Chapter 186: If fate is a predetermined destination, is death not also a release?

"Full counter!"

Within the sword Qi that shot skyward rang Zhuge Yue's clear voice.

In an instant, Wu Wang's entire body simply exploded on the spot.

When the power of EX Caliburn was doubled and rebounded back onto him.

It directly blasted his physical body into powder.

But the 【Undying】 trait made him reappear on the spot immediately.

"Finally starting to show your hand?" Wu Wang rolled his neck and grinned.

The opponent's

"Honored guests, please follow him." The pawnshop Shopkeeper took the token, then said to Mu Yunyi and her companion.

After examining the jade slip carefully, Mu Yunyi finally decided to head first to a place outside Fei City called "Hundred Herbs Forest," since the locations where Fire Lingzhi frequently appeared were listed, and the very first was this Hundred Herbs Forest.

By late April, news of the army's great victory had spread throughout the capital: the Liao army had suffered a crushing defeat, agreed to retreat five hundred li, and would each year deliver fifty thousand head of cattle and sheep as tribute, signing a hundred-year peace treaty with the Celestial Dynasty.

The next morning at dawn, before the sky had even brightened—before even Li Sandao's biological clock had kicked in—Pan Zi had already run to his camp.

Although Shen Qingqing didn't know what to say, she already knew about last night's debt-collecting incident.

A long exhale, heavy as an underground hum, smoothed the towering waves, wiped away all the colors of mountains and rivers, leaving only a pair of blazing eyes silently tracing back through memory.

But the conversation between those two reminded Tong Shuangxi of something—today he happened to be preparing to deliver New Year gifts to the village head and the elder, so he could ask about it then.

He Xi's crystalline cheeks resembled ripened tomatoes, and flames shot from her once-playful eyes.

Looking at Liang Bing's gentle, trusting gaze, Li Sandao, whose hand had been slapped away, finally dispersed the Qi in his palm.

The third uncle of the Yuan family nodded at Qian San; Qian San then took his blade and guarded behind the third uncle of the Yuan family, while the third uncle of the Yuan family stepped forward and opened the latch on the door.

"Not a permanent guest, not a permanent guest—I'm a guest on the first episode." Yoo Jae-suk said as he closed the car door.

The giant turtle spoke, still using a terrifying voice like a vengeful ghost: "You've come to kill me, haven't you? Go ahead!" Living like this, for it, was worse than death.

It was still those two security guards from earlier; though their faces remained stern, the slight upturn at the corners of their mouths revealed their current happiness. Such things didn't happen often—the grand prize was limited after all, and not every winner gave out red envelopes.

"What, Granada has set their sights on our Bale again?" Florentino, who had been counting money upon hearing the news, first lit up, then turned livid.

"The road to the West must be forged ahead without fear, without dreading a future that hasn't yet come." Sanzang said with firm resolve.

Long Leiyan was highly alert, his fingers secretly gripping the surgical knife he'd captured from Guo Yaqi last time, and said "Come in." Recently he'd been practicing throwing knives, and by his own strength and aim he could kill a sparrow more than ten meters away.

In truth, rationally I still thought—if I could slip away now and the Celestial Master lineage couldn't find me, that would be the best outcome. But the Green Bird Sect was united in purpose, sharing the same hatred, sworn never to be ordered about by others—this path was already a dead end.

As the saying goes, three feet above your head there are gods, three feet below there are different ghosts; chasing ghosts only to get struck by lightning—truly ridiculous beyond words. Now I could only obediently enjoy this sunbath.

After giving the instructions, during the gap before the dishes arrived, he began introducing Su Han to tonight's several specialties.

Generally speaking, the value of a return gift is mostly about one-tenth of the guest's gift. If the host is wealthy and generous, this ratio naturally adjusts upward a bit.

Wu Heng's forehead was covered in sweat, his steps a little unsteady—after all, he was over fifty. No longer young, I couldn't say anything. I could only wait silently. Over there, Zhang Fei and Senior Brother were still desperately trying to break through the protective ring, yet still stuck at the edge. Li Yiling stood up; Ailina frowned, lost in thought.