Especially when the one facing him was a being of Huan Xiong's caliber.

"It's done!"

Seeing Huan Xiong finally break free of Wei Zhao's grip in the arena, everyone outside the ring felt their spirits lift as one.

As for how things would unfold from here, there was no need to say more.

Say what you will, but this final one-on-one duel between the two was a far cry from the clash of masters everyone had envisioned.

From the very start...

As for the new character's motives, she had not the faintest clue which way to guess. Her mortal way of thinking made it impossible for her to imagine what formidable powers a deity like the Lord of the Underworld might command.

"Eldest Senior Brother, I was wrong. Please, let me go!" Unable to make a sound, he could only plead with his eyes.

With a thunderous boom, fist and palm collided, the shockwave deafening to the ear; it looked as though two great mountains had slammed into each other across the void, raising a mighty surge of air that rolled endlessly across the four wilds.

Gongsun Yu choked on his words—since Gongsun Shu was his own father, he held back the curses that sprang to his tongue and turned to leave. He would have to be insane to come here and invite this abuse.

"Hmph, I knew it. You—you're just greedy!" Leng Ningshuang gave Jiang Yanchen a gentle shove, muttered her complaint, then walked over to sit beside Huan Bing.

No need to guess—whoever was weeping so bitterly could only be Xu Wanqing's own birth mother.

Yuan Lang, standing off to the side, was likewise dumbstruck at the sight; he had stayed in this town a long while, yet this was the first time he had ever seen people fight so fiercely over a purchase.

The primal demonic qi at the source of the Sinful Eye was burned to ash the instant it came within a hundred meters of Chu Chaofei, not a speck of it left.

Zhou Yun nodded in satisfaction, his eyes naturally full of admiration—unlike some people, who would drool at the sight of it.

She did not want to linger there any longer either, awkward and miserable as she felt—on one hand mindful of her friendship with her classmates, on the other forced to put up with a fool.

So saying, Li Longji walked up to Yang Yuhuan, the naked desire in his eyes utterly undisguised; murderous intent surged in Su Zhiyuan's heart, though he held it all in.

What a joke! She and Chu Ze were a devoted, inseparable pair—how could she dine alone? She would carry the words "devoted and inseparable" to their absolute extreme.

The fine robe had been reduced to rags, revealing pale flesh, and the flesh was stained with bright red blood.

Unwittingly, he had come to stand before the house on the left side, and beside him were others likewise studying the murals—idlers and passersby.

Compared with the salaries of all those officials in the imperial court who drew pay without doing a stroke of work, it was far too unfair to the men of the Ministry of Works.

Though she was answering Yin Xue's words, Granny Li's eyes never once left Yun Zhao's face.

Seeing that he had finally found a free moment, Han Xinyi leaned in to talk with him, her brows and eyes brimming with smiles. Shen Jingnian's expression, too, was gentler than usual, a faint smile on his lips.

Liu Mei shot her a puzzled glance. Ordinarily you could not drag a peep out of her with three sticks, so how had she turned so glib today?

Ma San followed Yu Xia in reciting the Earth Spell, then planted the three sticks of incense into the burner; next, Yu Xia took something out from beneath the plate of fruit offerings before the idol.

However formidable that assassin might be, he could never have reckoned that Li Yang carried such a heaven-defying item as the Overlord's Cloak, something that could suspend a man in midair.

Another half hour passed, and the merchant ship came to shore; a crowd of natives was already waiting at a distance. They did not look alarmed—clearly this was not their first time—and they could tell from afar that these were no pirates, or the reception would not have been like this.

Following her gaze, Meng Xiyun also glanced at Chang Ye standing not far off like a guardian deity; their eyes met—his gaze deep and calm—then he withdrew his eyes, let out a silent breath, and shook his head.

Master Zhang's mood turned very ugly all at once, but there was nothing he could say just then; he simply watched Second Master Sheng.

"Every one of Jiang Yongshan's businesses has had its supply cut off, because our bids are always thirty percent higher than Jiang Yongshan's." Feng Cheng smiled smugly.