Chapter 151: The Dragon Worship Sect

The power of the dimensional space is extremely strong.

The mortal bodies it captures are not all in the same cosmic dimension; some worlds are normal, some are unfinished construction sites, and others are even worse—cesspools.

Deng Ken now found himself in an unfinished construction site, but at least it wasn’t a cesspool, or he’d have had no choice but to blow it up.

An unfinished construction site, then.

You can patch it up and keep living in it, but that’s the job of a true deity—no doubt about it.

The lions’ roars surged into the sky like flames devouring the heavens, sweeping across the boundless desert, leaving everyone trembling in terror.

“Car accident?” Xika was stunned; he’d long heard Wu Yanqing was a terrible driver—last time he took Yun’er to Busan, he nearly sent her straight to heaven.

The Nets’ passing wasn’t as bad as expected; their players sometimes actually looked like they knew what they were doing on offense. And then there was this young coach he’d never interacted with up close before.

Ji Chang moved at such a snail’s pace—how could he ever get far? Before he even left Chaoge, he was caught up by cavalry led by Chao Tian and Chao Cuo.

The helicopter, meanwhile, spun wildly in the sky like a drunken bird.

This was Wang Bin, one of the Three Excellencies of the court, commander of Jin’s military forces, a famed minister; though he appeared illustrious before others, he looked plain and upright, not lavish at all.

“The Duke has no such authority,” Midia said, pulling her hood back on; before leaving, she remembered to pick up the clay pot.

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the police car led the way, clearing a path without obstruction; the group arrived at the old house.

These extra twelve shots came from Sun Dahei’s offensive rebounds, creating second-chance opportunities! Twelve shots meant twelve scoring chances—the Knights’ fifteen-point deficit now had a clear explanation.

At this moment, Wang Siyan remained silent, listening quietly to Murong Hua’s furious roars; but what exactly was shouted, Wang Siyan didn’t hear—he was lost in thought. Suddenly, amidst the roaring, a clear, bell-like sound rose like a spring.

Because on Yang Xiao, starlight blazed even brighter; with a casual point, torrents of starlight burst from his body, coalescing into a long sword of starlight that struck Qin’s steward squarely on the shoulder.

Beyond that, he had found not a single clue about the Sun Essence Fire, and he had no intention of leaving just yet.

Moreover, he had secretly infiltrated Changsheng Pharmaceuticals’ lab and, following a formula he’d previously worked out, brewed a special potion.

But if it’s a soul wound combined with a physical injury, even half a year of bed rest might not bring improvement.

“So you’re saying True Luo’s friend sought me out to join forces and eliminate the Mochong Mother,” Lin Hao said slowly after long contemplation, his expression grave.

Seeing Director Cui’s rare serious expression, Han Yu said nothing more and left obediently.

Lei Qingrou suddenly remembered: Fang Hui was a supreme expert. Since entering the secular world, he’d endured so many upheavals that she’d forgotten this fact.

Gou Ye was also a shrewd man—otherwise, how could he have still tried to snatch some benefit at the most desperate moment?

Feng Hao was still asleep, his mind seemingly dreaming a sweet dream, a blissful smile on his lips; he gave no response to Gong Yuting’s calls.

Chen Yujiao’s current behavior had stirred unrest among the martial artists present; some were already pointing and whispering at Chen Guanlin.

At his words, Lan Siqi’s face flushed faintly with shy embarrassment; she slowly released Chen Hao’s arm and stood aside, head bowed in silence. Chen Hao cleared his throat awkwardly and said, “Qi’er, this is a senior elder from Changhe Sword Sect.”

After much thought, Yang Tianming didn’t know whether it was fate or coincidence, but he had clearly weighed the advantages and disadvantages of the matter.