Chapter 73 Stirring Up Turmoil

After turning out of the street, Jiang Butong wiped his neck and found it slick with cold sweat. He finally understood—Thirteen Eagles and Black Dog were not even on the same level. These people truly dared to do anything.

Jiang Yuan was also stunned. He gazed at the bullet marks on the windshield ahead, then glanced at Jiang Butong and asked, “Tong, are you hurt?”

“No…”

“Is it magical energy?!” Yang Feng’s heart skipped a beat. He quickly resonated with the Veil of the Gods again, adjusting his vision to the “anti-concealment magic search” mode.

“I’ve already shown mercy; this can’t be blamed on me.” Shi Yu crossed her arms nonchalantly, casually shifting the blame.

Cursing twice, Bai Li Kaiyu’s surging mystical energy intensified as he launched it toward the puppet.

“She’s your fiancée, yet you show her no tenderness at all!” Qian Xuanyu glared coldly at Ou Hao, her lovely face stern.

“What’s wrong, Brother Xuanqing?” Sensing Xuanqing’s unease, Yi Xuan beside him asked in confusion.

“Hurricane, obey my command!” Atroland issued the order again, his voice descending with the authority of a god’s decree.

The two were shrouded in thick white smoke, like spectral figures from a bygone era fading in and out of heavy fog.

“After fierce competition, the first round of the Top Hundred Martial Tournament has ended. Fifty-seven contestants have advanced to the second round. All those who have advanced, please take the stage now.” As Jin Sanchun finished speaking, silhouettes leaped down from the high platform.

The fans pushed all the blame onto Yun Shu, as if this round of the game was lost solely because of her.

In the end, the ritual platform was protected at the center by rocks floating in the air like asteroids, becoming the heart of this gigantic mechanical beast, while the swirling memory factors within the altar became its brain.

The surrounding envoys continued their endless chatter, but the old king no longer cared for affairs of state.

What would the evening be like? Ning Lichen and Zhao Menghua would surely be loving, surrounded by familiar faces, drinking, laughing, singing, and maybe helping Xing Fengling make some new friends… Thinking of this, she found herself quite looking forward to tonight’s gathering.

The evil cultivators were shocked and fled in terror. Never had they imagined the Fire Dragon would unleash its breath on its own allies. Off guard, two of them didn’t even have time to react before being instantly incinerated to ash.

“Brother, don’t worry about these things. Right now, your hand is what matters most. I’ve already sent for Master Li Shizhen in Jizhou. He should arrive at the camp tomorrow—I only hope his miraculous skills can heal your injury,” Cui Dazheng said anxiously.

As he lowered his head, he suddenly noticed an eye blinking beneath a pile of ash, then quickly ducking back under cover.

Yin Yi was seated in the front row, a place typically reserved for performers—very rarely would a behind-the-scenes boss sit so far forward.

A true disciple could advance further, either becoming a peak master or an elder, thus participating in the Sword Sect’s decision-making. Wuyouzi continued, but did not discuss the benefits of true disciples further, for by then, the resources they would receive would go far beyond mere spirit stones or elixirs.

Any ant lion or thorn-jawed midge venturing into the frozen zone was instantly coated in thick white frost, severely slowed, their crawling reduced to sluggish writhing. Next, arcs of lightning from the defense tower reduced them to heaps of charcoal and ash.

In her heart, Li Bao privately thought that Boss Bai was more suitable for Yi Yi, but since Yi Yi liked Lord Fengjing, she supported that as well.

Following the navigation, she found herself walking ever farther into desolate areas, gradually leaving the city’s bustle behind. At this moment, her heart was calm.