Chapter 113: Killing Her Husband

Over the past few years, the Red Serpent had been quietly expanding, absorbing mercenary groups too weak to resist. By the time everyone realized it, it had become a colossal force, directly intervening in a multitude of affairs.

Every day, I mixed different drinks for different people, watching the varied faces and painted masks, each carrying their own wounds, while I remained powerless. Gradually, I came to understand the Buddha’s teaching that all beings suffer, and slowly grasped the Buddha’s helplessness.

During the discussion, Tang Ying was forcibly brought over and pressured to share his thoughts.

Gui Mu and Jiang Ze were about to charge forward, but upon witnessing the death of Bighead Fish, they were so shocked that they retreated back to the hill.

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Xia Tong kept a constant watch on Tang Ying. She knew what he was up to and understood that this matter was far from a simple undertaking.

They repeatedly kowtowed, and when they finally looked up, the fire was already blazing. They believed it was Nezha manifesting, and word spread quickly—one passed to ten, ten to a hundred—bringing more visitors to pay their respects. I did all I could to help those worshippers fulfill their wishes.

“You’re nodding and shaking your head—what exactly does that mean? Speak up quickly,” Shao Jin urged Tang Ying.

In their eyes was profound affection, the accumulation of many years, a love built bit by bit.

Though anger burned fiercely within, Lin Di refrained from attacking the old and the children. The elderly were ignorant, the children naive; ultimately, their misdeeds were only incited by those behind them.

Apart from Xie Zongzhuo, the other four malevolent spirits were all at the eighth realm of power. This time, Xie Zongzhuo brought such a formidable lineup to ensure absolute success—after all, the strange incident with Ye Mu’s body last time still haunted him.

“Look, that’s the Divine Sword Palace. Below the palace lies Divine Sword Mountain, soaring three thousand eight hundred zhang high—much taller than the highest peak of the Yunxiao Sect,” Qing Feng explained to A Sheng.

After all, the Qingyun Holy Kingdom was a seven-star sacred dynasty; the cultivation environment and resources for disciples of noble families far surpassed those of the noble families and sects in Dali.

Several months ago, Ye Tian battled several heavenly realm masters atop Tianjian Mountain, annihilating four of them, including the strongest in the Southern Province, the Heavenly Sword Ancestor Chen Haotian.

Note: To become a qualified warrior, one must first possess a robust physique. Daily repetition of the above training will strengthen your body and spirit, allowing better control over the evil soul’s power within.

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The moment he said “It’s nothing,” someone pushed Lin Di again, causing his previously withdrawn hand to reach out once more.

Within the spherical seal that bound the white clouds seemed to lie the stripped essence of a demon beast’s aura, extracted from its blood.

Unexpectedly, Han Xue refused to drink, all for the sake of a worthless man with a child, infuriating Wang Zhaopeng.

A Sheng was taken to the military camp beside the city gate, where the city guard was stationed. At this critical time, a temporary interrogation room was set up specifically to question suspicious individuals.

I hazily drifted through the entire morning until my mother came home at noon and pulled me up from the sofa.

However, such turmoil would not arise in the Western Barbarian Empire because they worship the Barbarian God. Under its divine decree, these barbarians would unite as one, preventing any internal strife.

Ren Feifan felt the terror of the strike as his vital energy and demonic aura surged throughout his body, propelling him entirely off the ship.

As the saying goes, “Live and learn.” These scholars had studied for decades and surely possessed unique insights. One cannot dismiss them simply because they were old and still participated in the imperial examinations. Among them were many truly talented individuals who had yet to find an opportunity to showcase their ambitions.

He tried to cast a healing spell to save himself, but just as he raised his hand, Dake kicked him hard in the stomach. His vision blurred as he crashed heavily to the ground.

Yet when he saw Mu Feng’s attitude toward the Han, he immediately sensed that expressing gratitude would be difficult.

With those words spoken, the Demon King transformed into a black mist and headed straight for the second inheritance pillar.

To confirm his suspicions, Ren Feifan moved toward the demoness again, even reaching out to touch her hand.

Now in Ganzhou City, black-clad soldiers on the city walls held their blades, their eyes scanning both outside and inside the city, leaving the question of their true loyalty hanging in the air.

Naturally unaware, Lin Qi had already drawn the attention of the Seventh Prince Zhao Yu. He now sat alone in the northern army’s command tent, facing the grand marshal Peng Mianzhao, nervously awaiting his fate.

Ye Han was somewhat dazed; he had thought the old man was joking, but everything happened so suddenly. He had expected the old man to produce some treasure to gift him, but in the end, it was still the essence of the five types of power.

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Those familiar with the place knew well the hidden dangers beneath such breathtaking beauty.

Fear and apprehension flashed in her eyes, but soon a look of determination replaced them. She grasped one of Lin Ruge’s hands, seeking reassurance.

At that moment, the six seas suddenly roared like mountains and tides, colossal waves surged, and six beams of blue light, each dozens of zhang thick, pierced through the void, striking the dark orb.

When Qi Zhu spoke so sharply, the three emperors felt slapped by an invisible hand, their faces darkened but they dared not scold him.

What puzzled Huang Xuanling was that such things usually only appeared where corpses piled high, evil qi and resentment were intense, and the atmosphere extremely sinister.

Using immortality and even eternity as kindling, the power she wielded not only failed to suppress the chaotic fire, but instead fanned its flames.

Huang Xuanpu was secretly pleased to see his descendants receive so many treasures. With a wave of his hand, he sent the young men away.

After all, Meng Zhu was a transcendental immortal warrior and understood better than anyone present what the ancient spiritual artifacts truly meant.

On the Chicheng side, since he was assigned the crucial central manufacturing task, nearly a hundred engineers worked day and night. After a year, the project was finally completed.

John Cena’s championship count vastly outnumbers Li Tianze’s, making it the only thing keeping Li Tianze firmly in check. To surpass him, Li Tianze would still need time to accumulate more titles.

After stripping off the wild boar’s hide, Ji Dong prepared to withdraw his troops; after all, only the hide of the ferocious boar was of any use.

“Dad, Mom is right. You need to drink in moderation. Too much is never good!” Zheng Xuanqi advised, knowing that in about ten years, his father’s drinking would cause uncontrollable hypertension, requiring daily medication that would weaken his constitution far below what it was now.