Chapter 27

However, saying one thing to people's faces while doing another behind their backs was undoubtedly their most familiar mode of operation; once good things fell into their pockets, there was naturally no way to make them cough them back up.

Looking back, the hyena had truly laid down. Its crystal-like scales had dimmed and flattened, appearing like the way an animal’s fur settles after standing on end. Its belly rose and fell rhythmically; it had truly fallen asleep.

The changes across the Divine Land were dazzling. The Heavenly King’s Mansion had originally extended its reach to every corner of the realm, but for the moment, it was forced to shrink back and lie low.

At the same time, the man’s body expanded drastically. In the blink of an eye, he became a massive sphere, engorged with all sorts of powers—beast souls, seals, and his own strength combined.

The Holy Mother was shocked. He had been aware of all seven of her previous visits, meaning this fellow had been present during every one of those times she had accompanied the Holy Emperor?

Unfortunately, his talent had limited his future. To this day, he had achieved nothing, and his cultivation had never even truly set foot on the right path.

"An old man surnamed Mei." Her eyes held a flicker of understanding as she looked at him, a faint smile on her lips, and without hesitation, she placed a piece on the chessboard.

If this were true, then the deaths of her father, Yan Jiu, her master, Abbess Yinqiu, and many of her martial sisters, as well as the lives of Master Zhengqing and numerous disciples of the Shaolin Temple, were all the work of the Tiger-Slaughtering Gang.

Lin Ya could only hide in a secluded place to heal her wounds. Every time the night grew still and quiet, her mind would drift back to what Li Hao had done for her.

"Wait here for me; I'll be back shortly!" Ling Yun said to the group in the room before his figure instantly transformed into a blur, rushing out through the window.

And so, Chongqing grew increasingly chaotic. A movement against dictatorship, autocracy, and brutality—fighting for democracy and autonomy—erupted across the city.

Xie Qingyuan said: "The world is a bustle, driven by fame and fortune. But a gentleman loves wealth, yet he must acquire it through proper means. There are things one must do, and things one must not do; one’s actions define their honor and shame."

What exactly was this fox, Yi Tong, up to? I furrowed my brow and turned to look at him, only to see the fox’s face deathly pale. His lips, usually a soft pink, had lost all color and turned a leaden blue; his body swayed, on the verge of collapse... I hurriedly jumped off the bed to steady him.

As for the large men over there, they had been beaten into a sorry state. Few remained with all four limbs intact; while they appeared normal on the surface, most of their arms and bones were fractured.

Xiao Lin said: "I’m just asking for a beating! It would be best if he beats this flesh and blood out of my belly so I don’t have to spend money on an abortion."

Fresh blood splattered onto Yue Li’s lips. Yue Li extended her delicate pink tongue and licked away the droplet.

Yet, Xiao Feng Can Yue and Po Kui Que Sun standing to the side remained uneasy; on the contrary, they were even more worried.

If this giant tree were given time, it would become a false god of this world, just like Courage, but unfortunately, Lin Feng had arrived.

During the Tang Dynasty, Buddhism and Taoism had been working together to suppress the Demonic Sect. At that time, the Buddhist sect was powerful, and the Taoist sect had become its vassal.

They were all men—old men, a "man-god," about fifty years old, dignified in appearance, somewhat resembling Su Xiong, and currently tied up with Su Xiong.

The Necromancer was certainly no fool. The spell he had just used was called "Whispers of the Dead," a type of mental magic. If one’s mental fortitude was low, they would be pulled directly into an illusion, surrounded by endless undead. Even a god would be exhausted to death—though, of course, a god certainly wouldn't need to fall for such a trick.

"This is indeed an opportunity for us at Yunjin, but didn't the Guild Leaders say before they left that we shouldn't recruit new members without authorization while they are away?" Shadow replied.

The three of them emerged and arrived at the North City Gate to meet everyone. When Gui Xiang, Xiang Ling, Xing Hua, and the others heard that Huai Hua was still alive, they rushed over, crying and shouting in a deeply moving display of emotion.

Fifteen minutes passed, and with everything prepared, Inarritu’s brow gradually furrowed as he entered the mindset of a director on set.

The others looked at one another, and several already harbored thoughts of retreating, but upon seeing that the three most powerful academy heads had no intention of changing their minds, they could only smile bitterly and follow along.

When Cang Shenyue became a god, he learned of the past, but the future remained a total mystery to him.

However, although they had some trouble controlling their bodies, their strength was truly ferocious. Some giant beasts had scales on their bodies comparable to third or fourth-tier protective artifacts, making them difficult to pierce with spells, while others could breathe fire, water, or lightning. Anyone they touched would either be killed or severely wounded.

His eyes flashed with a sinister divine light. If White Butterfly dared to do "one," he would unhesitatingly do "fifteen."

When he first received this mission, he had been somewhat suspicious. Therefore, when he arranged for Qing Yuan to handle it, he had her both purchase the robots and contact the company for acquisition, fearing there might be some other "hidden tasks" involved.

The next moment, Song Ming felt his magical power sealed, unable to draw upon even a drop. During this process, Ye Changkong’s expression turned strange, and his body began to slowly dissipate, vanishing from this world like a shooting star.

Recalling the stinky tofu eaten earlier, it had indeed smelled pungent, but once it entered his mouth, the flavor was so good that he couldn't bear to swallow it, wishing to keep it in his mouth to savor.

Compared to the conversation between the two, which was beginning to ease, the discussion among Alan and the others was becoming increasingly difficult.

Since Li Changlin had already provided a warning earlier, the police officer was not surprised, though he gave Li Changlin a deep look.

"I hope he grows up ugly. Besides, there shouldn't be a man in this world more handsome than me!" Naturally, Li Changlin could not show a pleasant face to a romantic rival.

Chu Yan thought for a moment and simply nodded, without directly revealing his relationship with the three great God Kings.

Perhaps this could not truly resurrect Murong Banruo, but at the very least, it could allow her remaining soul to gradually strengthen under nourishment.

Consev was left speechless. Only a fool would believe the nonsense that "an upright person does not fear a crooked shadow," but if they proceeded according to the leader's plan, it would be truly impossible for the other party to find evidence.

Su Munan had been here many times and even knew the staff; naturally, she was as familiar with the place as if it were her own home.