Chapter 845: Two No Longer Owe Each Other

Li Banfeng, with over twenty thousand Dao Laogui, was locked in fierce combat with Qiao Yi's fifty thousand Dang Kou Army.

In terms of individual combat strength, the Totem Army within the Dang Kou Army held the advantage.

As for overall combat power, with the Thousand-Man Collaborative Array, the Dang Kou Army's advantage was even greater.

Even in terms of troop numbers, the Dang Kou Army held a distinct advantage.

No matter how they fought, it seemed the Dao Laogui had no chance of winning.

Yet, the situation was truly deadlocked, because any Dang Kou Army soldiers wounded by the Dao Laogui, if they encountered

"This cannot be!" Chen Zhi's expression changed slightly upon hearing this, and he blurted out, "Could there be an insider from the Corpse Demon Palace within our sect?" As he spoke, he completely forgot about his own dealings with the Nine Evil Hearts of the Corpse Demon Palace.

"N-nothing," Liu Chuanxiang said, shaking his head, full of suspicion. He scanned the bailiffs, his gaze finally settling on an old man in a long green robe standing in their center.

All along the way, Chen Zhi's brows furrowed slightly, and by the end, he returned to his cave dwelling with a grim expression.

Old Monster Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, and his burly figure suddenly stood up. For a moment, the air in the entire hall seemed to solidify slightly, becoming tense and confrontational.

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhichang immediately looked at Li Min with great anticipation. Although Xu Zhichang felt he was already doing quite well, wouldn't it be even better if there was a clearer path?

Du Cheng also smiled. The two seemed to share a unique understanding that required no words; after Du Cheng approached, they walked out of the airport together.

Especially Xia Bingru and the dozen or so others, who had been chatting happily with Wu Qi and entering the hall together just a short while ago. The Wu Qi they had seen previously was nothing like his current arrogant and defiant self. He had been a mild-mannered senior disciple, completely devoid of any pride.

Old Taylor's counterattack was weak and ineffective. He merely mobilized some friendly media outlets to extensively criticize Jiang Hua's unethical behavior in newspapers. Because Chelsea, and especially Jiang Hua, were involved, quite a few media outlets followed up on the story.

This was currently Chelsea's most suitable lineup. As for Gallas, Jiang Hua, for the sake of caution, could only keep him on the bench, just in case.

After the Shroud Child appeared, another person emerged beside him, equally arrogant and vicious, making anyone who heard them feel a chill down their spine.

Feng Tianyu looked at the cultivators kneeling and pleading with him, his eyes dimming. If he could save them, he would, of course, do so without hesitation.

She was Yue Xier, whom he hadn't seen in two years. Her pure and kind nature was the only source of light in his heart.

Logically, one of these grappling hooks should attack an enemy while the other connects to one's own vehicle for stability... So why were both on the side? Could it be... a new type of grappling hook? Capable of attacking two vehicles at once?

Under the command of Huanglong Prefecture, the faces of Qinglong, Chihu, and Yaoque, the three members of the Special Patrol Office, were so grim they could almost drip water.

"Manager Xia, thank you, thank you very much for your concern for me. I, I promise you, I'll go to the front desk," Sun Xiaoyan said, deeply moved, seeing how concerned Xia Jieli was about her.

According to Sun Dashu, most of the employees here were veterans who had worked for some time, making it highly unlikely that anyone from the Xuan Alliance would have infiltrated this "black prison"—a place specifically designed to detain hidden criminals—so far in advance.

As he spoke this time, his entire body emanated killing intent. With a wave of his hand, Zhou Tianhu, who was beside Zhou Tianlong, flew towards him.

I suddenly widened my eyes. I vaguely remembered a certain *ci* poem, and it seemed Tang Kaiyu was touched by the longing expressed in it.

Xiao Ning then realized that the so-called martial arts consisted only of Sanda, performance routines, and the like. There were no secret martial arts manuals or peerless masters as he had imagined.

"Heh heh, just kidding, just kidding!" Jiu Rusheng immediately retreated several meters, smiling apologetically.