Chapter 131: Peerless Resentment
Three minutes later, Chen Yang arrived at Sumina’s home.
As soon as he stepped inside, he was met with utter chaos, as if a band of thieves had ransacked the place.
But in broad daylight, in a society governed by law, where would such robbers come from?
At that moment, Sumina was clutching He Ying tightly; the mother and daughter were terrified.
Chen Yang let out a breath of relief, thinking that as long as the two of them were safe, all would be well.
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Nearby, figures of cultivators began appearing, investigating the scene. To avoid unnecessary complications, everyone exchanged brief farewells before splitting up and going their separate ways.
Wu Yousheng inspected one by one: stone above, soil below—just as Zhao Yuansheng had speculated.
Chen Rong pointed her golden hairpin at her own throat, staring unwaveringly at them without uttering a word.
Xu Youyou, Xu Yuanshan, and Liu Mingjie were taken away by the Imperial Guards. Inside the palace, Han Zhanbei finally glanced toward Han Tingxuan.
While Xinghe was in high spirits, he suddenly felt the bamboo pole in his hand shake violently, followed by faint sounds emanating from the eggshell.
Jun Hui nodded gently. Then, summoning the immortal sword Nuxue in fury, he embraced Gu Chen’s waist, transforming into a long rainbow of snow-white light and disappearing into the vast abyss shrouded in thick black smoke.
That paper craftsman had cultivated to the Spirit Accumulation Realm, reaching the soul of the human body—that is, the location of the primordial spirit.
No one objected. The forces at Zongheng were still busy arranging city defenses and were unlikely to dispatch troops to search for the symbolic Heavenly Emperor. The surrounding dense bushes provided these young men with a great sense of security.
He had intended to free her from pain, but unexpectedly, in the process, he truly fell in love with her—or perhaps his feelings for her had long been hidden, only never fully realized until now.
By then, the spiritual energy around her was completely disordered, and her severe injuries caused her to lose consciousness once more.
“You seem to remember who I am.” Li Qi recalled that he had worn a mask at the cement factory that time.
No matter who Cang Lan sought to harm, she had to get past Li Yongxun first. Seeing Li Yongxun grievously wounded and near collapse, swaying as if a gust of wind could topple him, yet resolute in his stance as if he would rather die than let her pass.
From the outside, Dingzhou City now appeared extremely prosperous, with a population far greater than before. From afar, one could see people carrying goods into the city, along with convoys passing by intermittently.
Gradually, hundreds, even thousands, of base armed personnel surrounded the open space where Gao Jianfei stood, leaving no gaps, not even a fly could escape. Various weapons were aimed at Gao Jianfei, while psychics silently gathered energy, preparing to strike.
He took out the ticket again and examined it closely—indeed, it clearly stated that the coffin was to be moved.
Blood sprayed out, striking the rocks and blossoming like crimson petals. A mighty, lion-like beast collapsed with a thunderous crash, raising a cloud of dust.
For so many years, the Americans had been laying smoke screens, wanting people to focus on the aliens, whether domestically or abroad. This gave them ample time to carry out their own operations.
But Li Yunyang did not regret it. No one knew the hardships in his heart at that time; to gain something, one must pay a price—that was only fair.
He silently activated his heart plate to calculate position and distance, deciding to leave Devil City directly, heading southeast across the desert toward the edge of the Gobi, where he had parked before. He hoped the off-road vehicle, having weathered the sandstorm, was still operable; if not, he would walk to the highway.
Those around paid no mind as Song Jun walked straight over to Zun Ren’s head, unbuckling his belt while whistling and glancing around casually.