Chapter 124

122、Praise Realm Bodhi (4K, 2/2)

Yuan Bao Shichen and Yan Feng Qili stared in disbelief—what on earth was going on?

Bi'ercuisi was successfully restored by Chen Mo; recalling her love for Julian, she burst into tears.

The intruders collapsed under the dual impact of gravity and mental force; some powerful half-breeds hiding on the second and third floors were crushed to the first-floor ground by the immense gravity, screaming in agony.

As Fu Jingchu prepared to act in rescue, he was stunned to find his body utterly immobilized.

Mo Ya struggled to stabilize his stance, staring in shock at the massive storm above and the rapidly fading fire trail on the horizon.

Chen Fei suddenly cried out; seeing the Warrior Agumon turn to look at him, he scratched his head.

Chen Fei directly took the Digital Egg, examining curiously the two patterned Digital Eggs.

Liao Zhong was shocked—the protective suit was an effective tool to suppress Chen Duo’s poison; if she removed it, she alone could not contain the poison, which would swiftly devour her body.

The three new concubines chosen by His Majesty all pointed accusingly at the Night King, claiming he, drunk, had intended to assault them.

Golden lightning erupted violently across Yamu’s body, forming a ferocious dragon coiled around him, roaring at Wu Lundi.

The other two had not anticipated this disciple of Ten Thousand Swords Mountain would act so decisively; when they finally reacted, they recalled their weapons and struck together at Zhang Liang.

After inspection, nothing on the corpse could identify him—not a single possession, not a single valuable item; his identity remained unknown, and they followed the usual procedure to trace it.

Seated first beneath the Saints was Lady Yunxiao, who sat upright; behind her, Kong Xuan took his seat.

After a round of teasing, Lin Wener happily agreed to treat them to a grand feast in the real world to celebrate.

Just as Zhu Luo was about to toss him into the alley and kill that Li Shan disciple, Liu Qing’s sword arrived.

Dongfang Chi turned aside with a long sigh, visibly exasperated. “Enough! Don’t speak anymore—let me be alone.” Seeing his distress and impatience, his wife grew more anxious, then had a sudden idea. She changed her tone, pressed close to him, and sighed softly.

Liu Guangdou knew that once the college entrance exam was restored, these sent-down youth could not possibly remain in Shitou Village forever—it was only a matter of time. More friends meant more paths, so he treated the sent-down youth with great care.

Suddenly, a shrill cry rang out; on the Red River, a ten-zhang-high wave surged and crashed toward the disciples of the Moon God Sect and Ten Thousand Swords Mountain.

Zhang Liang’s gaze remained piercing; his Hunyuan Tian Di Gong had reached the seventh level, his internal energy nearly inexhaustible.

At this moment, Zhao Zhengce’s expression darkened; he refused to bow to anyone. The city had yet to issue any official stance, yet the county committee’s two leaders had already adopted this posture, clearly trying to intimidate him. Zhao Zhengce was the type who resisted pressure and never yielded easily.

On this hot summer day, Old Feng still wore a long robe, tightly wrapped; Chen Tairan knew he wouldn’t use air conditioning or electric fans, so he patiently taught him how to operate them.

Who exactly was the doctor? Was he the man seen in the surveillance footage? And who was the middle-aged man—and why did he kill the doctor?

Others saw his expression and the palm print on his face, connected the dots to some plot, and burst into laughter.

Creak, creak, creak—as Ling Feng exerted force, the stone giant’s body groaned; cracks appeared in several of its joints.

When Lin Xue removed her hand from Han Wei’s head, Han Wei stood up as well, head bowed in reverence, matching Lin Xue’s pace exactly—three steps behind. This was no longer about unspoken understanding; the two moved like corpses, mechanically in sync.

The mission required them to disguise themselves as ordinary civilians; they had never received such training, and it naturally hampered their normal performance.

That night, at the temporary shelter, Shi Lei developed a high fever, grew delirious, began babbling, and only recovered by noon the next day. His mother immediately drove him away, ordering him to return to Beijing immediately and not to worry about family matters.

At the peak of the back mountain, Pangu sat cross-legged atop a massive rock; with each breath, surrounding yuan energy flowed into his body, and the surrounding laws continuously shifted within the self-contained space.

Defeated teams would also compete against other defeated teams, and a simple ranking would be determined among all military districts; the top three would receive rewards, and the last-place team, if overall strength was excessively weak, would be punished—punishment subject to higher authority’s judgment.

“I heard Brother Mu has returned, so I came specially to pay my respects. Last time, I misunderstood you, Brother Mu—I beg you not to hold it against me.” Zhou Tong replied respectfully.

“You don’t want to manage all this, do you? Now there’s someone who can compete with you—you can finally rest!” Dongfang Jun said irritably.

But his reason warned him: if he truly gave the slots to the three sisters and Yi Chun, he would doom them.

Shangguan Yaohua stared blankly at the blood hole in his chest, his mind in chaos, strength draining from his body bit by bit; with his last effort, he gasped: “You… you…” He thought of how kind he had once been to him—was it all an illusion? His vision blurred, his legs weakened, and he slowly collapsed.

“No matter what, these people won’t kill us easily. Even if I die, I’ll shatter a few of their teeth!” Dao Mozi spoke coldly, caressing his demonic blade, his eyes filled with venomous hatred.