Chapter 192: Like Possession? Come Face the Deep God!

"Forget it—better to treat a dead horse as if it's still alive." Lin Ziyu slammed his fist hard on the table, staring at Xia Linsen with a look of grim resolve.

Then I retook the imperial examinations; people called me a child prodigy, but they didn't know all I've achieved today is the result of my past life's accumulation.

The trio of children, who called themselves Mountain Bandits, were stripped naked and beaten by Ning Zhixiu, then chased off with their pants in hand—this left them with psychological trauma, and they never dared misbehave again, finally falling silent.

Mu Xiaoxiao lay on the dragon bed, her eyes open in despair, but when she saw Rong Jin, she closed them again.

Under these circumstances, had he not seen this intelligence, he truly would have believed Bai Feimo and Yue Linjun didn't know each other.

At this moment, Feimo wasn't unconscious; she sensed Shangguan Xueyu's approach, but her body ached too severely to move.

The best prison in Jinling was the Viceroy's mansion; since the investigation originally targeted the Provincial Governor, the Commissioner of Finance, and others, it had been turned into the Imperial Envoy's temporary office.

Because Sun Chengzong lacked Wei Bao's connections and wealth, he had no way to accomplish anything without relying on this student.

Li Xing merely shrugged and said, "Only I can remove these items now—otherwise, you'll be waiting for the Imperial Envoy to arrest you."

Suddenly, the old man noticed something and plummeted rapidly, then snatched up two long metal vines from the ground.

"Isn't your boss going to show himself?" Liu Tong pressed the gun barrel against Hu Caijun's temple, his voice icy.

After everyone left, Liu Tong finally relaxed completely. Now he could act without restraint. From start to finish, he never worried about himself—he stepped forward solely for Li Yanran.

At this moment, the restaurant owner, having learned the situation from the waitstaff, waddled over with his large, pot-bellied frame.

A stifled cough echoed faintly through the space; Ling Long's heart sank, her fingers gripping the strings of the qin.

Though only slight changes occurred, Wu Yang sensed the energy within—different from when he activated the Blood Rakshasa mode in Anle Circle last time.

Among the three police officers, the one walking at the front was a burly man with a square, classic face, appearing around thirty years old.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry—it's all my fault for causing trouble for Brother Su Lin," Yu Xia snapped back to reality and began profusely apologizing with a guilty expression.

He glanced nervously around, then gathered his courage and walked toward the Wolf Leader's bed.

Legend says "Flying Funeral" means the coffin isn't carried by strong men, but instead, a sorcerer like Master Liang rides atop it, using spells to make the coffin soar through the air to the burial ground.

Shen Xinzhou was naturally outgoing and talkative; he'd been bored out of his mind, and even if a fly had landed on his head, he'd have politely inquired after its ancestors. Now that Jian Lan approached, his loquaciousness exploded.

The Flying Soul Needle had already pierced Wu Daneng's qi defense; now the great blade met no resistance as it sliced straight through Wu Daneng's neck.

Upon hearing this, many cultivators froze in expression; just moments ago, Wang Kai had claimed he wouldn't harm anyone—but now, the words were barely out of his mouth, and he was already threatening and intimidating.

??? When Xiyue realized the pill was beyond her means, her expression darkened instantly.

He had no other achievements in life—his business was inherited from his ancestors. His only comfort was having Wan Jiehou as a friend: capable, righteous, and never disdainful of Cao Geng's blunt nature, even fond of it.

"Cough—what technique is this? Who are you? What do you want?" Eunuch Liu spat blood, along with two teeth, onto the floor.

"Are you ready to be thoroughly beaten by this Sect Master?" Wang Kai smirked, eyes half-lidded, then stepped into the Xuanwu Hall with his hands clasped behind his back.

"What the hell? How is this possible?" Leng Yi was stunned—this space's sky turned dark instantly, with no warning at all.

The Golden Dragon Clan's Immortal Emperor Ancestor, upon hearing this, immediately grew cold-faced toward Wang Kai, harboring no goodwill—if an opportunity arose, he would not let him go easily.

Ye Kai watched Ye Fan's relieved expression and smiled coldly—he understood now: Ye Fan was the mastermind behind all this, and their future conflict would no longer be subtle schemes behind the scenes.

Without thinking, he could guess: the Xuanling Sect's Patriarch, realizing a Great Ability cultivator couldn't defeat him, now wanted him to face a Sage Realm cultivator.

This time, Tao Man and Huang Tao also participated in the slaughter of human disciples. Master Sui Degang failed to exterminate the human disciples primarily because of Han Fei.

Hearing the stern words, the Flying Ant flapped its wings reluctantly and departed; since becoming his insect servant, its intelligence seemed higher than ordinary flying ants.

Forbidden Spells originated from the Holy Spirits—they were first used by the Holy Spirits' designated enforcers, then preserved and became today's Forbidden Spells.

In another scenario, Xia Nuo would have burst out laughing, clutching her stomach, delightedly watching Cloe being beaten by Tado.

"Lady Hongyu, Heiliao was robbed by that alchemist." The subordinate reported information on rivals; though Hongyu hadn't performed best in this chaos, she was the most stable. Heiliao's performance was outstanding, but precisely because it was so outstanding, it drew too much attention.

This level reached fifty meters in height, with its surrounding area forming a staggering circular space three kilometers in diameter.

As for playing online games inside a virtual MMO, there's nothing to say—it's his own damn world. What's wrong with teaming up and playing MOBA games inside the Illusion World?

"So the two concubines are identical!" Bai Shu was still astonished—not by the fact that the concubines inside and outside the mansion looked the same, but by how vastly different their personalities were despite their identical appearances.

Seeing Sun Wukong couldn't reach Sha Wujing, he made no move to stop him—he too wanted to see what kind of strength Sha Wujing possessed.