Volume One, Chapter 58: Endless Torment

"Ahhh! I beg you, just kill me!"
Whoosh—
"Ahhh! Qi Fengling, you bastard, you will die a horrible death!"
Whoosh—
"Ahhh! I was wrong, spare me, I beg you, spare me!"
At the summit of Mount Xuankun, Jun Yixiao sat cross-legged. Right behind him, Jun Jue sat in the same posture, his expression utterly solemn.

Looking at Zhao Ruoshui, whose face was always radiant with a warm and confident smile, he understood instantly. No wonder Zhao Changyuan had long since been designated as the crown prince, yet so many people still supported Zhao Ruoshui.

"Why is it just you alone!" The golden dragon roared, spewing a breath of dragon fire straight at the young man.

The Enforcement Unit was the policing force of the Crimson Cross, dedicated to secretly investigating and hunting down traitors to the headquarters. Every single member of the Enforcement Unit was an elite soul master in no way inferior to those of the Seven Star Divisions.

The young man was dressed in a T-shirt and black shorts. His naturally delicate face was filled with utter rage. In front of him sat a computer, displaying the morning's trending Weibo topics.

With that single downward slash, it felt as though the entire firmament had collapsed, crushing down upon Lin Chen from all directions with zero blind spots.

"The communication bone beast has been summoned away. Did something happen back at the clan?" Shi Lie jolted awake. A rat bone beast had originally been placed in the groove as a means of contact. It represented the clan; the moment trouble arose at home, the soul masters there would summon the rat bone beast back to notify Shi Lie.

Mo Lin did not react for a moment. She raised her head to look at Chang Feng, but failed to catch his gaze. At that moment, Chang Feng was staring up at the sky, seemingly unwilling to make eye contact with her.

Watching the red dragon spread its wings, the chieftain smiled knowingly in understanding, turned around, and passed down the order. Moments later, three heavily bound thieves were dragged before the red dragon.

Verbal persuasion and encouragement were ultimately not his strong suits. If it ultimately came down to letting his work speak for itself, he would actually be quite happy to see it happen.

Rong Wanxi knew that the Emperor intended to let Zhi Qiu use the unused furnishings from the former imperial residence, so as to avoid using those in the Jingdong Palace. The coffins prepared for the maids in Prince Chen's manor were not extravagant, but they were decent enough—far better than those of ordinary commoners.

Prince Yong kept bolstering his own morale, turning this near-disastrous mistake into a good omen instead. Deep down, he knew very well that he was merely masking his inner anxiety. But what could he do? With momentous events at hand, life and death hung upon this single gamble; he refused to believe that Third Brother's side could remain as calm and composed as usual.

Yin Shixiu spoke as he operated the remote control of his wheelchair, stopping it in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window to gaze at the congested traffic in the heart of the city.

At this moment, Murong Jun, who had been drinking by himself off to the side, cast his gaze toward Ren Feiyang. Although his tone was calm, it exuded an invisible aura of deterrence.

"As disciples of our master, we must absolutely not let our master lose face." Zhou Hao's implication was clear: he was determined to accept the challenge.

Jinkui soared into the air, losing her footing mid-air as she fell backward. Another feather demon beat its wings, bringing down a dazzling flurry of blades upon her back.

Bai Yongzhao took a deep breath, staring fixedly at Xiao Yan with a cold expression, thinking: although Xiao Yan easily deflected the serpentine spear, defending against the next move would be exceedingly difficult for him.

After pondering for a long time, the group had no choice but to temporarily leave the jade carriage inside the tomb, waiting to see if they could figure out another way to take it out later.

A voice of reverence rang out. The newcomer cupped his fists respectfully; truly, he could not find a single word to describe the young man before him.