Chapter 129

Endless yin souls converged, turning Chen Ye's surroundings into a domain of death.

This death qi had grown so thick that mortals could not approach; even slight contact would bring grave illness, and a single misstep could mean sudden death.

But Chen Ye felt nothing, continuing to softly recite the Sutra of Rebirth, guiding all the nearby spirits into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

These spirits seemed to know Chen Ye was liberating them, obediently circling him in orderly queues as they entered the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

"What, held up by a beauty?" Rong Yan laughed, sitting across from Liang Yi; the two seemed very familiar.

The old dog spat blood upon seeing this, his eyes turning utterly crimson as he roared wildly.

Indeed, moments later, Young Master Xi's figure emerged from the black energy, his face slightly pale.

Zhou Bingyi's heart sank, yet he could not refute Hu Jing—Liang Qiyuan was truly capable of such a thing.

Seeing the ice-phoenix longsword hurtling down from the sky, even he would have to expend every ounce of strength to block it.

Now it seemed to him… Changsheng had done right; their soul-essences were entangled, so naturally it should be his side that suffered.

Amid this roar, not only the squad members burned with blood and passion, but even the warrior attendants piloting the warship felt unprecedented excitement.

At this moment, everyone truly understood why the Li family valued Li Miaofu so greatly, even hosting such a grand celebration for her.

After the additions of Shawn Marion and Al Horford, the Atlanta Hawks' frontcourt depth and strength became astonishing. This team's operational philosophy was never about winning championships—they ensured roster stability, achieved solid results, and maintained profitability.

Moreover, as a ghost, one cannot endure sunlight and is hunted and exterminated by spirit-slayers; too many uncertainties exist.

Star's eyes welled with tears: "We have a divine artifact." Divine artifact quests were naturally nearly impossible tasks—the first two were simple, so the third was bound to be hard.

The more I listened, the more absurd it sounded—I never imagined so many ghosts lurked underground, enough to disturb the nation's fate.

Upon mention of Dao Wuji, Ke Yunshang became intensely attentive—he was always ready for revenge—and hearing Gu Ming's plans, he immediately transmitted his voice to join the discussion.

At this moment, he sat beside, pouring tea for Old Shopkeeper Li while idly chatting with him, yet internally pondering: after all, he still had some connections—if things truly went awry, he could always spend more money; at the very least, ensuring the Li family's safety was achievable.

But to stand out among the top teams from the ten regional zones in the national finals and secure LSPL's direct promotion qualification was beyond his strength.

Wang Qifang paused, honestly speaking, she had once had some rapport with Li Jingtian—she had even saved his life—but their relationship had always remained a mutually exploitative partnership, with no overly intimate gestures or words.

When all this finally settled, golden radiance suddenly emerged from the ruins, gradually coalescing into one point; Gu Ming, seeing this, could not help but let out a bitter laugh.

Ye Luo, meanwhile, stared at his new ID and grinned foolishly for over ten minutes before reluctantly logging off.

When the memory of that unforgettable moment with Wang Qifang surfaced in her mind, her heart ached sharply. Wang Qifang smiled bitterly, rubbing her heavy chest, forcing herself to suppress the pain and sorrow belonging to Wang Qifang.

Wang Jinyu froze for a moment—perhaps the day's progress had been too smooth, causing him to overlook the Zhao family's existence.

Tang Luoluo had, even in such a moment, already forgiven Gu Qianmo, this man.

Xia Wei was utterly confused, unable to grasp her meaning—what did she need to tell Xia Wei?