Chapter 133: A World Forged from Resentment

“Hmm?”

Sensing the giant hand’s terrifying resentment, Chen Yang dared not be careless. He flashed through the void at once and only barely managed to evade it.

Yet in that brief moment, the Ghost Captain’s aura had vanished completely.

Chen Yang remained expressionless. “It still got away!”

Bofeng flashed with teleportation and arrived at...

Zhou Yan thought it over and found it quite reasonable. He forcibly stuffed the moisturizer into Li Qiang’s hands, then took the perfume and sprayed it over himself with great enjoyment, turning himself into another fragrant rice dumpling.

Wen Qiao’s hair hung loose around her face, and she looked like a furious beast. Ignoring all danger, she resolutely threw a punch at the God-General Pofeng. In an instant, an exquisitely condensed fist imprint swept forward amid a howling tempest.

Someone asked with a mournful expression. Now, only Ling Yunxia could become their leader.

With the three innate experts of the righteous path gathered before him, Tuoba Ye felt not the slightest tension. Instead, he remained calm and composed, as though he had considerable backing. And in truth, that was exactly the case. When facing three great innate experts, anyone without some sort of support would have to be insane not to flee as far away as possible.

“Some rules are made only for those below. Once you reach a certain level, there are other rules. It is the same everywhere.” Puji calmly interrupted Ling Duyu’s astonishment.

But the Daeonians still refused to stop. Immediately afterward came another volley of javelins. At such close range, the lethal power of the heavy javelins was astonishing.

A gigantic, unknown beast was coiled atop the mountain peak. Blood had gathered beneath its body into a pool, and though it had not moved for a long time—though it had been dead for ages—it still radiated a might that chilled the soul.

Before seriously learning about the Daeonian League, Isocrates would probably have mocked the Daeonians for their wastefulness and blind vanity upon witnessing such a scene.

With her intelligence and wisdom, she should have been able to foresee everything. But she yearned for love too deeply. Thus, at this crucial moment concerning the survival of her homeland, her judgment was clouded, and she left the Jiang Kingdom.

Seeing that it was getting late, Ling Duyu returned to the main world. When he came out of the bedroom, Qing Ying and the others were all watching television in the living room.

“Do I really need to tell you? I just felt sorry for a lackey of your CUP, since you fail every mission. I wanted to let you succeed at least once.” Zhang Wei showed no mercy, staring coldly at Qinglian across from him, a contemptuous sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

Chi Bing and Chi Tongyin were both experts, not fools. They also understood that they had no hope of breaking through Chi Yan’s defenses.

“All right, spare me the nonsense. Go back and tell that old hag in your family to rein herself in. She should not act so arrogantly, or one day she will suffer for it,” Lin Kongxian said.

His immense power made his roar roll out like thunder, booming through the air as the sound waves madly expanded and surged in every direction.

The demonic boar landed beside Qin Jun. It was a demonic beast at the peak of the Golden Core Realm. Within the Qianyue Kingdom, demonic beasts of the Transcendent Realm were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, making them extremely difficult to find.

The crisp crack of gunfire rang out without pause. The thirty-odd ninjas who charged forward had not even had time to act—or rather, Lin Fan and the others had given them no chance to do so—before they collapsed one after another into pools of blood.

“You certainly are generous.”

Everyone thought the Demon Immortal Cheng was about to say something important, but who would have expected such a remark?

No wonder Qin Jun knew so much about the major events of their previous lives. It turned out that Qin Jun had also been one of them in his former life.

The middle-aged man was sent flying at once. He crashed into several dozen people behind him before barely managing to steady himself.

Everyone had originally thought that Feng Hao was no match for Zhu Haiyu. Yet who could have expected such a sudden reversal? Feng Hao actually knew the Nine-Suns Folded Forging Method.