Chapter 101

But Zhang Ruotong had no idea that, deep in Lin Weiyan’s heart, she wished Momo and Erbao would die right now.

Chen Yaoxiang noticed unfamiliar security patrols at the gate and sent a message to Jiang Xing to confirm if they were their people.

Lu Shenxing’s temple twitched; he took a deep breath and told himself: this is my own flesh and blood, this is my own flesh and blood.

Its hind legs slammed down violently; its massive body—weighing hundreds of tons—shot into the air with astonishing speed, and the meter-long horn on its forehead surged with raw energy, completely engulfed by blinding white lightning.

Against the glitter of the jewels, the wrinkles on her face grew even more pronounced, giving her an appearance of decrepit old age.

After about an hour, Ning Changfeng finally opened his eyes and began refining his second pill.

Her face was pale, her hair disheveled, yet she showed no trace of disorder—only a fragile, delicate beauty as if she could not bear the weight of her own gown.

Within ten days, if anyone challenges him, he will not challenge anyone else for the next ten days.

“The dials of the Temporal Divine Palace represent the laws governing the Chaos World,” Du Yueyue muttered, pulling her neck in. “They say they were forged from the flesh and blood of countless lives—this feeling is truly eerie.”

Whether it’s Chen Xu, Gao Xiyang, or others who received divine legacies nurtured by celestial treasures, or those born with innate talents—they are all favorites of Heaven.

These warriors exhausted everything yet could not withstand the terrifying divine punishment; they were about to vanish into nothingness, while Chen Yu, facing an even more terrifying thunderbolt, was merely knocked off balance—suffering little damage.

“Cha, let me scrub your back,” Mu Nai Xiang said, delighted that Sakura Cha had come here herself—but Sakura Cha immediately shook her head vigorously.

Seeing the auction house owner solely focused on his “unconventional promotion,” the third young master of the Wang family grew displeased, his sword in hand, flicking it slightly.

“Who dares play tricks here? A mere middle-sized world cannot contain Old Ancestor—I can split this world in half with a single stomp!” The Life Demon God spoke boastfully, yet his hands never ceased, still reaching for the primordial spirit.

Chen Wu’s long blade flared red again, as if preparing to strike Chen Yu once more—when Feng Tianxing and Jun Zongheng stepped forward, releasing their own aura, locking their gazes on Chen Wu, ready to act the moment he moved.

The surrounding chaotic space vanished; Chen Yu found himself in a place of pure darkness—a realm that devoured even light, as if he stood within an endless, freezing black world.

Xu Ji had grown weak over the years due to his heart condition, frequently catching colds and fevers; she never dared take him out in cool weather—yet now he had given her such a surprise.

Xing Ling had gone to Qingrong Hall to find Hua Ji, and they were talking when suddenly everyone returned—Chen Ge and Zhen Heng were surrounded in the center, both with injuries, sending the maids of Qingrong Hall into screams and frantic questions.

All eyes fixed on the ten-armed monster that had appeared—its dozens-of-zhang-tall body and grotesque face delivered a visceral shock.

“Master Feng, Master Du poisoned Ning’er with ‘Heavenly Day Drunk,’” she said pitifully, as if her life hung by a thread.

Over three meters tall, its upper body remained human with a human head, but its arms had become giant crab claws, and its lower body was a scaled, half-human-tall scorpion’s torso—its glossy black carapace sent shivers down the spine.

“Brother must be starving, right? Ning’er prepared lunch for you,” she said, closing her beautiful eyes in a sweet smile.

No matter how ugly he was, he was no ordinary creature—he was a divine beast, a species so powerful that even a superhuman-level god could not capture him under normal circumstances.

Facing the killing intent radiating from the woodpecker, the shadow felt nothing, standing calmly beside the Sacred Lake, watching Lin Yun move.

Soon after, the communicator ran up to report to Li Ningyu: “Report, Commander! A scout from the 808th Division found a telephone line at the foot of the mountain!”

“So it’s you? I’ve spared you multiple times, yet you’ve come to me?” Ling Xiaotian was astonished—he knew the power of the Fire Seal Divine Force and immediately became utterly alert.

In an instant of explosions, Xiao Rang’s five triple-level Rakshasa Gates shattered completely—but at the very moment the last gate broke, Xiao Rang’s figure vanished.

Rosso didn’t seem inclined to mention the Moon Shield to this Buck—had his earlier words to me been a private agreement? Feide didn’t dwell on it; he had to deal with the bandit chief first.

“We don’t know—no battle occurred near the Water Pool Castle,” Nan Ges shrugged, the sweat on his ear immediately dripping to the ground.

“Hahahaha! Han Yi, your words are still as sharp as ever. I’ve spent years gaining your trust and observing you closely, yet I still failed to see your true nature—perhaps I, too, am a loser,” Tian Sha laughed.

Han Yi’s eyes welled with tears; he ignored Wu the chief steward’s explanations entirely—yet Wu was panicked, for he had nearly been caught stealing from a mortal.

In love, he was merely a capricious child who had been loved for years, squandering others’ affection, then suddenly repenting.

Sprinkling salt on the land—called the “extermination tactic”—was rarely used even in war between nations. To occupy land, you must collect taxes; without farmland output or population, such a wasteland is no different from a desert.

You’ve stepped out of the play while I’m still in it—you think I’m acting someone else, but I’m acting myself.

The gentle snow felt like a branding iron, making Ge Ya shudder violently—she dashed out barefoot, clad only in thin clothing.

But Liu Heihu sidestepped and kicked the pistol away, then glared fiercely at Hu Tong from the side.