Chapter 34: Wasn’t It Because He Wasn’t Capable Enough?

Li Dehai offered a smile that dismissed the insults; he had realized long ago, ever since the visceral, all-consuming pleasure he felt after his first kill, that he was no longer the man he once was.

Xing Hao had been tracking this case for a long time. Every time he neared a breakthrough, he was led astray. A few times, he had almost caught his target, but it seemed there were always those who did not want him to continue his investigation.

At that moment, Xing Hao’s gaze turned sharp, locking onto Li Dehai with overwhelming intensity as he asked in a low voice, "Li De..."

Hall Master Yu, Deputy Hall Master Tian, Xiaoxiang Yun, Yu Wanrong, and Elder Zhuge, along with three teachers of other subjects—eight in total—marched imposingly into the classroom.

But then again, if I were to refuse now, would he kill us immediately? Perhaps that is not wrong. He may have originally been a simple shut-in, but after experiencing so much, could he still remain simple? Would a simple shut-in go out and kill a zombie?

This God Emperor was immensely powerful, his aura shaking the very heavens. As he approached, he did not hesitate, striking out with a fist directed at Donghuang Taiyi. Furthermore, behind him, countless warriors of the God Realm charged toward the Great Demon Dynasty with ferocious expressions.

"Hmph, Rong Yicheng, Yi Shuiling, if I cannot have the happiness I desire, neither shall you," she muttered through gritted teeth, picking up her phone to dial Guan Zhewei’s number.

Boom! A thunderous sound shook the world. The Thirty-Three Heavens suddenly trembled violently. It was Sun Wukong, drunk and unrestrained within the Water Curtain Cave of Mount Huaguo, who had thrust his Ruyi Jingu Bang upward, piercing into the heavens and causing the Thirty-Three Heavens to quake like an earthquake.

Tang Yu’s lips curled into a slight smile: "Let me see the strength of this so-called Creator God of yours."

Yet, this was the reality. Heaven and Earth are inherently heartless; the rules of the universe are like a machine, indifferent to the suffering of all living things. The colorful light and divine music seemed to be celebrating the return of the three celestial realms.

"I just wanted to let her see how close we really are..." Song Chanjuan offered this as her reply.

The surrounding Profound Dan Realm cultivators had all been forced back. Shi Yi and the others completely suppressed everyone except for Yang Mu, and the presence of Feng Yuchen, in particular, bolstered their combat strength significantly.

"There was no other way; it was forced by the circumstances. We had no choice but to make this decision!" Zhou Bingbing responded helplessly.

If Zhou Ming were still here, he would only say that such deep-seated prejudices are truly difficult to change.

Yue Lingfeng laughed aloud, swinging his long sword in a backhand strike. With a single move, he shattered the two spears, their tips instantly shorn off by his blade. He then lunged forward with the half-broken bronze rod in his left hand. Though heavy, it was far lighter than his ninety-jin cold iron greatsword, and in Yue Lingfeng’s grip, it moved with the speed of an ordinary sword.

Yang Xue’s seemingly consoling words only served to make Zhao Bolin more uncomfortable, but he did not care. At this point, as long as he could make Yang Xue lose face in public, his goal was achieved.

Meng Ping led his men to clear out the scattered guards on the city wall. In an instant, nearly fifty people had scaled the wall. Meng Ping raised his hand and gestured to both sides. Immediately, the men surged toward the passageway.

This result was incomprehensible to Huang Rong and Director Shen. It had nothing to do with Western or Eastern thinking; it was pure, simple logic: what is the purpose of a recount? It boils down to only two possibilities: either there was a problem with the vote, or there was not.

Space began to crack inch by inch. The giant hammer could not withstand the pressure of Qiusha, emitting a series of cracking sounds as it began to shatter from within.

As the "Prime Minister" looked up at Xu Zhigao, Zhou Zong’s throat suddenly tightened like rock before he could speak. His voice grew strained, and he found he could not utter a single word.

Zhang Yang sketched a mental image of the Chimilier camp, simultaneously mapping out a winding path for his own escape.