Chapter 203

200、Karmic Retribution (1/1)

At this moment, Zhou Chang had not yet figured out the killing pattern of Xu’s mother’s demonic entity.

But he still felt the shadow of death drawing near.

He gripped the hanging rope in one hand and the coffin nail in the other, letting the pitch-black shadow ahead lead him like a dog on a leash.

In the right eye socket of that dark figure, a single crimson star flickered faintly.

“Tap, tap, tap…”

Zhou Chang followed the malevolent spirit around the staircase corner.

The four of Rongshu Wang were all Level Eight; they were never a match for the Divine Descendants, relying solely on their willingness to destroy themselves along with the enemy to make the Divine Descendants hesitate—but once the Divine Descendants ignored that threat, they were immediately at a loss.

It was only because Qi Xingyu was still using outdated communication devices that she needed to come directly to the central hall to check.

Qi Xingyu’s jacket was short, with only two pockets total; she rummaged through them again and again, desperate, but still found nothing.

The Three Empires had ruled for billions of years, weathering countless storms to reach this point; their ancient elders had poured out their hearts and souls, absolutely unwilling to surrender power. Even Aotian’s pupils glinted with murderous intent, wishing to cut down this trusted aide.

Especially after hearing there were several talented ball-handling guards this season, he’d been stirred by his appreciation for talent, which was why he’d come in person.

The battle between Yaso and Captain America began in earnest; as Captain America charged forward, he suddenly twisted his body on the ground, then dove downward, slamming his right fist hard into Yaso.

“What are your two spell models?” Arlin did not answer directly, but asked in return.

But Lu Chenyuan remained unfazed, standing with his hands behind his back, letting the immortal arts strike his body unimpeded.

“Drink this medicine for him.” A plump hand held out a bowl of herbal broth and placed it before her; Lin Xiyao pouted, wondering why the worst luck always fell to her.

Han Miao did not return to the locker room; instead, she sat directly on a chair in the players’ tunnel and signaled the team doctor to stop the bleeding.

Suddenly, Mu Fuxi’s gaze fixed on Xiao Wang’s eyes. She lowered her eyes again to the slip of paper in her hand, her gaze lingering on the two characters “rockery” and refusing to look away. A sudden chill ran through her; she clenched the paper tightly.

The moment I hit the ground, I felt as if my body might break apart; pain shot through my back, but I knew these black-market fighters would strike again the instant I hesitated. Ignoring my own agony, I rolled sideways as fast as I could.

Tonight, I slept soundly—my head barely touched the pillow before I fell into sleep. I think I’d been too tense lately, and now I’d finally truly relaxed.

It was now the third watch of the evening. Other imperial quarters lay shrouded in darkness, but her Phoenix Cry Palace still glowed brightly; intermittent laughter and chatter drifted from the main hall, slowly fading in the cool breeze.

Even so, shouldn’t any normal man have a normal reaction? How could his gaze remain as steady as a frozen lake?

Strive to disrupt his composure, use every trick to confuse and bewilder him! Only when this lion dozes is it safe to strike.

After Old Jack spoke those words, Lin Yu grew serious at once, for Old Jack had known—there might be other worlds like this one.

“I asked you about the stars!” Yu Cheng really knows how to change the subject; I gave him a look that was half-laugh, half-cry.

“If you think that way, I’m relieved. I was afraid you’d reject these things. Take it slow—there’s plenty of time ahead.” Li Qing said.

Thinking back to how Mu Ze had treated her back then, yet she’d never held a grudge, and now openly courted him with love and affection—it was truly baffling, and Han Yong couldn’t help but doubt her intentions.