Chapter 33

Stifling all hope in the cradle—this was not the first time the Ancestor Hongjun had done such a thing, and this time was no exception. Moreover, the beauty of it was that he hardly had to exert any effort; he merely needed to select a few worlds from the Purchasing Tower and open a few passages.

"You wouldn't dare!" The four sages could no longer sit still. If he truly went through with it, their foundations would be shaken, easily jeopardizing their rule.

"Don't worry, you won't be bored. There are many interesting people inside; I guarantee you'll grow fond of them." The Ginseng Spirit let out a hearty laugh and vanished from the spot.

Terrified wails erupted from the man's mouth. He was panicked, his mind in constant turmoil. How could such a fire have appeared? He wanted to extinguish it, but he lacked the courage to simply sever his own leg. Luo Bingyan’s situation was no better; she covered her mouth with her hand, her face filled with shock.

On a mountain peak shrouded in holy light, Duanmu Lian emerged from her master’s cave dwelling and headed toward her own. Yet, every strike landed as if hitting thin air, finding no point of resistance, while the phantom continued to reveal traces of mockery.

Upon hearing Zhao Ziwu’s account, Lu Yuan’s expression grew even gloomier, his eyes gradually radiating a chilling, murderous intent. Wang Meng was struck with horror. The owner of the Nightclub was a man who held sway over both the underworld and the establishment; for Lin Huan to have beaten his brother—this was a disaster of the highest order.

The old kobold panted heavily. He was no orc, and forcing the activation of this portal had nearly drained him of all his magical power. Chu Tianlu looked at the myriad rays of light brought by the rising sun, and his mood lifted. He thought to himself: Heaven is still looking out for us; this weather is perfect for hiking in the wild.

Another strange insect flew over, this one landing on his eyebrow. Before he could react, the insect bit down on his eyelid, and the young lookout collapsed softly to the ground without so much as a groan. With their nose-tips less than a foot apart, even though Wan Xiang saw such picturesque features every morning upon waking, she still felt her heart race at this moment, unable to help but hold her breath as her thoughts drifted out the window toward the gaps in the clouds.

Lin Che was taken aback. A gatekeeper was just a gatekeeper; he had never expected Mr. Su to be the son of one.

After spitting on his palms, the burly man grabbed the rope and exerted a sudden, violent force, hoisting Yu Chao into the air.

"My prince acts under the Emperor’s mandate and has no other choice. Not to mention, the Prince of Pingnan is brave and skilled in battle, having spent years amidst the drums and horses of war; he would not easily falter."

Tai Hao Duo, Meng Hong, Shen Gong Yan Xu, and other tribal leaders stood behind the sacrificial offerings—Peng Sheng, Zhi Bo, and the others. As hands rose and blades fell, a massive boar's head and several human heads tumbled down, blood gushing from their necks and flooding the altar.

As one of his most powerful trump cards, having consumed so many resources, it would be a great disappointment to the dragon if it failed to reach its expected combat potential.

Mu Cheng seeking out Wang Le at this time was within Wang Le's expectations. After all, One-Eared and the others had already entered Heaven Guard City, and given Mu Cheng’s personality, he would certainly be looking to discuss the next steps with Wang Le.

Recently, following the Monkey King’s havoc in the Heavenly Palace, a series of events unfolded: Marshal Tianpeng, in a drunken stupor, had harassed Chang’e; the General who rolls the curtains had shattered a glazed lamp; the Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon King, Ao Run, had burned a luminous pearl; and Jin Chanzi of the Western Paradise had shown disrespect during the Buddha’s lecture.

Just then, the door to the coffee shop was pushed open again, and Jin Shanya, one of the subjects of their conversation, arrived alone. Curiously, Han Xiuxi was nowhere to be seen.

Having been warned, Dao Xuan’s thoughts raced. In that moment of life and death, a surge of power erupted from the essence stone within him, tearing the centipede into fragments.

Upon reaching the yamen, the guards at the entrance did not block me, but instead bowed and invited me inside. Li Muting had changed into a moon-white robe and was drinking tea in the reception hall; seeing me enter, he immediately stood up to greet me.

The scene had frozen at that moment. The blow that had originally seemed capable of shaking the heavens and earth had halted; the giant sword of ice, its hilt lost in the distance, looked like a massive, suspended structure that pierced the very clouds.

"Father has been coming home very late lately; it seems as though there is an endless stream of matters to handle in the imperial palace," Dongfang Xiaying complained.

"Hahaha..." While the two over there were chatting happily, the other pair also found themselves quite compatible. The barbarian forces totaled no more than fifty thousand, and with the majority of their troops wiped out by Jian Quan and his two companions at Holy Snow City, there were likely only a little over twenty thousand left.

The commune was a spacious wooden house filled with people, its walls plastered with job recruitment notices.

Wukong paid no mind, flying until he reached the space above the main gate, where he slowed to a stop about a hundred meters away.

"Follow me," Lei Jian signaled, leaping out of the position and leading the security squad into the green crops near the front lines.

The "Cucumber Man" Luo Jing was the first to run over to open the door, as if he feared someone would snatch his toy if he were a second late.

"Yes!" Stewart replied respectfully. The ministers of the Principality of Thorns had long known that Stewart and the Sovereign had come from another world, where they still maintained their own power.

The two sides, already locked in a chaotic melee, were blinded by bloodlust, unable to spare a thought for anything else.

"Sir, it is inside that truck," Young Master Ling said respectfully, gesturing toward the back.

Under this pressure, which flowed like a raging river, the fake Ye Chenfeng felt as if he were being restrained.

"So, they have always been so respectful toward that Demon King, partly to show off their own devotion?" Mao Li watched the noisy scene in the distance, speaking thoughtfully.

But there was no other way; he did not trust the commanders-in-chief of the various factions, so he had to have the commander of each legion attend the meeting to refine the orders.

"Audacious!" Ghost Foot Seven quickly dodged to the side, intending to shout in anger, but he saw figures swirling before him as hundreds of people, wielding magical artifacts, swarmed toward him to kill.

"Heh, stop with the false pleasantries. Let me brief you on the situation: we have indeed caught five suspects, but the results of the interrogation are not optimistic." Ye Lin-yan gave a cold laugh, cutting off the man's attempt at small talk, and started the car, the police cruiser moving forward along the road.