Chapter 156: Slaughter? Or Redemption?

"Are these the reasons the 【Twisted Spirits】 were born?"

"What kind of monsters are they?"

"…"

Among the players, very few actually knew the true situation—not nearly as many as imagined.

Especially the free players and those from the Tower of Order.

Their understanding of 【Ai Gu Yi Village】 still relied on rumors from the villagers.

But the players from the Strange Incident Bureau.

Especially the Duke and the Xie Zhi, those so-called informed ones.

With a smile on his face, Li Zicheng looked earnestly at Chen Chonghui and spoke with absolute certainty.

"We're going to pay Gu Tie a lot anyway—paying a bit more in breach penalties won't hurt." Another official said.

Liu Yihua entered the room carrying a fruit tray; seeing Yan Jie at that moment, his eyes instantly ignited, his gaze burning with unmistakable awe. Such intense stares could not escape Yan Jie's notice.

"What nonsense! Our young master is mute—you're looking for a confidant, but you've picked the wrong person!" The scarred giant sneered repeatedly, yet internally wondered: Who exactly is this person? Is he deliberately provoking trouble, or just a fool?

Sun Xiangcai's eyes lit up, his gaze filled with hope as he looked at Fang Yanyi. Right now, he was merely holding on—truly fighting against those central special envoys? He simply didn't have the courage.

Old Liu would never truly stand idly by; at the critical moment, when Liu Yihua had no other options, Old Liu would surely intervene! A superior protecting his subordinate is only natural—what parent could tolerate their child being wronged outside?

"What if I say no?" Liu Yihua sneered. Clearly, this so-called second brother was a genuine gangster—his speech and attire made that obvious.

Two jade arms clung tightly around Xia Yang, as if trying to merge herself into his body.

Hearing this, Ruprecht understood Manstein's meaning, but he did not interrupt; he continued listening as Manstein spoke on.

Zhu Ganglie felt that as Sha Kuanglan struggled, the golden aura he had summoned grew increasingly faint—clearly about to vanish at any moment.

Zhang Ye regained some confidence. He summarized the reasons for his failure: insufficient understanding of the nature of the Four Yang Flames, hence poor control.

Unexpectedly, Piao Wuzong did not accept the "surrender" of the heavy cavalry. In fact, during the brief exchange, someone had already brought over the other half of the heavy cavalry, along with the still-unconscious magic archer, mage, and martial arts master.

Clearly, the man had helped him out on his way out—but Ma Jianyao felt no joy. The thought of Earth's protection resting on his shoulders weighed heavily on his heart, nearly suffocating him.

Prince Hao was happily firing his rifle when he saw a white T-shirt emerge—he fired instantly. His marksmanship was exceptional; the bullet struck the iron rod dead center, clanging it away.

Seeing three classic, elegantly designed supercars parked side by side on the street, everyone's face flushed with excitement.

Prince Hao didn't bother with him; he walked ahead on his own. What was going on today? Why had Lan Xin not set any traps—was she truly calling him to see Xiao Meiling?

Thinking of this, he clenched his teeth in hatred toward the Holy Knight. If the Holy Knight hadn't acted on his own, and if all other organizations had arrived together—thousands of high-level Dragon Speakers, nearly ten Domain Masters—such overwhelming power would have easily overwhelmed Ma Jianyao and the Free Alliance, no matter how strong they were.

Suddenly, Zhang Yan saw the Thunder Tiger turn toward him, its eyes glowing with an indescribable light—strange, proud, defiant.

The Grand Priest sighed. Ni Ming, a 151st-level Saint, though lacking talent, had reached the Saint Realm for over three hundred years. Had she taken her opponent seriously—even just tested them—she wouldn't have been instantly slain.