Chapter 139

Gu Suifeng trembled violently, as if struck by some unbearable force. On his ashen face, only his eyes remained, filled with terror and sorrow, and the sorrow in those eyes was as cold as frost. For a moment, he remained still, merely gazing at the bloodstains, which looked like dark red flower stamens blooming, splashing countless bloody red dots.

The place existed on the map, but it was marked by a lonely three-character name with no routes available upon clicking. What made it even more agonizing was that the three characters were surrounded entirely by green patches representing mountain ranges, making her scalp tingle with anxiety.

Without military formations to trap and crush the enemy, no matter how many people there were, they would merely be lambs to the slaughter before someone in the Law-Heaven and Earth realm.

Since the lackeys of the Corpse-Human Sect had already brought four underworld artifacts, it was hardly surprising that others would follow suit.

However, the city of Jinling was now sealed off into four distinct zones—east, south, west, and north—to prevent mutual infection. If the evil disciples of the Blood River Sect were to change their residences frequently, they would inevitably be exposed.

Seeing that the night was deep and no one else was likely to come, Xu Yuan decided to share his wine with Shen Yu.

While inside the mystic realm, Huang Xiaoyan's final soul fragment had completely merged, but the trial of the realm had not yet ended.

The Azure Nether Sword and the Flaming Water Sword transformed into a purple-blue sword-qi barrier, while currents of water and fire continuously surged from Rahu's body. As the two sword beams descended, Ye Fan and Bai Xuanzhi both shuddered.

The moment he confirmed the achievement, Tang Shenwei hurried from his residence directly to the prefectural office.

Rahu brandished a crimson greatsword, churning the hot springs into towering waves of spray, and the lingering might of his sword-qi instantly boiled the thermal waters.

"Heehee!" A blush crept across Tan Qiqi's face as she linked arms with Jin Yexuan, chatting and laughing as they walked out of sight, leaving three boys with varied expressions standing in place.

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The room fell into a heavy silence. I lowered my head, waiting for the lady's inquiries. In truth, my heart was filled with countless questions, yet I could never bring myself to voice them, repeatedly forcing the words back down into the depths of my mind.

Su Chen unleashed his passive ability to deal massive damage through continuous attacks and pursuit. Noticing that Karma had tethered him with her forced chain, he immediately spun around and retreated.

Originally, this ceremony was presided over by the Empress, but since Jinrong had never established an Empress, it was hosted annually by the mother of the Crown Prince, Consort Cheng.

Though shocked, he did not feel the sense of emptiness he experienced now. He did not fear Messiah; rather, he calmly accepted all the benefits Messiah offered. He cared little for the fundamental origin of this world, focusing solely on the present moment and how to better fulfill the aspirations within his heart amidst his current circumstances.

Heavens knew where Qu Zhen got such boundless confidence. Time and again, she used her words to draw the attention of Qu's parents. Wasn't she afraid that he would simply confess all the vile deeds she had committed to them and let them discipline her properly?

Song Chuyi snuggled into Old Madame Song's arms. Hearing this, she looked utterly astonished for a moment before dropping to her knees to kowtow to Old Madame Song, while a gleam of genuine joy finally flickered in her eyes for the very first time.

"Auntie, is it because you didn't approve of their being together that they ended up like this?" Jian Fan's voice drew closer from afar.

"Huh? Oh, yeah." Jin Yexuan nodded absentmindedly as she ate her porridge, then smiled faintly, seemingly recalling how she used to tease Qin Lin'ai.

"............" Shen Nainuo gazed thoughtfully at my panicked expression, where I desperately wanted to explain myself yet ended up betraying my own panic. He remained entirely silent.

In the center of the sea of fire, however, a shadowy phantom became increasingly distinct and towering, as if a mighty power were slowly awakening from deep slumber.

In truth, Yiyang was unaware that the so-called starlight was an opportunity attained by the Heavenly Gang Roar, representing a trace of divine beast bloodline.

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This sudden change occurred in the flash of a spark, happening so abruptly that Lin Han was caught completely off guard, and ending in a way that left him utterly bewildered.

"If I don't get closer, how am I supposed to put the apron on you for you?" Li Hao said, wrapping his arm around Zhou Ruotong's slender waist to deny her any chance of escape. To be fair, his three months at the gym hadn't been in vain; his six-pack abs were becoming increasingly distinct by the day.

The steadily growing currents of spiritual power surged ceaselessly, and Lin Yu's heart filled with joy as he watched, knowing his strength was increasing step by step.

Seeing this move, Lin Yu felt a tremor in his heart. If this kiss had landed on the corner of his lips, would he have been able to resist? As such a thought crossed his mind, a nameless fire flared up within his chest. Cursing inwardly, he circulated his mental cultivation technique, and a wave of coolness spread throughout his body, barely managing to suppress it.

"Will you die if you don't gossip?" Lin Yu muttered speechlessly. This guy was good at everything, except that his curiosity was simply too overwhelming. Enduring the pain, Lin Yu forced himself up and walked outside.

Faced with the ever-growing collection of antiques and jewelry filling the room, Li Hao felt that for this charitable donation, he could pick out some items he didn't usually use and give them away. After all, selling such luxury goods felt beneath his status, keeping them took up too much space, and it was impossible to give them all away as gifts.

Yet, at the very next instant, the hand Yiyang used to grip the sword hilt instantly felt a piercing chill gushing out from the Soul-Scaring Sword, which ultimately coalesced into a blue mist that enveloped his palm.

The cockroaches flew in one after the other, but the black butterfly dodged them at the most perilous moments. They brushed past the Grim Reaper time and time again, as if even time itself could not catch up to the two of them.