127. Highway Robbery (Two-in-One)

Pei Xiunian’s hand trembled at that term of endearment, "husband," causing the communication array in his palm to wobble before he managed to steady it.

Fortunately, he had already switched the device off, so surely not a sound could have carried through. Otherwise, given Aunt Meng’s temperament, she wouldn’t have let it slide with just words. She would likely grow more incensed the more she dwelled on it later. It was well-known that the Yaoguang Sect held grudges; as the sect master, Meng Qingyuan was surely no exception.

Xu Qian responded to each point one by one. The imperial decree stated that he was to assume his post immediately. Though this was merely standard protocol, since he had been promoted, there was nothing improper about familiarizing himself with the duties right away.

What was happening? Hearing the cries of alarm echoing from the City Lord’s Mansion below, Wei Shenghai, who had been on the verge of attacking again, suddenly froze. The "Brother Hu" mentioned by the Bintie City guards was Hu Chuxun, his trusted lieutenant who had been by his side for a decade since he first ventured into the martial arts world.

But when the hurricane dissipated, Xing Jue was astonished to find that he had not returned to the grand hall as he had imagined, but was instead standing in a vast, white space.

Master Zhang’s self-confidence was teetering on the brink of collapse. When he first heard about the negotiations, he had intended to make exorbitant demands, but now, he suddenly realized that simply managing to survive would be a stroke of luck.

"Bang!" Just then, Xing Jue suddenly felt another sharp pain in his back, and he fell to the ground once more.

The Immortal Couple of the Clouds and that peculiar bald man—these three gave him the impression that even at his peak, he would have had to be cautious, let alone now, while he remained severely injured with half his primordial spirit lost and his cultivation base dropped from Great Perfection to the mid-stage of Shattering Nirvana.

Li Feng kept completely silent about the matter of the Universe War. He knew full well that, given Zhou Zhi’s personality, she would never believe him, and this would serve as his crucial bargaining chip for the bodyguard exchange.

"If there are no issues with these, then it must be that the spiritual power used to suppress this Dao talisman is insufficient. The initial estimates were a bit off."

Compared to Huang Qiangu, Qi Hunchen was clearly in a more wretched state. Each phantom of an ancient demon represented one of his arms. In an instant, the light from the paper sword, carrying a destructive aura, slashed down from the sky, shredding countless ancient demon phantoms and arms alike.

Regarding the first two, having developed ZZCN, he felt this was simply transplanting the "find friends" mode of websites into software, though this approach was indeed an innovation.

"All right, give me a moment. I’ll go change my clothes, don't be in such a rush!" Wang Man agreed without a moment’s hesitation.

It was precisely at this moment that Dugu Yuyun noticed Zhang Chen’s spiritual energy converging at his brow, and he couldn't help but cry out.

After several long minutes, the pain in his brain subsided, and Shen Yi’s mind was filled with all the fundamental knowledge of cultivation.

This was not just because he wanted to win the bet with numbers, but because he had truly come to see himself as an ambulance driver, a medical professional. This was his duty, the work he was meant to do.

"It’s alright, just tell me whatever you saw," Luka said, pulling up a chair for him to sit.

Hidden within the bloodline of gods and demons lay immense power and infinite potential. Even if Jiang Tianchen did not cultivate, the bloodline would awaken time and again, and each awakening would inevitably elevate his strength.

Upon seeing the message, Shen Yuan immediately tossed his phone aside and leapt off the sofa. He didn't even have time to pull off the blanket wrapped around him as he sprinted toward the door.

One minute passed, then two, then five. By the time the people on the platform had mostly dispersed, Miyazaki Yuzuru still had not seen Sakurajima Mai.

But after all, he was the head of a sect; the depth of his internal energy was not something the ordinary disciples of the Tang Sect could compare to. Encountering the obstruction, he immediately intensified the circulation of his energy, instantly breaking through the toxins and swatting all the flying insects to the ground.