Volume 1, Chapter 117: The Truth

The tentacle struck Chen Fei with brutal force, sending him flying instantly. Zhao Weijun was about to rush forward to help, but Montage waved him off.

"Don't come over!"

"But..."

"These are all illusions. They are nightmares!" Montage stated his hypothesis directly.

If that were the case, why wouldn't he appear and let Ye Shenyi make a choice? His psychic abilities were far more powerful than his own... Could it be that he didn't want to be reborn again and gain a brief moment of freedom and a new life?

The Chongzhen Emperor was so furious he nearly fainted; he felt this was a silent act of defiance, a personal grievance against him. Yet, when the official walked away, the despair in his eyes was palpable—a despair directed at the Ming Dynasty, and even more so, at the Emperor himself.

With a sudden thought, Ao Hong did not hesitate. He threw a punch, and a massive fist, enveloped in purple lightning, streaked along a perfect trajectory, slamming with unerring precision into the crimson beam of energy erupting from Luo Chen.

However, she turned and lunged at him with lightning speed. Fortunately, her weight was manageable; had it been Loki charging in such a manner, he would surely have suffered internal injuries.

Seeing Bing Xin actually cupping her hands in a respectful salute, Qing Mujiao was startled and hurriedly returned the gesture. However, halfway through his response, he froze, unable to find the words to continue.

Yet, the cavalry had already picked up speed, and stopping was no longer easy. Though inwardly shocked, Major Kitajima was experienced. He glanced ahead and saw the forest was only about two hundred meters away. If he gritted his teeth and pushed through, he might still be able to turn the tide.

Rumble! A massive roar followed as the bus exploded once more, shattering into pieces that rained down like a downpour.

The moment the shockwave from Frieza’s hand struck him, Helisi unleashed a shockwave of her own.

The vehicle continued forward, traveling along the provincial road at the edge of the village toward the Siyuan River. As they headed toward the county, the traffic gradually increased.

The Ming Dynasty was different from the Song Dynasty. The Northern Song had constant factional strife, but the court was filled with gentlemen; those who lost were merely demoted, yet they remained sincere and cordial in their private lives. In other words, they could disagree on politics, but it was limited to policy, having nothing to do with character or life-and-death.

Seeing an opponent engage in a palm strike, Bu Qianhuai held his blade in his left hand and released his right, initiating a Tai Chi diagram—the Void Destroys Reality. With a single strike, the ferocious creature couldn't even pause before being blasted away, dying on the spot.

"Wait for whoever you want, it has nothing to do with me, you jerk!" Zhou Qingshuang spat out, turning on her heel and storming out of the visitation room.

Hearing this, Tang Xin knew the outcome hinged on this one strike. Her palm wind grew sharper and faster, determined to interrupt Bu Qianhuai’s ultimate technique.

The main gate of the thousand-year-old Murong estate in Wuwei swung open. An elder with gray brows and a full head of white hair shuffled out, leaning on a cane. It was none other than the Murong family’s Grand Elder, who had previously clashed with Bu Qianhuai.

His expression shifted slightly; he quickly freed his right hand, grabbed her wrist, and yanked it downward with force.

"Haha, thank you for your kindness, I won't stand on ceremony then," Kong Daqian said with a laugh. Seeing her sit, the others followed suit and began to eat.

Yin Ruojun grabbed Mo Xi’s hand, ready to run forward, but after glancing at their surroundings, she froze.

Hearing the thug’s call, the others crowded around, bringing Xu Guohui along with them.

Yin Ruojun looked at her bound hands, then at Mo Xi’s. She became agitated; why was she tied so tightly that it actually hurt?

Seeing that it was past 11:30, her heart began to flutter. She pulled out her phone and called Kang Qiao, but it went unanswered.

Moreover, if sealing such a rift required Isa’s blood... how much would be enough?

His actions spurred his companions on. At that moment, the aura of the seven of them overwhelmed the ten opponents. They lowered their masks; even though they were only wearing leather armor, they were prepared to clash with their opponents' steel, showing them that their bones were just as hard as the metal they wore.

Qian Wanqing had many doubts and asked the most critical question: "Was the talisman used by that pale-faced cultivator the legendary Spirit Gathering Talisman?" He had heard of such talismans; in his era, they were even rarer, and obtaining one meant paying a high price at an auction.

She took one glance and saw Yu Musen, Le Zhengyu, and even Tang Shuyao, with the stern old man Xia Jianze sitting nearby.

Such a problem, let alone for a newly sentient Wind Heaven Beast, was difficult for even a veteran cultivator to discern. It was no wonder Mo Huo happened to have a technique for dark-attribute spirit roots, which allowed him to suppress his opponent.

She wanted to step forward and tease the man who blushed at the slightest provocation, but she heard a noise outside the hall. It must have been Mo Yan arriving. She couldn't act out anymore, so she reluctantly straightened up and stepped aside.

"Yes, I had this feeling while in the city, but it wasn't obvious. After leaving, it became much clearer," Charlotte said, frowning.

Those outside the Heavenly Tower had no idea that Ye Feng had begun cultivating inside. The tower was guarded everywhere to prevent them from escaping, and even if they didn't escape, it was assumed they would die inside within a few years.

The Black Dragon immediately guessed their thoughts, but in this situation, how could Mo Huo go back on his word and accept the Black Dragon’s conditions?

Lin Qianyu took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down before dialing Yu Musen’s number.

He looked somewhat traumatized, as if he believed that with Xia Mo around, he wouldn't be tortured by the acupressure mat again.

I looked at Lu Mochuan nervously, using my eyes to signal, "Mr. Lu, please don't let slip that incident about me being delusional."

After picking out clothes for a long time, I suggested a suit, but he said it was too formal and uncomfortable. I suggested casual wear, but he said he wasn't used to it. Finally, Yang Ling replied coldly, "So much trouble. I think it’s best if you don't wear anything at all."