Chapter 28: The Death of the Supporting Character

At this moment, the original body had reached an extremely fragile yet critical juncture. This was the solidification phase of the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Tribulation, a stage that could not tolerate any interruption. If disrupted, the best-case scenario would be a permanent stagnation in Zhao Yuan’s cultivation realm, while the worst-case scenario would be the immediate dissipation of his soul!

"Brat!" Wei Xiao laughed and cursed, sitting down helplessly to contemplate how to deal with Tang Jingde. As for how to extract firsthand information from Tang, the only person who came to mind was Eleven.

"Damn it, what kind of attitude is that! Only Lan Yin is the best." Wei Xiao chuckled. He looked at Lan Yin, about to say something, but noticed that although she was looking at him, her gaze seemed off. Upon closer inspection, he realized her eyes were glazed over, staring into space.

"Mo-mo..." Zhang Ziyang, who had intended to continue his explanation, swallowed his words when he caught the disappointment and resistance in Xia Ranmo's eyes. No matter how he explained it today, she wouldn't listen. It seemed he would have to try again next time.

He broke all the seals on his body, and with a surge of immense malevolence, he charged out of the Prince's Mansion. Everyone on the battlefield felt this immense power, especially the eight sect masters. Upon sensing this aura, their faces, previously filled with mockery, were replaced by expressions of extreme shock.

Dongfang Tian followed his grandfather, wondering what other warnings his grandfather might have for him besides today's events.

Thirty years later, upon hearing the news of the Prince of Beihai, Li Su, passing away in Chang'an, Li He, the Senior Secretary of the Anxi Protectorate of the Great Tang, rode his horse to the foot of the Tianshan Mountains. He stood there for a long time, gazing eastward. Two years later, Li He was promoted to the Governor of Zhaobei, commanding the northern regions of the former nine Zhaowu states and guarding the western frontier of the empire.

In the empty space before the old man in grey robes, many flashing indicator lights flickered, displaying the status of the flight artifact.

Others didn't see it, but Wei Xiao saw that faint smile on the old man’s face clearly! What was this perverted old man planning?! "Hey, old man, tell them to let me go first!" Never mind anything else; he had to get himself released first.

Wang Yao also saw Lin Peng and paused slightly, seemingly surprised by his sudden appearance.

Liu Xiana asked with concern. She finally understood why Dugu Shuqin had said those things to her on the mountain that night.

"He went to pick up girls! He’s not drinking!" Lang Xihai stuttered with a flushed face. "Boss! Let's keep drinking!" As he spoke, Lang Xihai collapsed to the ground with a thud, the red wine in his hand flying away.

That was Yan Xiange. She had seen him by Ji Yuan's side and knew that Ji Yuan relied heavily on him because his strength was among the best of all the puppets under his control.

Beigong Boyu had indeed intended to do so, but Aji quickly slapped a label on him. Hearing Aji’s words, Beigong Boyu dared not argue further.

The guide looked up and shouted repeatedly at them, gesturing for them to kneel. "What are they saying?" Chen Shi'an asked Ramirez.

"Senior! Senior! What about me? What about me?" Seeing that the others had been recruited by the basketball team captain, Luo Cheng jumped up and waved his hands.

But surprisingly, neither he nor the other felt any resistance to what had just happened. On the contrary, it felt extremely comfortable and gentle, as if this was exactly what they had hoped for.

Er Hei, having been tossed to the ground without warning, rolled several times until he came to a stop at A’ying’s feet.

Afterward, the butler reported the household affairs to King Li, as well as the identities of the most distinguished guests who had arrived that day.

After his death, Ding Yan’s soul did not enter the cycle of reincarnation; instead, it strangely traversed into this world. Regrettably, after transmigrating, Ding Yan was not reborn but remained in a state of a soul, struggling to survive in this world.

Seeing this sword glow, Ye Tian narrowed his eyes, gazing at it solemnly. The power of this blade was equivalent to the peak of the middle stage of Qi Refining. This was only because Liu Bin was using his finger as a sword; if he had used a real sword, the power would have been equivalent to the late stage of Qi Refining.

After all, Tuhai was her senior brother, and they had lived together for so long; there was always some lingering affection.

However, Ye Nan’s attack was useless against the heavenly lightning. The coins, imbued with the internal energy of a peak acquired master, were knocked away the moment they touched the lightning. Then, the lightning fell upon the defenseless Ye Nan, who helplessly closed his eyes, awaiting the end.

"It’s him!" The moment Jin Xi saw this chief manager, she recognized him. Wasn't that Qin Langyue, who had come to the Shangmei Mountain villa years ago to purchase fresh fruit and indirectly inspired her to open "Fruit Talk"?

Mu Yirou bit her lip, her eyes brimming with tears upon hearing the old madam’s words.

"Hmph! What do you think? I'm going to kill you, of course." Following a flash of cold light, a thin red line of blood appeared on the dark-clad man's neck. It had taken Ye Tian only a second to go and return; the onlookers only saw him vanish from his spot and reappear in the same position.

However, Qin Yi and the others were not concerned with these matters. At this moment, they muttered in confusion: Synthesis?

The "Welcome Guest" inn was some distance from the port, and it wasn't until noon that the group finally arrived in the vicinity.

At the same time, "Into the Wild," which had successfully secured a nomination for Best Film Editing, became the ultimate dark horse for a reversal.

Sun Fengzhao, thinking the iron hammer was a fake, smashed it against the ground, instantly shattering a large piece of the bluestone paving. Only then did he realize these weapons were made of solid material.

It was just that although the two were similar in age, they belonged to different generations, which was indeed a bit awkward.

She only wanted her father to face his feelings for her mother—the fact that he couldn't let go—more honestly, so she had played a joke on him.

After the man in the black robe finished speaking, he stopped looking at the others and domineeringly wrapped his arm around Mu Xiang’s waist. With a light tap of his toes, he spun into the carriage.

Gu Youran, who was scouting the path in front, knew best that this fissure was likely not the same one that Old Man Li had descended into back then.

Mu Xiang felt a pang of heartache for her resilience. "Even if the arrow is removed, you must be careful. You’ve lost so much blood; you might develop a fever tonight. Later, I’ll have someone brew medicine and send it to you. Tonight, I’ll have Xique and Chen Ma take turns watching you. Don’t tell me you’re fine; wait until you’re out of the danger zone." She turned and left after saying this.