Chapter 139: Echoes of the Past, Part 11

Feeling the intense heat radiating from Long Teng, Fenghuang also sensed that if this continued, something she was unwilling to see would inevitably occur.

Clearly, without a doubt, that was the very reason why the Southern Town King had come to view Long Teng and his squad of new recruits from the Vanguard Battalion with newfound respect after they completed the destruction of the enemy’s provisions.

As long as his true intentions remained concealed, a veil would persist between him and the primordial Heavenly Dao. Hongjun could only see a haze surrounding him, unable to discern his genuine purpose—at most, only suspicion.

Later, during an attack by that humanoid demon, Yin Mo completely lost his sanity. Jian Quan observed clearly that at that moment, the sword in Yin Mo’s hand lost its white glow entirely, replaced wholly by a crimson hue.

“Yuan Yuan, I will love you for a lifetime. Why not just yield to me and marry me?” The man had long since slipped behind Zhang Shunfeng and began making advances on Yu Yuan, entangling her in his clutches.

If the Church truly possessed formidable power, failing to find a way to strengthen oneself at this moment could lead not only to hardship but possibly death, allowing others to reap the fruits of one’s painstakingly gathered resources—a laughable prospect indeed.

Lang Xie stood before everyone, her slender figure erecting an impregnable wall between herself and the others.

Yun Moyu pursed her lips, attempting to touch her nose and evade his burning gaze. Yet the man was astute, seizing her hand directly. Yun Moyu protested, using her free hand to counterattack, but the man matched her strength effortlessly; within two seconds, he had firmly trapped her rebellious hands in the palm of one hand.

“Your binding technique is incredibly powerful, surpassing even the elders of my clan. If you are willing to teach me, I will do whatever you ask!” Wuxin’s icy expression vanished, replaced by flushed excitement, clearly overwhelmed.

Zhan Zhao and I received our orders and withdrew, returning to Kaifeng Prefecture to prepare. As I was leaving, I discovered Zhan Zhao riding “Snow Treader,” the horse I had obtained in Hangzhou.

Han Xiao and Su Luo exchanged glances, both speechless. Faced with Gu Yinghan’s drastic transformation, they were momentarily at a loss. Gu Yinghan herself, however, appeared indifferent.

Tang Dingguo sneered coldly. Since you refuse to regard me with respect, I see no reason to honor you as the leader any longer.

“What should we do then? Shall we just burn the corpse? If so, both pairs of eyes must be burned,” Zhang Zhengdong shouted.

First, mobilize the gentry of Changting to swiftly establish the Changting County Democratic Government, with Vice Political Commissar Cheng Liang taking direct responsibility.

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Xuan Yue racked her brains, carefully pondering a name for her sword technique. This would be her ultimate skill, a unique masterpiece, so naturally, it deserved a beautiful name.

After finishing, Lin Tian shone his flashlight around; apart from a few people, indeed no one else was present.

The rule was left by the ancestors who built the Mountain God Temple here long ago: if one goes out at night to lead the way up the mountain, it would disturb the sleeping Mountain God and invite mortal danger.

The two arrived at the deceased’s home and paid respects according to local customs. From the family, they learned that Uncle Dong had taken the relatives to choose a grave.

Everyone knelt in unison. Even Xuan Boyong and Lin Shiguo knelt; who else would dare to remain standing?

Huang Bei Yue’s expression remained calm and unchanged, as if merely joking casually, composed and collected.

The leader of the gambling den was a tall, muscular black man, holding a laser cannon aimed directly at Brooks, shouting threats.

Yaoming Peng, a hundred zhang tall, with black, hard feathers, was struck by the red light on his outspread wings. He let out a fierce roar and struggled, but the red light’s immense power locked him firmly, preventing escape.

Meng Ziliang was stunned, unsure of what he had done wrong. Caring was also wrong? Was indifference the right path?

In the previous life, many bases operated this way. By then, it was the late post-apocalyptic era, and due to the growing disparities among evolved beings, humanity was starkly divided into hierarchies under the law of the strong preying on the weak.

Although Proud Island was isolated, news of Shen Fengge’s arrival there was unlikely to spread. Yet, since Xifeng Tower guarded the island’s perimeter daily, on the first day there, Qin Siqi caught wind of the news.

Perhaps out of caution, they chose to observe first and wait for an opportune moment rather than confront Ye Mo immediately.

Then, placing the other end to his lips and inhaling gently, gasoline from the tank was drawn up through the plastic tube by Ye Feng.

Traveling from Yinyuan City with Ye Feng, he had encountered ruffians like Yan Qing, treacherous bosses like Wang Xianhao, and even scoundrels like Tie Hu.

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What surprised Shen Linfeng was that outside, the world was covered in ice and snow, yet inside the room it was as warm as spring. Two braziers burned brightly on the ground, and carefully cured beef hung from the beams.

Sasaki was powerless. At this gathering of masters from various sects, even an ordinary adult could handle Sasaki. Yet her ferocious demeanor caused everyone to momentarily hold their breath.

During this time, everyone was poor. If one could obtain a hundred wild rabbit traps and scatter them throughout the mountains, it would be a boon.

“Tonight, having me wear the Blood Oath League uniform when you sent me out was a brilliant decision,” Burton said, rubbing his head nervously, half doubting his own sanity.

After both achieved success and announced their marriage, they orchestrated a kidnapping that ultimately caused her to fall off a cliff, leaving no remains.

His father died, and the family sent him to dig a pit on the plateau. That useless fellow hid in a stone cave, warming himself alone by the fire.

Recently, Shen Xin’s popularity continued to rise. As her fans grew, so did the number of detractors.

Qu Jinghui felt a surge of gratitude. Raising his hand to signal everyone, his voice was gentle yet resolute. “Everyone, please follow me this way.” His gaze swept their faces with undeniable determination.

Qu Qingge and the others nodded obediently, silently following the Princess Li as they left this place of turmoil behind.

“Very well. Since Monkey Head is your senior brother, neither of you shall leave. Leave the two pig heads and the monkey head here,” Guang Chengzi said with a mix of seriousness and teasing. The elder Taoists then drew their swords.

The Gu family was in utter disarray, rushing back to Hua Ruxue’s villa only to find their belongings already being thrown out.