Chapter 126: The Immortal! The Fallen Deity! (140,000 Subscription Bonus Chapter)

Within the dimensional space.

Deng Ken had acquired so many combat arts, yet this was the first time he gained a life skill through his divine office; he felt as if he’d received a new toy and couldn’t resist carving statues of the Crow Queen-Telis, Aniya, and the Guardian Fairies.

At that moment, footsteps approached; the Crow Queen-Telis stared in astonishment at her lifelike statue and asked, “When did you acquire such exquisite carving skills?”

Crow Queen

Mu Xue returned; Xiao Yao’s heart gave a slight twitch. After defeating Mu Yi, he had anticipated Mu Xue’s return and had pondered how to face her again—but after much thought, he still found no answer.

A cold snort not only scattered the disciple’s internal Qi, causing him to lose his breath and crash from mid-leap to the ground, but also sealed several major acupoints, turning him into a lamb awaiting slaughter.

Over five hundred ships were a vast number; the thousand-household official had already fled a kilometer away; the fleet looked like a large clump of leaves floating on the canal.

Dragon Realm, a supreme continent within heaven and earth, also known as the Supreme Continent—just from the name, one could understand why Dragon Realm earned its status as the Supreme Continent.

“That’s good. If he bullies you, tell me—I’ll find someone to deal with him,” Meng Xinyang said with confidence.

By the end of Chen hour, Yerqiang appeared within the sight of the Dragon Cavalry; Abudou La’en then ordered his exhausted troops, worn out from a night of relentless galloping, to rest on the spot.

She must have finally cooled down—Wu Yuqin’s face was pale and bluish. I was puzzled: yesterday’s journey had been entirely group-based, with no one leaving alone, yet this had happened—truly incomprehensible.

The gray gas coiled like a serpent around the icy sword light; in Kong Xuan’s startled gaze, the limp, seemingly powerless gray gas did nothing at all—yet the ring-shaped sword light he had slashed shattered inch by inch, dissolving into specks of icy light that vanished into the air.

Kong Xuan passed through the memorial archway and ascended the jade steps one by one. Wondrous celestial scenes lined both sides of the jade stairs, yet Kong Xuan did not glance at them once—he kept his head down, climbing. After ascending three thousand steps, he finally reached the White Jade Palace.

That sword strike, moments later, struck the Asura demon shadow without mercy, unleashing its piercing, overwhelming might.

“Damn… If I’d known she’d call, I’d have donated fifty percent too…” Wu Junliang looked as if he’d missed some monumental life event, his expression filled with regret.

“That’s how postpartum confinement works… If you want to do something, just have Shi Yue do it for you,” Yan Muchen’s voice was unusually gentle.

“I must bring this matter forward—it’s not just an insult to Yan Manqi, it’s a contempt for me, Chen Xiang!” He slammed his fist on the table.

Qin Feng had infiltrated the Martial Alliance for nearly a decade, nearly becoming a Gold Medal Elder, with extensive connections and considerable power.

Wu Fa and Wu Tian saw the city gate open; first they were startled, then immediately shouted to Chen Xuan.

She didn’t notice anything unusual inside the room, set the wooden tub on the ground, and turned to close the door.

They left behind only a token, saying it would be used for future family recognition; they had assumed no one would ever come looking after so many years—yet now it happened so suddenly.

We returned to the gallery; I reported to Grandpa all I’d gained from my trip to Beijing and excitedly shared my ideas—he praised me highly.

A faint smirk curled his lips, cold and cruel; as his foot lifted again, Xiao Ting scrambled away with astonishing speed, rolling herself to the side.

Li Li’s words made my heart tighten—I knew full well the Shen family would never give up so easily, nor let Zhang Qi’s Zhang clan walk away unscathed.