Chapter 92: Rewards and Unexpected Events (Please Subscribe)

That Poirot survived this ordeal—his luck truly is extraordinary. Ao Xi used his skill once more to search for Poirot’s whereabouts, followed the sense in his heart, circled outside, and discovered that Poirot had fled into the bedroom. Carefully sensing from outside, he pressed the muzzle of his gun to the wooden wall and pulled the trigger; the bullet pierced the wood in an instant, and Poirot, leaning against the wall, was knocked to the ground. Even in his final moments, he never understood how the people outside, without entering, knew precisely where he was.

The young man, though feeling forced into this situation, could not help but swallow at the sight of the table laden with delicacies. Finally, he began to eat heartily.

“So, Master, you have a solution?” Brittany’s eyes lit up; if this was so, it meant the master surely had his own plan.

“Master…” Icarus enjoyed this rare moment of affection from Li Yalin, a faint blush appearing on his face.

As they spoke, the Void Poison Banner silently swept through the air. A colorless, tasteless, invisible deadly toxin shot toward Lord Zhong Ling Tian.

Yet, as Li Yalin gazed at the grand mage before him, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this figure resembled the legendary Apostle. Though a giant, apart from his size and limbs, nothing else bore any resemblance to humanity; indeed, he was a true monster.

“You really aren’t from Dragon Island?” The old man in black robes doubted Ni Feng’s claim and questioned him again.

Master is truly remarkable—even monsters can be subdued! Damn, I’m going to take a cat demon to fight the red-haired devils… Ling Yue was so excited he nearly cursed aloud.

Twisting left and right through Merlin Forest, Ouyang Ke was surprised to find he could not escape, as if he were lost in this stretch of woods. The situation reminded him of something his uncle once said.

Upon hearing Jiang Fei’s words, everyone was left speechless, casting strange looks his way—even the members of the Seven Kill Squad, including Jing Zhe.

The space provided translation capabilities to help them overcome basic communication barriers in the martial arts world; it could translate all eras of Chinese, but foreign languages were impossible. It was said the function once existed, and some people used the space communicator to cheat on various foreign language exams in the real world.

“Yes, please come in, sirs. We have prepared fine wine and dishes to welcome you,” Sun Liangjun said hurriedly, inviting Su Jie and his companions inside, not daring to delay.

He stood tall, white hair dancing wildly in the wind, his sapphire eyes radiating a chilling killing intent.

She scanned her surroundings, intending to find a slope to rest, when suddenly she heard a faint rustling sound.

As Qing Wu’s voice fell, a red whip lashed out. There was no need to guess—it must be Miao Qingyan.

First came Hong Jun, then the heavens; Hong Jun, the Ancestor, had consciousness since the chaotic era. With a single glance, he saw that Lin Fan was indeed a high-level master of the Dao.

After placing Li Guanqi down, Wang Yanqing produced his left hand, which he had kept hidden behind his back, and only opened his palm in front of him.

Xu Qingyao recognized the voice immediately—it was the persistent Gu Yi. Her attitude instantly grew harsher.

The collision of powerful energies created a tremendous shockwave; after the deafening roar, the ever-smiling Elder Immortal of the South Pole’s expression changed drastically.

Then, Li Guanqi slowly drew the Azure Profound Sword from his back. “It is a seventh-grade magical weapon, originally named Wind and Thunder, just like your blade.”

In the distance, guests and Lin clan disciples witnessed a scene they would never forget. The scent of blood in the air thickened, and the elders surrounding the monkey avatar tried desperately to dodge its attacks, but its elongated arms gave it a greater range.

The driver was a taciturn man; even Cao Yue seldom spoke to him, confining herself to describing the preparations for their journey.