Chapter 130: One More and He’d Be Furious to Death

It was warmer in the riverbed than on the surface, so Cao Mang set fire to several abandoned cars to keep warm. Ignoring the wails of the wounded and the sobbing of the survivors, he closed his eyes to sort through the souls he had collected. From the memories of the Underworld members, he learned that Deng Xiaojiao had been promoted to Soul Reaper, while Mo Hanlu had become a Wandering Spirit. Such rapid promotions were due to the heavy losses suffered by the Underworld and were intended to steady the morale of the troops.

The next morning, Zhao Dexi and Zhao Defu began to bustle about, busy preparing for the opening of the stone quarry. My uncle and I intended to leave, but they insisted on detaining us, claiming we were their benefactors of fortune. They demanded we attend the quarry’s opening ceremony, insisting we could only leave after they had toasted us in gratitude and we had shared in the feast.

When Lin Yi unleashed the Path of Life and Death, one of his six great Daos, half an hour had already passed. It did not matter what the Green Land Camp was; at the very least, it sounded like a base, and the two of them were in desperate need of a shelter where they could temporarily settle and tend to their wounds.

"You’ve been with countless people, haven't you? Is one night with me really out of the question?" Qian Liexian asked with a fierce edge to his voice.

"You've been kidnapped? Held hostage? Does he want money, or is he forcing you to do something?" Yan Junli’s tone was filled with tension.

Bai Bing smiled triumphantly, though her smile was tinged with an irrepressible sorrow. It was pathetic that her beautiful body still required the flattery of her subordinates.

"You, you... do you really think the Murong Manor is safe? The safest place is often the most dangerous. Don’t you know, my dear Prince? You are being far too naive and adorable," Murong Fuying said.

He thought that if the sponsors’ demands weren't so excessive, he would be willing to take another step back to give them both a way out so they could remain friends.

Wula lunged forward, gnawing voraciously, even crunching through the bones and swallowing them whole. As for what kind of creature it was or which part he was eating, Yun Ying really didn't want to tax his imagination. Yet, even while eating, Wula kept his eyes fixed on him, making Yun Ying afraid to pass by for fear of being pounced upon then and there.

The third item, regarding the five aspects of long-term peace and stability... the scope was too broad and touched upon the art of imperial rule, so it could not be easily revealed to the world and was therefore omitted.

"That point is barely plausible, but how did you determine that this was a case of silencing a witness?" Ji Cheng asked.

There was no need to guess why Anna was laughing; faced with such an absurd event, even Wu Zihao, known for his coolness and composure, felt like laughing.

Chen Fan gripped the Xuanming Blade tightly, took a deep breath, and then raised the blade high with both hands; the metal immediately burst into scorching flames.

Li Xiaoxiao used a boiled egg to roll over her eyes until the swelling subsided, then she was promptly hauled off to the Civil Affairs Bureau by Si Mocheng.

However, his health was poor, and fearing he might pass an illness to the child, he handed Zixi over to Mother Gu before the meal.

"Mm." Mu Beiting gave a faint response, his gaze sweeping over Han Che; he clearly had no intention of leaving.

Even after being sent flying by such a punch from Su Hao, he did not abandon the thought of resistance.

Yet, for some reason, the tightly furrowed brow on Feng Aoyue’s delicate face began to slowly relax, bringing with it an inexplicable feeling that made her feel increasingly at ease.

This was something he had never expected—in such a chaotic place, who would suddenly jump out to ambush him?

Su Hao naturally did not know what they were thinking, but even if he did, he remained firm in his refusal; he absolutely did not want this high-grade profound artifact.

"Don't worry, we just need to protect ourselves when the time comes," Simba said dismissively, seemingly intending to remain a bystander in the struggle between the Continent of Gods and Demons and the Continent of Magic.

But Long Fei felt a pang of heartache; after the Chaos Tree spat out that wisp of powerful soul energy, it was visibly wilted. It was clear that what it had expelled was its own essence, much like the vital blood of a cultivator; if too much essence is lost, it inevitably damages one's foundation.