Chapter 107: The Thunderbolt Spear

Around nine o'clock in the morning, the Black-Clad Guard scout acting as their guide said, "Your Highness, we have arrived." Before them stood a verdant mountain peak, shrouded in mist so thick that the scenery was obscured, and even the base of the mountain was veiled in fog.

Emperor Jingming had been left reeling by his son’s three revelations. Having witnessed the ghost-like Chen father and son with his own eyes, his worldview had been shattered once; now, it was being dismantled all over again.

Don't be foolish. If they were to go over there, they would be picked clean to the very marrow by those people. Besides, it was clearly a trap; why would they risk it?

Moreover, Li Dalong employed a hit-and-run strategy, never staying in the same place for more than a day, which meant he was rarely cornered by the Celestial Demon tribe.

They say that kin share a telepathic bond; if Gu Bao'er found out about that matter, she certainly wouldn't let it rest... The more she thought about it, the more satisfied she felt.

Rest assured! Nothing will happen. Besides, they have handled such matters more often than anyone else, leaving no trace of risk behind.

Hearing the commotion, Huo Zizheng strode over. His sturdy frame suddenly came into view of the two people standing outside the door. Gu Bao'er’s face flushed slightly, while Huo Zizheng raised a hand to wipe a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, his handsome face immediately returning to a state of calm and detachment.

After much persuasion, Wang Xudong finally convinced Su Wanqi to go to her room to sleep. He then returned to the dining table, drinking heavily and smoking, his mind constantly turning over thoughts known only to himself.

This time, a car accident nearby had fortuitously saved the traffic police, but what about in the past? Who could guarantee this was the first time?

Just as the last count finished, Lueluelue flickered, and the next second, a cold, mechanical voice rang out.

She couldn't exactly say: "I’m sorry, but before I became a lawyer, I was supposed to be a psychologist."

She was still too young, and even though she had stopped being a picky eater lately, her nutrition remained mediocre—a situation that couldn't be helped.

"Pop!" With a crisp sound, his body burst into a ball of purple light, like a soap bubble popping.

He had truly had enough. One moment of such suffocating heartbreak was enough; he did not want to, and absolutely could not, let Xia Xi fall into danger again.

***

Why would Fu Lichen, a law student two years her senior, be at the Southern University Foreign Languages Department reunion?

Hearing her words, a warmth flooded Ye Sichen’s heart. He walked over, took Xia Nuan’s hand, and kissed her in front of Miko and Lacey.

Xu Xiaxi glared at Fu Lichen, cursing the scoundrel under her breath for his nonsense, but there was no opportunity for her to explain.

Upon hearing this interrogation, the system, acting like a mad dog, ignored the question entirely and continued to struggle, wailing incessantly.

Whether or not they seized the God of Wealth Imperial City was of no concern to Qin Yuxian. Even if she had to deal with the two of them later, it would be as easy as reaching out to grab something.

She herself had crawled from the position of a low-level ability user to a superhuman, so she firmly believed that hard work was the only true path.

"What? He is actually the adopted son of a god?" Jian Wuchen was shocked, his heart unable to find peace.

Seeing that she had torn a large piece of flesh from Fang Yiyu’s arm, Xinyue realized that he was only spouting nonsense to distract himself from the pain of his charred wounds, and she felt a surge of regret.

"Are you happy?" Xuanyuan Hao smiled, rubbing his chin against Murong Xuanji’s hair, breathing in her scent, before leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek.

Xuanyuan Hao! The Ninth Prince of the Beiming Kingdom, sent to the Xiqi Kingdom at fifteen as a hostage and imprisoned there for years.

"Do you believe that I’ll drop this bag in my hand right now and we’ll both go down together?" Zheng Pan roared.

"Wow, that’s a big deal. What’s your price? Just don't ask me to kill Dongfang Xuri, because I don’t think I can beat that pervert." She arched her brows playfully, then gestured for Wu Shuang to continue.

Zhao Meng looked at the house that had been burned to the ground behind them, then glanced at Wu Shuang’s current state.

Dican had cooperated with John before; the last time that traitor from the Xuanxu Temple transported drugs, it was Dican’s cargo. He knew that Red Fox was a famous mercenary organization, each member a former special forces soldier, especially skilled in covert operations, so both sides found what they needed and hit it off immediately.

***

Before long, a waiter from "Chenli Renjia" came to notify them that it was time for the reopening, and the four of them walked to the entrance of the bar together.

It wasn't that the alcohol was particularly potent; rather, they had deliberately suppressed their internal power, allowing themselves to get drunk.

The continent was no longer in turmoil, but among the myriad races, many had perished, and the powerful beings who had survived were left unconscious from the shockwaves.

Murong Xianglong helped from the side, but it was of little use. It was only then that Huang Fei noticed one of Murong Xianglong’s arms hanging limp, seemingly broken.

"My Lord..." At this moment, the sacred beasts that had been following Dugu Hong and the others finally revealed themselves. It was the ox-headed, lion-bodied creature that spoke.

For some reason, her sense of unease grew stronger. She felt the driver’s tone was odd, though she couldn't pinpoint exactly why.

The Heavenly Dao Fate Plate was created from primordial spiritual energy, so it naturally required a treasure of chaos to destroy it; any other means would find it hard to completely erase.

The ministers in the imperial court could all see that Cai Jing’s poor judgment in his speech—exacerbated by the grief of losing his son—and his improper recommendations had left the Emperor in a foul mood. Zheng Juzhong, who had a grudge against Cai Jing, was seizing this opportunity to attack him, perfectly in sync with Wang Fu.

Hearing Old Zhu’s words, Le Tian nearly slapped his own forehead. Although he didn't know the true level of Great Song firearms, hearing the formula was enough to understand the extent of their power.

"Because! ...Princess Glina’s sixteen demons are going to devour your magic soul! And you know very well what happens when you lose your soul!" Wang Rui laughed mockingly. Why explain it so clearly? Annie?! Are you at your most confused when lost in the throes of love?

This required him to hide on the roof a step ahead of time—which meant he had to silently eliminate the man already up there, then lie in wait for Ruan Da and Ruan Er to arrive.