Volume One, Chapter 128: The Emperor's Wrath Unleashed!

Furthermore, long before Lin Chong rebelled, he had often spoken of an incredibly capable friend of his overseas. Yet, no one had ever met this person, and even the origins of the goods at the Four Seas Department Store remained a mystery that no one could explain.

A crack ran from his forehead down through the bridge of his nose. Within the fissure, his blood had burned away and his internal organs were shattered, with the remnants of Nether power barely holding his disintegrating body and soul together.

Li Xu shouted aloud, shattering the oppressive silence. Those who had just been issued weapons stepped forward, while those who were empty-handed retreated; their performance was, in fact, far better than before.

At these words, Yokota's already pale face turned ashen. Having sustained heavy injuries, the significant loss of blood left his condition dire, and he had no heart left to spar with Sachiko.

I have tried to commit suicide, but the powerful corrective force of history always resurrects me the next second. I can neither find life nor death.

Du Ying had no choice but to swallow his pride and keep his head down, licking his wounds in silence. Even in his darkest moments, he never abandoned his ambition and lofty aspirations.

"You dare to kill me? Hahahaha! If you kill me, your family will be uprooted! Everyone you know will be implicated! Hahahaha!" Zhou Kuangxiao threatened.

"Heh..." The figure in the black robe chuckled, though there was no mockery in it. Knowing Yun Ling’s true identity, he held nothing back in his assault.

Regrettably, this was the high school era, a rose-colored time when they were too young to hide their personalities or emotions. They could only bloom, like roses, displaying their most burning essence.

Li Xuan took a bite of the bread in his hand. It had to be said, the bread from this old man’s house was quite good—fragrant and sweet.

In his own spatial world, Lin Hongfeng chose a beautiful spot for Liu Yuechan and placed a corresponding spatial teleportation array there. It served as her private domain, a place where she could let her imagination run wild to beautify and cultivate her own space.

Years of cohabitation had made Xal'atath weary of this stubborn old man. No matter how it tempted Alonsus, he remained unmoved, yet before the Archbishop died, Xal'atath had no way to find a new host on its own.

The utility room was empty. Having just finished cleaning up the leaked cooling oil, Gethers pushed the door open, exhausted. He placed his cleaning tools in the locker, stripped off his protective suit, sat in a chair, and tilted his head back to drink some water.

As for the other kind, although their souls were foul, they were the easiest tools in the world to control.

Even so, Uncle Li harbored deep resentment, secretly swearing to himself that sooner or later, he would make Ma Le pay for his blood debt.

"No, I don't know. Go ask him yourselves. I'm starving, I'm going to get something to eat!" Tang Tang dropped these words and headed toward the dining hall.

Theoretically, once branded as a slave, even if these people worked hard at cultivation, the probability of exceeding a Level 2 Pensdack influence factor was infinitesimally small, which was why Evelyn exclaimed in such wonder.

Although Yan Ruo was at the Immortal realm, those people had discovered she was a jiangshi and specifically employed methods to counter her, leading to her being ambushed and wounded.

Even if the vanguard ships *Far Traveler* and *Sun Chaser* could temporarily hold the line with their mirror armor, energy... was always finite.

Since the method to activate the black card was to inject Ghost-type energy, Maeda Hanako was in no rush; she could deal with the bones in the tombstone first.

The lashes were few, but each one left a faint, blood-mist hue. Even through the thick armor, the strikes tore through, and blood seeped onto the gray undergarment beneath.

An unprecedented sense of crisis gripped Feng Yang. Having received the sword intent insights from Jin Jiantian, he could already sense that the next move would be the Golden Venerable Divine Sword.

The demon laughed with profound meaning. The slight lilt at the end of his tone was as seductive as a lover's whisper, making one's heart tremble.

"Is that all?" Li Zhan looked at the report from his shadow guards, pondered for a moment, and spoke.

Ouyang Qingyan wore a devious smile. Last time, Hua Li had caused her to lose face; today, she was determined to pay Hua Li back double for what happened that day.

Eunuch Li felt the same; he was certain that the fermented black beans here were even more delicious than the ones he had tasted at the Auspicious Restaurant.

The disciples of the Qianli Sect on the back mountain had never expected anyone to approach in such a manner. Without ceremony, they stood around, whispering to each other with gloomy faces.

It wasn't just Madam Yang who was envious and resentful; Madam He and Ye Mingzhu felt exactly the same.

As for Penglai, she had been pondering which stage of the cultivation threshold she had reached. When she saw Huang Quan emerge, the child, knowing her manners, quickly lowered her head and knelt straight in a gesture of respectful farewell. She thought to herself, *Sigh, Huang Quan will be gone for at least a month; there probably won't be anyone to throw food to the birds lately.*

Finding a blessed spot to cultivate in seclusion without concern for worldly affairs was a privilege reserved for disciples of great sects; for a rogue cultivator, it was an unattainable dream.

Of course, regarding the person coveting the number one position in Hong Kong, Xu Zhiming’s attitude was even more resolute than Yang Qi's. This position was his stepping stone and the hope for the Xu family's advancement; even if it meant being shattered to pieces, he would never hand it over.

Helm Master Zhang looked at the handcuffs on his wrists, then at the steel pipe they were connected to. Before he could process what was happening, An Yichen had grabbed him by the throat, leaped into the air, and slammed him against the wall.