Chapter 132: An Excursion to Kunming Lake

Liren hurriedly said to him, "Zhang Hu, you don't need to leave now. Listen in with us. If you have any good suggestions, feel free to voice them directly." Seeing that Liren wanted him to stay, Zhang Hu stepped aside and waited patiently.

"Stop putting on a display of innocence in front of me. Put away that hypocritical, foul face of yours," Han Xiao said, taking a large stride forward.

When Xichun saw it was Boss Long, a smile replaced the anger on her face. Such a boss was someone she should be fawning over, not offending.

"Yao Muchen, I won't thank you for your help. I will find a chance to duel you again in the future!" Teng Yijing said coldly while swallowing medicinal pills. His body was battered and riddled with wounds, and he had suffered heavy damage.

The power of a weapon lies in its lethality, and lethality is defined by how many lives it can claim in a single strike. In all the wars in the history of Zhancheng, there had never been a record of a weapon killing over ten thousand people at once. Today was a day for all the people of Zhancheng to remember, for they had finally witnessed the might of the most terrifying weapon in the world: artillery.

Aside from his lack of strength, Lang Hongxiang had been of great help to them along the way. It was also he who pointed out that Hu Xing’s strength was compromised; otherwise, how would they have dared to make a move so easily?

"Follow me!" Yao Muchen’s blood-red eyes flickered as he hardened his resolve. "I’ll go in first. If I’m fine, you follow. If I’m finished, find your own way out!" With that, Yao Muchen leaped into the green liquid. The thick, viscous slime immediately swallowed him, leaving only a few large bubbles rising to the surface.

Xiao Long and the others could not help but cheer. The Bodhi Spirit Tree was here, providing them with an excellent place for cultivation. From now on, they would be even more reluctant to leave.

"Survival is the only right path at this moment. If I keep fighting like this, I will surely die!" Yadong’s purple soft sword heavily cleaved through a green shadow. Suddenly catching sight of another spider leg sweeping from the lower left to cut him in half, he acted on instinct, gripped the purple soft sword with both hands, and slashed directly at the green shadow.

He reported the situation regarding the Western Black Sect to Han Xiao in detail. Finally, he concluded, "Although we have clashed with them many times, with victories and defeats on both sides, we have never been able to penetrate their core. As of now, we have yet to make contact with their top leadership."

All the formation diagrams within the Haotian Tower began to rotate. The Slaughter Temple surged with monstrous killing intent, once again manifesting into a bone sword. Twenty-four God-Demon steles roared into motion, causing blood and qi to reverse and true essence to run wild. It even began to extract the power of Pangu’s true blood, prepared to launch a fatal strike at any moment.

Immediately, his expression turned ferocious. The four skeletal wings on his back transformed into four giant palms, all raised high toward the sky.

In the eyes of others, the moment over a thousand exotic beasts attacked, Lin Tiancheng’s demise was already sealed, for even Li Muzhi, the strongest in the settlement, could not have survived a joint onslaught from so many beasts.

"Blood Emperor, I can return the Bible of the Blood Clan to you, but you must swear upon your soul that you will never cause me trouble again," Chen Bailang said coldly.

"Perhaps it’s because they see others succeed and think they can do it too," the Wind-Chasing Blade Spirit mused. Heitu said nothing more and settled back into silence.

"But if I don't use the Great Destiny Technique, I will die anyway. Since the result is the same, I’ll drag him down to the grave with me even if I have to die," Chen Qingyang said viciously.

"Senior, it is called the Six-Winged Golden Cicada. It is actually a highly toxic creature from the ancient era!" Chen Qingyang said with a bitter smile.

Halfway through the run, I glanced at Qiu, who was about to wake up. After a moment of thought, I stripped him of his clothes and kicked him away. How he chose to return was up to him.

When Lin Tiancheng flew to the first branch, he found a relatively hidden spot and stopped.

Hearing that Qian Laifu had bet over 20 billion on Lin Tiancheng, the other bosses felt as if they had eaten honey.

Yan Donglei was also well-versed in evasion and movement techniques; he fled at high speed, making it difficult for Shen Jian to close the distance.

I obediently closed my eyes, and then I felt something touch my lips, sending a wave of heat through them.

Although Jiuzhan Mountain was not a formal place for street racing, many second-generation elites came here to race and seek thrills.

"How is your leg?" Cui Yunyi looked at Wang Zhaorong, who was resting in bed. He felt deep guilt; the other party had suffered such an injury to save him. If this leg were to have any lasting complications, he would truly owe too much.

Lin Yang caught it easily and threw it with pinpoint accuracy at her face. Chu Yao immediately fell backward, splayed out on the ground.

Xu Hao’s mouth twitched. He had already made an estimation in his heart: this so-called Moon God Stone likely had no issues; the real problem was himself.

The power-charging attack left Wang Jie stunned; he felt this ability was profoundly bizarre.

Under the dim light, the youths chasing each other shed their shared disguises, their faces covered in genuine smiles.

"Is this my child? Finally born. But I’ve only been pregnant for three months. I’ve only been in this mountain village for a day, so how could I have given birth? And twins at that?" Leng Yan was utterly bewildered. Filled with doubt, she stared at the two infants, muttering to herself incessantly.

Di Jiang was originally highly adept at spatial teleportation and movement, but after swallowing the pagoda, he was restricted, and his advantage in speed could not be utilized.

He hadn't performed any foreplay last night, and that intimacy was nothing but immense torture for Ning Si.

There was another photo, a scene of Yi Jin asking me for a kiss. We were sitting in the car, he looked at me with a smile, and I tilted my head to plant a kiss on his cheek.

Xiao Fan was not idle at this moment; he intended to use this opportunity to eliminate the mercenaries lurking in the shadows so he could finally be at ease.

Ning Si stopped what she was doing and looked up at Song Huaijing, only to find that his expression was not good.

Jin Yun Peak remained the same as it had been several years ago. Su Hao did not linger long this time and headed straight to the mountainside. There were still many secret realms on the mountain, though none were Su Hao’s goal. There stood several of the most magnificent halls, each hundreds of feet tall, resplendent in gold and jade, possessing an unparalleled majesty.