Chapter 125

Li Weidong nodded; he was indeed hungry, as cultivation consumed vast energy, and he planned to eat something first, then leave the detention center directly.

Deng Qi told me to meet her immediately, so I simply invited Deng Qi to come to Zhao Jie's wellness clinic too—after all, we were going to eat dinner tonight, so it would be perfect together.

Because I had been absent for two days, I felt a bit guilty, so I didn't dare speak up and just followed everyone into the morning meeting.

I had no real way to treat snakebites; I'd never encountered one before and had no idea what to do.

The Jiang family members, watching Jiang Yu make such a decisive move and seeing Xie Wushang's face grow increasingly grim, silently wiped away beads of sweat.

The man who simultaneously controlled both the Dragon Unit and the Soul-Taking Gate—how powerful could he possibly be? Even the leaders of China's strongest special operations unit showed him deference, yet before his rise, he had indeed served the Zero-Worker Group.

Ye Feng simply followed behind Shangguan Lan and Zixuan, not approaching, because she felt Shangguan Lan probably didn't want to see her right now.

"Did you really kill them all?" I had already confirmed the truth with Wang Long, yet he still asked in disbelief—before, in his mind, I was merely a rebellious but promising young man.

"What do we do now?" My heart thudded wildly; I was utterly at a loss.

I rummaged through the fridge, grabbed a random slice of bread, ate it, did a quick wash, then rushed toward the lottery center. For safety, I still took a taxi, but got out a kilometer away and walked the rest.

"The time we enter our past-life space is unpredictable. I never expected we'd suddenly arrive on the day of the final battle," Dongfang Hao revealed the Purple Ring, listening in all directions to guard against ambush.

Kou Xi finally understood why she'd felt something was off—because her color was too bright. Most people choosing pants pick navy, black, or brown. She had guts, picking pure red.

Never mind the rest—just that big TV was what Li Cuilian had always dreamed of. She already had a sewing machine at home and didn't envy it. That broken washing machine wasted too much electricity; it was cleaner to let Gao Liman scrub clothes by hand.

At this moment, Nangong Wu Di's words rang grandly, his expression passionate and stirring, exuding the air of one directing the fate of the world.

Countless armies of cultivators and their allied factions united, stretching for hundreds of millions of miles like a thick celestial curtain, crashing toward the spacetime gate—every dimension and star blocking their path shattered instantly into dust, radiating an invincible aura.

Suing low-level laborers wasn't scary; what was scary was public opinion. Kou Xi had suffered the pain of being condemned by public opinion for reasons unknown, and she didn't want any future incident to be spun as her mistreating employees and ignoring common folk.

Let it be known: the "Iron Blood" and "War Knife" squads were composed of elites continuously filtered from hundreds of thousands of troops, forged through countless life-or-death battles to earn their legendary reputations.

For the Church of Light, his status as king meant nothing—completely disregarded. The intense humiliation surged through Runi's heart when he realized his inflated sense of self-importance had collapsed entirely here.

"Enough! Let's strike!" Three years later, at the borderlands between the two realms, the Heavenly Court had already amassed heavy forces.

Lin Wan was stunned—hadn't he even been in school for two days, and now he was being sent on a mission? Could he handle it? Would he be in danger?

Su Tianfang paused noticeably upon hearing this—what debt could this man possibly owe? She was clearly saving his life, acting solely for his sake; why burden herself with such weight?

Those who, in life, sowed discord among blood relatives—inciting enmity between father and son, brothers and sisters, husband and wife—after death descend into the Helian Tieshu Hell. Its branches are all blades, piercing from the back through the skin, hanging the condemned upon the tree. After this, they must enter the Sin-Mirror Hell and the Steamer Hell.

After giving Zi Qian water, Du Gu Zhi Shui hurried back inside to change clothes—his garments, soaked through with blood from carrying Zi Qian, were ruined.

Once the nation grows powerful enough in technology, no enemy state would dare invade; at that point, even soldiers would become unnecessary.

At this moment, He Xi was frozen, unable to tell if Sacred Kesa was real or not. If she could choose, she wished it were real—after losing Kesa, she had truly felt the taste of loneliness.

Since enough silver could buy off the officials, naturally everyone else in the Zui Xian Pavilion could be bought too. Money was the perfect tool to win hearts—everyone here came only for profit.

For her, if Zhao Xin ever stopped being so absurd, she'd be certain he wasn't Zhao Xin anymore.

Yin Qingyan patted Zhu Juer's shoulder, her expression as if handing over a heavy burden, then without waiting for Zhu Juer to speak, immediately walked toward Li Liu's direction.

"When you saw them this afternoon, what were they doing?" Su Tianfang hurriedly pressed further.

But now, after arriving at the Immortal Forest Sect, not a single person came to greet them.

No need—the Demon Clan emerged too early, but I believe that if they survive this crisis, the next cosmic cycle will center on the Demon Clan and the Wu Clan; thus, the Dao currently forbids the destruction of Di Jun and Tai Yi.