Chapter 123

BOOM!

Deng Ken’s figure hovered off the ground; on the projection screen, beside his original mana bar, a new magic bar appeared.

——Divine Power (Chosen Template): Avalor Faith, Su Lisi’s Chosen, Blessing of the Valkyrie, Favor of the Norse Pantheon.

The divine power segments stacked layer upon layer, eventually exceeding his own mana bar by several times.

Ge Wanu’s expression grew grim; his gaze shifted from Su Lisi.

Days passed one by one; seeing this dragging on was no solution—either way, death was certain, so better to die early and be done with it. That day, I picked up the phone and called Da Long.

Zhu Zhengming raised an eyebrow; this young man’s behavior was excessively arrogant. Yet in his memory, no one in Nanjing City—not even the imperial princes—had dared to be so brazen in his presence, and the two princes had always been courteous to him.

Descending along the high ravine, a group of riders moved lightly toward the distance—some twenty men, over twenty horses, over twenty swords.

I still remember the events when I and Yu Jing stormed the Azure Dragon Gang; the gang lay southwest of Jiulong, about dozens of kilometers away.

Now it seemed his efforts had not been in vain—the Japanese planes had indeed been lured here. All preparations were complete; now came the real fight, and Yu Mingren was not worried.

“We’re from the Mercenary Guild. This is our vice-chairman. We’ve come to establish a branch here; please register your names,” the mercenary stated his purpose outright.

A Dai looked up, eyes filled with tears, staring at Bei Bei, choking out his name, “Bei Bei~ Bei Bei~” but could not utter a single word.

Seeing it was just dawn, I lay down on the “bed” to rest, planning to meet Qin Tian in the southern forest at night. To avoid suspicion, I must leave the Yuren tribe by noon.

He had never thought of this method before, but recalling his initial journey with Wei Yan to find Ghost Spirit Mountain, Pu Yu Zi had claimed he was going to restore Da Ji’s beauty.

Five Chen Family soldiers guarded outside; should any Yellow Sand Python approach, they killed without mercy—indeed, their presence saved much trouble.

After they left Heizhou, the city’s situation subtly shifted again: the imperial troops previously blinded by Huang Er Daye’s poison mist regained their senses. As time passed, they eventually retook control of Heizhou’s situation—for now, we leave it there.

“What else can we do? Many have already been captured and never returned. Everyone knows what happened to them. We’ll die here anyway—better to fight them. Even tigers must lose two teeth.”

For this threat, Xiao Rang had no choice but to accept it. Besides, he had just defected from Lingxiao Palace and had nowhere else to go.

“Yes! We guarantee mission completion!” After Li Ningyu’s order, the entire night in the dungeon echoed with the crack of whips and piercing screams, making nearby observers shudder with dread.

“Rob them? That doesn’t seem right,” Lin Yu said, puzzled—he always followed the principle: if others don’t bother me, I won’t bother them.

“No. 9, you’ve been searching for those two bastards for over eighty years and never found them—but you’re also the one who uncovered this rebellious bloodline. Should I reward you or punish you?” The white-robed man regarded Liang Xiaolin—also known as No. 9 Xiyao—with a playful smile, saying nothing.

She was at the mercy of others; this couldn’t go on. She had to get him to release her acupoints first.

Lin Yu also sighed. Though Zheng Yong was a despicable man, his words were true: more trouble truly was better avoided.

“You bitch—you’ve harassed me time and again, and now you dare to frame my friend using the Demon Clan incident! Do you really think I won’t dare touch you!” Ye Feng seized Huang Lishui, dragging her close, teeth clenched.