Chapter 456: All Three Methods Prepared, Ancestral Master Roasted by Fire

As a demon lord, Su Lou understood human nature; he saw the estrangement in his mother’s and sister’s eyes—he had gone too far, unbearable even. Qin Yu and Deng Rong knelt, begging for mercy, their gazes fixed on Su Lou with terror, as if staring at a final boss.

Though the shopkeeper had not accepted the man’s bribe, he was a shrewd businessman and had already realized these people were the man’s enemies. If he betrayed the man and his companions, his shop would surely descend into bloodshed—scaring away customers and leaving his establishment smashed to rubble.

“Uh, Youla Youqi, I don’t have that either,” Su He sincerely lied.

Su Lou turned to Old K, who shuddered involuntarily; Su Lou’s eyes filled him with dread—like the eyes of the dead, utterly devoid of emotion, more terrifying than any criminal Old K had ever seen.

When Su Zhe entered, the sharp-eyed attendants immediately noticed the identification tag he carried.

Seeing the evolved star pirates vanish into the bushes with a few erratic leaps, Gong Chenxi frowned, fell silent for a long while, then slid her fingers slightly, retracting the energy blade into her glove.

Taiyang Huoyan glanced at Gu Liang, then said not a word, drifting straight toward another direction.

Su He raised an eyebrow and accepted outright—after all, accompanying a beast was not a bad option.

Zhang Xujing’s face changed; he felt as if wrestling with metal and iron, his arms numbed, his blood surging violently. Had his qi not held him together, half his arm would have turned to pulp, yet his opponent remained utterly unmoved.

The half-dead bandits spoke up: “We built this road ourselves, planted these trees with our own hands, maintained them until carts could pass—what’s wrong with charging a toll?”

After searching all day, he finally spotted the golden planet on the radar screen; Kuang Dan ordered the flagship to fly toward it.

Arriving at the center, the four stared at each other in silence, yet the atmosphere of fury grew ever stronger.

It was already 2008. The tide of commercialization rolled on, wave after wave, but Jia Zhangke, the filmmaker, retained a uniquely independent spirit—firmly refusing to compromise with commercial cinema, still crafting his own stories within his own boundaries.

Lei Xiaoya’s hopeful gaze began to fade; she noticed the once-tender curve of Shu Zijuan’s lips now twisted into a mocking smile. She knew she had erred—irrevocably.

The old man could no longer sit still; he kicked open Han Jing’s door with his aunt and prepared to smash through the secret chamber’s entrance mechanism by force.

A flash of light—Sun Sheng felt solid ground beneath his feet. They had truly entered the Ancient Holy Academy—and had done so effortlessly, without incident.

Lu Fan, hiding behind the stone coffin and watching, sensed the tense atmosphere—and felt his arm tighten. He turned to see Zi Ning, pale-faced with fear, gripping his arm from behind.

Where Wu Lingdi had gone, Sun Sheng did not know; nor could he think of it now—he was enduring pain beyond human endurance.

The calmer Zuo Feng spoke, the greater the shock to Teng Fang and Linlang; Zuo Feng could clearly sense Linlang drawing a sharp breath, as if the air before him had turned to vacuum. Teng Fang’s agitation, too, was unmistakable through the trembling of the soul seed.

Wang Shihua behind the screen smiled: “To use the tactic of striking first, then pulling back—Zhang Cuiyun has truly inherited her family’s wisdom. The rest need not be feared.”

Zhang Qing had waited so long his hair nearly turned white; unable to forge his body, unable to strengthen his qi, he was driven mad with frustration.

“You say mortals are like ants?” Sui Yue spat blood under Chao Bai’s assault, and again, Hua Qiu was split open by Chao Bai’s sword qi.

This was utterly unbelievable—Jiang Bai had begun laying out such a grand scheme so early?

Chu Chao received a call from Teacher Li, asking him to go to the school’s general office to fill out an application form—to register through the sports school channel and secure special eligibility for the competition.

In truth, his build was as short and stout as Manager Xie’s—unsuitable for such attire—but he didn’t know it.

Before entering, Chu Yang, in his haste, failed to notice everyone’s expressions—wasted opportunity.

Yet he recalled how emperors like Sui Yangdi and Song Taizu had been trapped at the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm, unable to break through to Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm.

He deduced that Haen High’s first murder was likely accidental—a crime of passion, poorly prepared.

Many in town knew Song Haiyang, especially Pan Dongcheng’s parents, who immediately gathered people with hoes to smash the big truck.

Their eyes met; Ye Junyuan looked at her, his gaze softening, a faint, gentle smile slowly forming at his lips.

A milky white glow enveloped him, but now the milky white was no longer pure—it carried a faint tinge of blue-green.

The old physician sighed helplessly; the Xu Clan was not among the great families of Qinglian Continent, yet they held a place in all three thousand spiritual realms.

Actually, over two years ago, Xu Zhen had already grown suspicious of Lisa from subtle signs and secretly sent people to investigate—but found nothing, assuming he was overly sensitive. He merely became more cautious afterward, without taking special precautions—until Luo Sheng accidentally overheard Lisa’s conversation with Su Zhentao.