Chapter 34: The Die Is Cast

"Brother Ling, you're hurting me, please let go!"

Ignoring her pleas, Gongcheng Ling forcibly removed the bracelet from Moqi Hui's wrist. He held it up, inspecting it repeatedly and wiping it meticulously with his sleeve, as if terrified that even a speck of dust might settle upon it.

"Hey, hey, hey! Is anyone going to pay attention to me? If this young master is no longer needed, I’m leaving."

Chen Fang put on his clothes, looking at the people in the room with evident impatience.

"Do not be insolent!"

But why, the moment he appeared, did he act as if we were sworn enemies destined for a life-or-death struggle?

Ninjas are tenacious creatures. Thanks to that miraculous substance known as chakra, their bodies possess enhanced abilities across the board. However, it is quite rare to encounter individuals like Hidan and Kakuzu, who essentially possess no vital weak points anywhere on their bodies.

The next moment, the Pixiu collided with the battle-axe, which had already transformed into a hazy, indistinct phantom. It was like a comet striking the earth, erupting with a terrifying shockwave. Neither Hong Wu nor the bearded man could withstand it; they were instantly blasted away by the expanding wave of energy.

Beyond that, Bi Qi’s storage bag contained some clothing and bedding, daily necessities like towels and mats, as well as some gold and silver ingots, and snacks such as walnuts, persimmon cakes, melon seeds, water chestnut kernels, dried bamboo shoots, and hazelnuts.

He had suppressed all his political rivals and elevated his prestige to an extreme, seemingly emerging as the victor in the power struggle against Empress Xiaozhuang and her son. In reality, however, he was a loser when it came to time.

Even if the High God were to manifest, it would change nothing, for most people have completely forgotten the past. In their eyes, there is only the Holy Mountain and the Holy Lord.

Having spent a month in the military camp—doing nothing but killing aliens or sleeping—I was truly bored. I decided to treat this as a vacation, a vacation without any reservations.

"Wealth, treasures, power!" Watching the Nine-Nether beast cores piling up in his spatial ring, Lin Yu was immensely exhilarated. At this moment, he was like a beggar who had walked into a mountain of gold, looting frantically, tireless and insatiable.

The ancestor of the Chen clan was merely an early-stage mighty figure; what could he possibly achieve even with a desperate final counterattack? Not to mention that he was using fire-based attacks, which made the whole thing even more of a joke.

"Do as I say, and you will have anything you wish to eat." I patted my pocket, turned my head to look out the window, and spoke indifferently.

However, when Lu Kang looked at the odds for a draw, which were as high as one to eight, he thought to himself that it would take a great deal of luck to actually hit that outcome.

Yet, in every hidden corner, heavily armed soldiers were already stationed, standing in strict formation and awaiting orders.

The Immortal Lord Mingge was not bad; he was a smiling, kindly old man with white hair and a white beard, appearing benevolent and treating Yan Nuo with courtesy. But that courtesy was, to a greater or lesser extent, due to her status. So, even when Yan Nuo tried to get close to him, this wily old fox would play dumb and keep her at arm's length.

Therefore, Zhang Jian altered his appearance and condensed his aura to resemble that of a first-stage Great Demon God.

They were both divorced; Yan Chu had taken the initiative to leave her former husband, while she had been discarded by her former husband's family. How could He Hua not feel a lingering sense of injustice in her heart?

Below, the vast, surging Giant race formed a torrent. Each of them stood ten zhang tall, with bulging, knotty muscles like pythons. Their life force surged out, piercing through their bodies and shooting into the heavens. Great serpents roamed, swallowing the clouds and mist, exhaling frigid winds that froze the land for ten thousand miles.

Immediately, Taoist Wugui instructed his two acolytes to guard the gate, and just as he had done the first time, he set off alone toward the deep chaos beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Only the Quasi-Emperor Cang He and Yun Chen remained composed, meeting Jiang Yichen's gaze with calm indifference.

He refused. Knowing that he had little time left, he did not want to waste his remaining days in a hospital bed.

She wondered if she should find a time to discipline this Nanny Mu again, to make her understand the proper hierarchy between master and servant.