Chapter 87

He knew that after these three died, the Zhao family would never notify their clan—because if they dared to inform the clan, the clan would surely spare them.

Upon hearing these words, everyone's expressions darkened; the joy they had felt moments ago vanished completely.

A cold snort echoed as silver flames erupted into the air, instantly burning his long black hair to ashes—but more black hair rose from the sea of blood, transforming into endless seaweed that swayed and swiftly curled toward Ye Xuanfu.

"Hey, stop being dramatic and get a nurse to pull out my IV!" Ye Liangchen suddenly noticed the IV bag was nearly empty and shouted urgently.

Tan Shen, of course, refused to back down; he immediately adopted a stable horse stance, ready to face this insolent old man.

Ouyang Jue's expression was slightly unnatural, but he still placed his piece with a sharp "click" on the point Li Yun had cleared.

Such elite superiors, if they joined any faction, might gain protection—but would inevitably face assassination or seduction by rival forces; if they refused to join any side, they'd trigger coordinated assassinations from multiple factions—it's better to destroy what I cannot have.

"Do you believe we should do something about this?" Zhu Jishi and Guo Xiyuan had no doubt about Zhang Chu's judgment—they only wanted to know what Zhang Chu planned to do next.

This moon could be said to form a twin star system with the Xuanling World, orbiting it continuously while also revolving around the sun—a common trait among many moons, for in essence, it is merely a satellite of the Xuanling World.

Wang Chengen reluctantly stepped aside; he knew no one here would listen to him, and since Zhang Chu had spoken, the soldiers would carry out the order without hesitation.

Su Qi burst into laughter upon hearing this and said, "Little cousin, you're wrong—do you know who hasn't arrived tonight?"

To be honest, Chen Xu hadn't expected Zhao Jingwen to suddenly say something like that—it left him both startled and slightly embarrassed; he looked at Zhao Jingwen, still looking down as she peeled the apple, unsure what to say.

The golden morning sun bathed the mortal world; a ray pierced through gaps in the leaves, streaming onto the windowsill, awakening the slumbering earth and sounding the call to rise for a new day.

"Brilliant." Wu Peng's eyes gleamed; he had already approved Wu Peng's plan. The final outcome of Huanmeng Feixue was understood by all—though Wu Peng nominally claimed to be the guardian beast, in truth, it came down to strength; whoever claimed it would become the new ruler of the Western Sea.

Fang Jin raised his hand slightly, gesturing for Su Huai to sit, and said, "But according to what I know, this person came only to steal medicine and won't harm Huasheng Island."

"Hey, buddy, aren't you scared of this mountain? How long will it take us to drive to the base?" I asked curiously.

Most residents here were high-ranking officials; the security system was extremely reliable—no one would be idle enough to do such a thing, let alone here being the mayor's home—who would dare throw bricks at the mayor's windows?

"Li Changqing was thrown into the Heavenly Prison of Duanhun Peak for causing chaos in the Underworld," said Daozhang Lingyang.

This was why Cheng Shuai feared the person constantly watching him might discover his hidden stash and strike him down—after all, just getting the five million yuan reward would be enough to secure his livelihood for the rest of his life.

Looking at Zhang Jin's heartbroken expression now, if I didn't know him so well, I'd believe him—he's got the best acting skills ever.

Borrowing money from relatives and friends once or twice was fine, but over time, even the deepest familial bonds would wear thin, so the couple decided to mortgage their house.

"Dantai Yiling"'s pale hands formed a circle, and a black seal appeared at its center; boundless black qi surged around her, faintly swirling into a vortex.

Upon leaving, he not only released the souls of all villagers trapped in the mirror, but even granted Taromaru a crystal condensed with demonic power.

But this uncle had the vibe of, "I say I won't blink at sandalwood—you ask if my eyes are dry?"

Yet he remained calm; as a quasi-saint divine general of the Divine Realm, he was blessed with divine power granted by the Divine Emperor, capable of battling ordinary saintly divine kings.

Through brief contact and observation, Tang Yuan sensed Guan Yuntao's nature wasn't evil—he was simply spoiled rotten by his family, which had shaped his arrogant and domineering personality.

"Although Xinwen is accurate, all these people have been He Sheng's subordinates for years; saying they're loyal to He Sheng isn't much of a lie—they haven't done anything truly evil, and their hearts aren't particularly wicked," said Shanke Dao Ren.

But the Supreme of the Dao Realm knew that if the Chaotic Martial Ancestor wished to meet him, now was the perfect moment.

Inside the temple, something strange occurred—countless black tentacles erupted violently! Both men's expressions changed; instantly, starlight blazed and thunderfire rained down, repelling the tentacles and reducing the temple to rubble.

If he told this uncle the truth about his situation, the uncle would probably think he'd hit his head and lost his mind.