Chapter 191: Chapter Sixteen: King Solomon

Deng Ken swung his sword and slashed down!

Gilgamesh before him had nearly lost all capacity to resist; had he thrown everything into escape, he might still have had a chance—but this arrogant, ignorant Hero-King’s will had been shattered by Deng Ken, his face ashen, his lifelong arrogance and pride now devouring him from within like a curse.

With this strike, Gilgamesh would be split clean in two.

But just then—

And those greedy, heartless servants, who had always been selfish and cruel, wailed and wept as they frantically gathered their belongings, ready to flee.

The Mad Scholar laughed: “You can tell them—I slipped away while they were stripping off their clothes, swaying left and right. As for your laughable so-called stealth arts, I don’t give a damn.” With that, the Mad Scholar burst into long-overdue laughter.

Seeing Aman’s distress, Shen Feng asked curiously: “What’s going on?” He thought—if even Li Tian couldn’t handle it, this must be something monumental—and he leaned in, ears straining.

“Cough, cough!” Liu Liangxiang cleared her throat and turned away; soon after, everyone else turned as well, wisely avoiding the moment.

Lan Xi quickly agreed, but noticed the Consort Hua’s envy in her eyes—and silently felt pity for her.

As I pondered, a sudden rustling stirred in the forest ahead; a chilly wind swept through, and even in broad daylight, an eerie atmosphere arose.

Seeing the gatekeeper unmoved by bribes or threats, and daring not to strike for fear Li Mu would kill him with a single palm, he angrily flung his head away.

Shen Feng then carefully inquired about the teleportation arrays. The Divine Altar had placed them deep within desolate forests, requiring special methods to activate—no wonder Li Tian had searched for so long without finding the Altar’s hideout.

He knew well: the pirate ship approaching from behind carried warriors equal in strength to junior generals.

“Xuan Lan, don’t be afraid—everything before was just a dream, not real. I never said I’d abandon you. You’re my best friend. If I could, I’d be your sister—we’ll be family. I will never leave you behind.” Hua Shangxue, seeing Xuan Lan’s state, felt overwhelming guilt.

“I’ve chased you like a stray dog until I grew tired of it! I specially sent men to stop you! Well? How do you like my gift?” Zhang Zhijie smiled sweetly.

Seeing this, my heart leapt with joy—if Tongtian Daozu still lives, I can hold this city.

“So rich!” Fang Cheng looked down at the army of spirits beneath his feet, shook his head, and sighed bitterly.

Lü Longling blushed deeply, bit her lip gently, walked onto the stage, glanced around the crowd, then fixed her gaze on me.

Watching Jiang Tian, who had summoned the Seventh-Tier Outer Realm’s Seventy-Two Supreme Thrones—the Throne of the Law Emperor.

“Why is this place called the First Gate?” I asked after the Fat Man and Rongrong’s farce ended.

“They say the Invincible Blade God’s swordplay is peerless, but his temperament is eccentric—today I see it’s true. Even facing my Tianchi Twelve Killers, you still act like this? You truly don’t know what ‘death’ means! Speak! Did you kill this dog-king?” Tong Huang glared at Fang Cheng and barked.

Here, besides the top Qiangzhe from each continent of the Sixth Heaven, there were also figures who had descended from the Seventh and Eighth Heavens.

So the place the Baixiaosheng Q&A Hall told me about must be the node leading to the Temporal Chaos—but if the Zisheng Palace exists within the Temporal Chaos, why not just enter it directly? Why go to the Western Crossing Mountains?

Liu Long remained silent; before Li Nan now, he had nothing but the right to bow—no right to speak.