horde and prompt their response.

Qin Shou understood their fear; even he felt tense amid such strange phenomena. Arranging a plane for evacuation was impossible—too far, no contact with Hua Prefecture. Even if contact were possible, flying at night was perilous; who knew when zombie birds might attack?

As the cascade of light beams faded, everyone appeared before the very eyes of the three royal clan leaders.

He instructed Wu Ying and two other soldiers to hide behind the city wall, to conceal themselves until the enemy drew near.

If you don’t go, soon your husband will vanish just as that young lord did, never to return. Let’s see how you’ll weep then.

She glanced at Xiao Jing, then at Su Qingning, who gazed at her with curiosity and gratitude, and her heart finally eased.

Guo Xin was relieved at last upon hearing this. His greatest fear was that the Emperor Qin would be deceived and truly believe Lü Xingpeng’s words.

Zhou Lin felt both helpless and embarrassed, yet she was unwilling to do anything else. She was simply too tired, as if in the midst of something, she had already lost her original fighting spirit.

In the corner, Zhang Qilin shut his eyes tightly, right hand gripping the black-gold ancient blade, left hand resting on the edge of the blade, about to slice open another wound. Li You hurried forward and patted his shoulder.