Chapter 177

Zhao Ruijin left, but not to see his mother—he needed to see his father first.

He hoped his father would accompany him back to meet his mother.

Since his death, his mother's mind has been broken; she's been dazed and wandering all day, and if not for his grandmother constantly watching over her, she would have killed herself long ago.

"She's like a fool…"

Zhao Ruijin said this about his mother.

"I never blamed him—it was all my own fault." Zhao Ruijin

He walked into the hotel; the vast hall of four to five thousand square meters was already slightly crowded. These days, nothing stirred the heart more than escaping the race for fame and fortune.

"You must still do your best to find him—if the Righteous Alliance finds him first, mobilize the entire sect's strength, even if we have to snatch him away by force," Qian Yuyan said, her voice suddenly rising with emotion.

Zhong Weijie had chosen for her a high-end fur coat; the deep pink accentuated her noble elegance, while the new design avoided all clichés.

With this matter settled, there was no need to linger—he decided to return immediately to the 【League of Heroes Headquarters】.

One li north, northeast, and east of the Crystal Nexus stood three blue crystal outposts, each with a defensive turret.

At this thought, golden light flashed in his eyes as he turned toward Qiu Daoren—no illusion could escape his gaze.

A thick spray of blood burst from his mouth; his mighty body reeled as if struck by a wild ox, flying backward and crashing hard into the two guards behind him.

A fragile corner deep within his heart was struck hard; Chen Yu nearly heard the muffled crack of his heart pierced by shards. If he had been like her during his mother's final moments, he might have become just like her—no, worse than her.

"You're not worthy to die by my hand—get out!" Huang Tian spat in disgust; he wouldn't kill Old Lin now—that would be an honor too great for Old Lin.

With the power of a sniper rifle, the magazine capacity of a machine gun, and the grenades of a rocket launcher—all concentrated in a single assault rifle—the effect was terrifying.

Shen Qing was still chattering on, but before she could repeat herself, the boy's sudden interruption silenced her.

I jumped down from the tree and walked toward it, prodding it with my sword; once I confirmed it was dead, I exhaled deeply, and the arrows embedded in its body vanished.

The figure vanished from his sight; He An had anticipated this outcome, but hearing it spoken aloud made his heart ache.

After a moment of stunned silence, I immediately understood why they hadn't heard—it was a message left deliberately by the so-called Master Huang, the one devoured by the peach-wood insect, a kind of audio recording.

Li Er thought it made sense, since Kunlun was already in the Western Regions, and the Western Regions had the most cattle, sheep, and horses.

"Did I imagine that?" asked the man with very dark skin, staring in disbelief at the person beside him.

Zhuge Xicheng's anger flared the moment he heard it; he growled, "I'll crush you, you alien!" and launched a fiercer attack against Sha Shili.

Tianzong appeared careless and indifferent to everything, but in truth, his mind was meticulous and flawless; now he could already deduce that this great monk, as the sole bodyguard of a nation's crown prince, must possess extraordinary skill, his martial realm at its absolute peak.

I had assumed this was the only reasonable explanation, but Qin Yunjian shook his head and denied it; he no longer hid behind riddles, revealing plainly: "You've never seen that gourd with your own eyes, so you don't understand its secrets. No one who hasn't ascended to the next realm could perceive its mystery."

Chu Ning stepped onto the stage calmly; being watched by dozens of eyes was undeniably stressful—but it was Chu Ning standing there, so the pressure became negligible.

Ye Chan Yi never bothered with tasks that yielded no reward; she had no intention of wasting words on Ye Qingyan.