Chapter 240: The Woman

Under the setting sun.

Cao Sheng drove his BMW slowly along the Binjiang Road, both front windows rolled all the way down, letting the cool evening breeze flow into the car.

He wasn't in a hurry to shop or eat dinner; he wanted to take a leisurely drive along the Binjiang Road while it was still light.

Staying cooped up in the villa writing and practicing fist techniques was pretty boring.

Occasionally stepping out for some fresh air was a rare relaxation for him.

Xia Tian was caught off guard because Han Jinzhen meant to kill him instantly—he slid backward, and at that moment, Du Xiaoyu and Bai Feng immediately vacated his position.

"You're the last person who'd ever think of suicide—if your secret stash of cash is still safe, I guarantee you won't dare die," Ruishui replied with disdain.

"If I can go back, I'll tear that traitor apart limb from limb," came the words from Lao Long's clenched teeth—they had ended up in this mess entirely because the traitor had led them into a trap.

Yang Li swept his hand forward, and a massive shield formed in the air. The blood arrow struck the shield with a hissing sound; within the black blood lay a deadly corrosive force.

As the previous host said, the highest rank in League of Legends is Supreme King—once you reach this tier, it means you've reached the absolute pinnacle.

The saying goes that impulse is the devil, yet sometimes people knowingly choose to become the devil.

"What's up?" Bai Feng answered the call, puzzled—he and Yue Bai Feng weren't particularly close; why would he call at this hour?

The black fox unceremoniously pulled up a chair and sat beside her: "I'd need two more pairs of balls than Xiu to dare kill me. If a Grand Duke of Feng died in the General's mansion of Wei, that'd be quite the spectacle."

Fog often rolled in from the mountains; here it was thick—beyond five steps, you couldn't see a soul. I gripped Old Lady Li's arm tightly. Whether it was an illusion or not, I always felt someone was walking through the dense mist.

Lin Yi's voice was firm, decisive as a cleaver splitting iron—he paid no mind to the fat man and the dozen others across from him.

Ling Yu and Jing Yubing talked for a long time in the shop; Jing Yubing agreed to help Ling Yu get everything he needed—tools, equipment, licenses, all of it.

Seeing Su Qi still the same as ever brought some comfort to Lao Liu—the brothers were slowly reuniting.

In truth, he was deeply lonely—even with family and the vast Great Qin Heavenly Court—he carried many things inside him he could never speak of.

So he said it deliberately, to make Vice Prefect Shen hesitate and avoid striking a real blow.

"That's right—only we're allowed to hit you, you're not allowed to hit us," the other old men barked cunningly.

There was also Yangmei Daoist, many believed he attained the Dao before Hongjun, though this legend was not orthodox.

After the puppet technique failed, Liu Yifeng retracted his shadow. Plus, since the two had been so close, Kuang Zhongtian hadn't noticed the shadow.

The six old men pushed together—but at that moment, Lin Feiyang placed his hands on Xiao Cheng and Meng Shiqi's backs.

Like a chain reaction, after the first cultivator died, everyone began unleashing their full force, gradually forgetting the Golden-Winged Great Peng in the center, focused only on wiping out their enemies first. Naturally, gaps began appearing in the chaotic battlefield.

He chanted an Incantation to restore the environment to its original state, then retreated into his bedroom.

Lin Feng rarely called Feng Renyao "Shao Sect"; now, for Xiao Lan, he had no choice but to address him as such, hoping to leave a good impression on Feng Yuan.

Inside the system palace, clouds filled every corner; the eight coiled dragon pillars now loomed even larger, standing straight like pillars holding up the sea, their carved dragons snarling fiercely as if alive.