Chapter 149: Struggle Over Relics, War Begins!

In a desolate ruin somewhere.

Faint voices of conversation drifted from among the shattered walls and broken ruins, clearly a wasteland.

"How did you fare? Any injuries?"

"We're fine. So far, we got one 【Epic】 item and five 【Fine】 pieces of equipment. What about you, boss?"

"Keep pushing—I've got three 【Epic】 items!"

"Boss, you're awesome!"

Bailing Dao and Bei Lang chuckled as they

But Zhao Ting kept his head down, eating, not even picking up a single dish—just scraping every grain of white rice from his bowl.

This Chen is not only the toughest and most fearless fighter, but more importantly, he's sharp-minded and calm under pressure—not a reckless brute. Right now, several squads in Qianrun Company are underperforming; cultivating a new generation of innovative, capable recruits is urgent. Isn't this man the ideal candidate?

"If they take human form afterward, won't they be impossible to distinguish? Could the people around us daily be their illusions?" Zhu Sha said, a trace of fear in her voice.

Seeing Ouyang Che's startled expression, Li Zhishi smiled and waved his hand, saying his words were only a joke, then promised to stay in Nanjing for a few more days before leaving after making his move.

"Zhu Sha, Sect Master?" Hearing the term used by the other, Zhu Sha's face instantly turned ashen. Could this single title mean the other already knew all her secrets?

"In the Young Master's heart, Brother Rong is infinitely superior to Zhuan Zhu." Wu Zixu cursed inwardly, yet kept smiling as he gripped Rong Heng's arm, about to speak—when faint commotion rose from outside, growing louder, accompanied by a faint wave of heat.

The power of capital is immense. When Madam Miao flew into a rage, though she couldn't shake heaven and earth, she could still make a certain region tremble.

With Su Yang's current condition, even if Herman were a Nine-Star Battle King, even a mere Battle Master could kill him.

Xia Haoyu's hand never let go of mine. I saw their eyes scanning the surroundings—the atmosphere tense and thrilling—gradually calming my panic. Suddenly, a bright glow appeared behind the alley ahead. Xia Haoyu raised his right arm, signaling everyone to stop, his gaze locked on the light, not blinking.

As over a dozen Martial Masters unleashed their techniques, their aura surging wildly, the inner sanctum's Qi churned like thunder meeting wind—the weathered man remained cold-faced, flicked his hands, and scattered several black specks toward the opponents. The black specks darted forward like swift, agile insects, striking the five Martial Masters.

"Oh, your home? It's your sister and brother-in-law's home. I'm joining too!" Liu Ruoxue stepped into the room. Seeing the meal already served, she sat down uninvited beside Wang Xu.

Li Er's eyes burned red with rage. He'd only known Chang Le had escaped unharmed, so he'd ignored Hou Liang. But now, seeing Chang Le's mangled state, he wished to revive Hou Liang just to flay him alive—his pity for Hou Liang vanished completely.

I'd assumed Miya and the other two could take care of themselves, that they'd be safe. I never imagined they'd actually be in danger. Too late now to regret it.

Upon entering Shuicheng, they saw a massive stone over two zhang tall, aged and dark gray. Closer inspection revealed several lines of calligraphy, swirling like dragons and phoenixes.

The mighty male leader of the Black Wolf Mercenary Guild, his eyes welled with tears.

Destroying Siming Sect wasn't important. What mattered was how Fang Xiyue had treated her in her past life—she would repay Fang Xiyue in the exact same way, one by one.

Wang Xu, seated at the head, rested his right hand on his cheek, gazing askance at Yunhai, unconsciously radiating an inexplicable aura.

Then I went to my son's studio. Just as I reached the door, the glass panel flickered briefly, transforming into a screen—my son's image appeared before me.