Chapter 112

Lu Chen, who was fully immersed in cultivation, attempting to break through to the Ninth-Level Fengqian Realm, suddenly sensed disturbances in the inner rock walls of Huoyun Mountain above him. Intrigued, he paused his cultivation, lifted his head, and released his Nascent Soul perception—realizing many cultivators were hastily fleeing the volcano.

This retaliation had finally reached a satisfactory conclusion. Wu Shigong let out a long breath of relief. But now, the ruthless reputation of the Runing Army had spread thoroughly throughout Henan.

A dozen or so White-Headed Vulture Kings were also highly alert; sensing danger, they flapped their wings and flew away, yet did not go far—instead perching on distant hilltops to watch.

The black-clad man silently cried within: It must be the middle sword shadow that’s real—it must be!

As someone of the same social tier as Xiao Shiji, Du Hengshuang deeply understood Xiao Shiji’s fury and helplessness. Their two families had once been two perfect households; now, both were shattered, their members scattered across the world. In the end, wasn’t it all because those in power treated human lives as worthless?

Chen Chu did not disturb Yang Qing. He had Hao Bing prepare the men, then entered the Illusion Realm’s Dry Pool to wait for him.

“Die…” Lu Chen’s rage ignited. He gave Nan Ming no chance—his hands snapped apart, and the colossal black dragon tore Nan Ming’s blue flame dragon into two halves.

This district drew intense envy, and naturally, troublemakers came often. But the five gangs’ solid foundations, combined with the collusion between Ji Gu Yun and several other major regions that also controlled vast territories and monopolized resources, ensured this place remained firmly under his control—for now.

Seeing Yun Ye’s confident expression, Yue Daoqing was overjoyed—but when he heard the words “Illusion Sea Coral,” not only he, but everyone who heard it froze in surprise.

In truth, Liao Fan was slightly stunned by his perceptiveness. Years of special forces training had given him above-average awareness, but since his ability awakened, this sensitivity had grown even sharper.

The Martial Emperor transformed into his true form: a rhinoceros resembling a unicorn. He let out a low roar, crouched on the ground, utterly immobilized.

Simultaneously, another thirty-story building stood opposite, jutting abruptly from the ruins of Dongzhou Prefecture, still smoldering from war. It didn’t look like a pitchfork stuck in a pile of rotten fish—it looked more like a monument marking a traitor to the Federation.

Xu Feiyue studied the map for a while and realized this location was identical to the place where the abbot of Feiyun Temple was trapped.

“Long live! Our lord is a heavenly god!” The youths were instantly awed, shouting in unison and kneeling en masse.

Trial? Hah. You can try all you want—but if you think you can gain some advantage, sorry, you’ve come to the wrong place. My gaze turned icy, and even Li Yuanyu felt my fury—he gave me a strange look.

At this moment, he radiated a surging aura of killing intent—clearly, being sucked into the gourd had enraged him completely.

A true immortal who had endured the thunder tribulation and achieved eternal life. Moreover, in the Immortal Realm, he had once been a famed powerhouse, his strength terrifyingly immense.

“Wife, drink the bloodwater first—don’t keep it too long. Save the clear water for last.” Seeing his wife only now take out the clear water after receiving his approval, Di Qiu urgently called out to stop her.

Recalling this, a sweet smile curled her lips as she gazed tenderly up at him.

The two were locked in a bitter battle, their tempers flaring—qi surged violently, and both began spitting blood in large gulps.

Guan Gu pulled his keys from his damp pant pocket, unlocking the door while speaking up for the suspicious middle-aged man.

The stall where the sharp-faced man was selecting raw jade was only about ten meters away. Chen Rui had deliberately raised his voice—he heard every word, and instantly turned half-dead with rage.

Ji Ciyuan blinked, glanced at Lin Manrong, who wore an unmistakably displeased expression, and suddenly felt inexplicably cheerful.

“Really? Then I won’t be polite!” Qin Lin’er laughed, her eyes curling like crescent moons—beautifully so.

After a while, the consciousness returned again. Ding Hao didn’t dare move, sinking into a brief, lifeless silence. As for Zhao Yu, the consciousness completely ignored him.

Wu Jian was the Princess’s personal attendant. Originally, the Princess hadn’t intended to bring Wu Jian to the frontier—but after Wu Jian pleaded repeatedly, she finally agreed.

Everyone assumed Lin Zhuo, even if drinking, would pour it into a cup. No one expected him to drink straight from the bottle.

Su Xu and Lin Yaxi continued chatting together. Zhao Xinxin and Nie Zhen also gathered to talk, while Zhao Yan and Huang Youran watched them from the side with complex, wistful gazes.

He thought their assault had been too easy. How could Jingcheng Palace do nothing?

Fan Haixin and Lu Daochong fell into the water; the coolness restored Lu Daochong from the sensation of weightlessness.

The Li family’s Heavenly Masters had been passed down for generations. He simply couldn’t believe Li Tai’an was truly useless.

Liao Feihua kept running forward, but no matter how far he ran, Meng Youqi’s piercing laughter always echoed in his ears.

Ning Su had lost all hope. After uttering a single “fine,” she retracted her sword and drew it across her throat.

Of the nine Blade Masters, not even a minute had passed before all their thighs had been slashed repeatedly by Tian Gou—but each time, the Snake People restored them, repositioning themselves once more between Tian Gou and Ming She.

When encountering enemies, resolve them swiftly and decisively. The longer you delay, the greater the chance of unforeseen complications.

The Celestial Fox lacked sufficient power, making it difficult to stabilize this space against such terrifying forces. Li Tai’an suspected that when he first launched his attack, similar traces had appeared—but since he hadn’t paid attention, he’d missed them.

Du Cheng squinted, his eyes darting back and forth, filled with curiosity—as if a thought had just formed.

The next day, Su Qin, too excited to sleep, rose early from bed, prepared breakfast, and prepared to step outside.