Chapter 139 Do Not Blame Me If Something Goes Wrong

This massive purge aimed to eliminate all hostile forces and individuals within the city and tighten control.

Especially those bandit gangs that had been springing up like mushrooms after rain; they committed every imaginable atrocity and severely disrupted Cao Mang's plans.

A night of wind, snow, and slaughter—once this blizzard passed, no one could tell how many lives would be lost!

By early morning, Cao Mang returned home, lay down on his soft, plush bed, and closed his eyes...

Li Lingyi took a look and saw that, just as in the original plot, Sasuke had not arrived. He had to admit that this was entirely in character for him—always showing up abruptly at the crucial moment. No wonder Naruto often accused Sasuke of trying to look cool; in reality, he indeed went out of his way to strike poses. One could say he was utterly burdened by his need to maintain a cool image.

Heavenly Venerable Huorong had always been at odds with the two of them. Why, then, would Huorong demand karmic retribution? This left Daoist Zhunti harboring a trace of unease. Huorong was notorious for acting completely contrary to conventional norms; a complete falling-out with the two of them was entirely within the realm of possibility.

Precisely because the other units refused to do it, we are compelled to do it—Long Fei wanted to retort like this, but shook his head midway and said no more.

This was precisely what Wang Shen, the clairvoyant transmigrator, was preparing to do. To think that old man Lü had actually arrived at the exact same thought.

This was too thrilling. I was completely unprepared mentally, and even forgot to use the crowbar in my hand.

After speaking, I took the lead and ducked into the house. Only inside the room could my sense of security grow stronger.

The remote control in his hand dropped to the floor as Light Yagami abruptly sprang to his feet from the chair, his face a mask of utter disbelief.

Otherwise, with the Great Wizard Xingtian wandering about outside, how could the Demon Clan sit idly by and do nothing? How could the sects of Xuan and Shi remain indifferent? This was an era belonging to the various sages, and the ancient glory of the Wu Clan was no more.

Originally, when Kong Yanzhou’s brute army plundered Qichun, the commoners shared a bitter hatred of the enemy, and he could still have devised a way to stir up civil unrest within the city. Unfortunately, once news reached the city that the Sizhou army had been routed and was pillaging the countryside—and with Kong Yanzhou’s widespread propaganda—any possibility of mobilizing the scholars and gentry of Qichun was utterly extinguished.

The moment Zhi Mu caught sight of this curved saber, his expression instantly turned unsightly. He slowly turned around to face the six men in black who had approached from behind. Leading them was a man whose face was not covered by a black cloth; a hideous scar stretched all the way from beneath his right eye down to the corner of his mouth on the left.

Under the control of Wu Yi's divine will, the flame flickered uncertainly, waxing and waning. Any temperature he wished to achieve was summoned at a single thought, moving entirely at his command. Gone was any sensation of losing control; everything was firmly within his grasp.

This kind of imposing aura was possessed only by those who had commanded tens of thousands of troops, forged through battle after battle of life and death. Every veteran general seasoned by the fires of war carried such an aura—something entirely incomprehensible to those who had never witnessed warfare.

Hao Jin walked over and said, "Sister-in-law, the fourth brother has started a fight with that Korean." Hao Jin signaled with his eyes for Guan Ju to leave, and Guan Ju, understanding immediately, went inside.

Until the school dismissal bell rang, Yun Cheng finally stood up. Without even bothering to pack his textbooks, he shoved them straight into his desk and walked toward the school gate, carrying nothing at all. Xu Shu and Gao Lei were already waiting by the gate. The three of them tacitly walked toward the parking lot in the distance.

Lin Ke glanced toward the direction whence the sound had just come, and happened to catch the wicked, smiling curve at the corner of Shen Wuxue's lips.

"Wu Yi, are you alright?" Zhou Miaoling had been waiting for Wu Yi all along. Although she knew that with Yin Qianqian around, Wu Yi would certainly come to no harm, she still couldn't help feeling a spontaneous wave of anxiety.

In less than the span of a sixty-year cycle, he had broken through to the "Indestructible Realm of Heavenly Dao!" In particular, the degree of development of his "Imperial Saint Divine Veins" had reached the pinnacle level of the Fourth Rank of Supreme! Such an achievement was simply beyond reach; the next patriarch of the Imperial Saint Divine Clan had long been predetermined—it could be none other than him.