Chapter 128: Isn't this also a kind of NTR?

The familiar white space.

The familiar audience staircase.

This time, however, no eyes watched from the steps—only grotesque skulls piled atop one another, their mouths emitting horrific wails, as if enduring a torment death itself could not end.

It did not seem to form a staircase.

But a throne of skulls.

Wu Wang regarded the woman seated upon the throne with an odd expression.

The bone blade, brimming with terrifying force, struck Hong Xilie's fist—yet only sliced his skin, drawing beads of blood, before advancing not an inch further.

At this moment, a hot-tempered senior brother from the Tian Shan Sect, furious and suffocated with rage, smashed his wine cup against the floor. He was angry—he simply needed to vent.

Then Dunagong opened his eyes again; this time, it was different—his aura grew even more ferocious and brutal.

Shang Kexi, deputy commander of Pi Island, paced like an ant on a hot pan, unable to sit still for a single moment.

In A City, where every inch of land was gold, even this old house she rented in the morning cost fifteen hundred a month.

Mu Leng took him to find Su Ciyi, but once in the car, he realized he had no way to contact Su Ciyi—and Su Ciyi had seen him in his former state; he was no longer suitable to appear before her.

Situ Yu, seated beside them, remained silent, his eyes flickering with curiosity as he studied Xia Hua through his sunglasses, his mind weaving endless guesses about her identity.

Due to the Ice River Lord's innate ability, the attacking Night Blade Spirits froze into a single massive block of ice.

Neither Yang Sichang nor the Emperor or court had anticipated that Li Zicheng would attack Luoyang City.

"Don't say any more—don't let them take Leng Yichen," Xia Hua said through gritted teeth. If someone had to bear the burden, let it be her. No one else could be harmed—she was already doomed to die soon anyway; this would only bring it forward.

Ye Qingcheng clenched his lips, his eyes narrowing. Master Luo, is it? Without hesitation, he raised his palm into a claw and lunged for Luo San's throat.

The Great Xia Emperor, to host the imperial banquet, had even invoked Ye Yuxin's name despite disliking her—something absurd.

Qin Hui responded absently. The sudden, unannounced appearance of Helian Ruijue's corpse stunned him—he had assumed Helian Ruijue's escape would be the greatest obstacle on Mu Qianxun's path, never imagining he would die so easily.

"Thank you, Master Li, for your generous hospitality—we shall not refuse," the Elder smiled and bowed slightly in gratitude to Li Mo.

Frowning tightly, lips pressed thin, a flicker of panic ignited in his chest. He tugged the reins, slowly circling the horse twice before decisively dismounting and continuing on foot.

As for Ye Feng, Mo Wei, and other captains and lieutenants, they all remained behind to delay the enemy, buying the soldiers more time.

Wen Yun'er, seeing this, quickly retreated several zhang with the young disciple, her brows and eyes tense as she watched the two within the courtyard.

War is always unpredictable. In this pitch darkness, who knew the Chinese had dug traps here and filled them with human waste? But there was no time for him to speak—the sound of footsteps had already reached the edge of the pit.

She had spent the entire night calibrating the compass, leaving her faintly weary. After a brief morning meditation, she hurried out to inspect the results—but first, she needed to let the child out for some fresh air.

"Third sister…" Ye Xiu hesitated, unable to speak. Third sister was already forcing herself to appear strong—he feared if he told her about Lai Shengli's death, she would break.

Beidou Star had intended to greet them, but Wang Fang didn't even glance at the couple. Beidou Star knew she was still angry—he could only smile bitterly and walk out of Mingxiao Palace.