Chapter 109: The Atlanta Cripple Gang

After dinner, Zhuo Ning curled up in Ao Xi’s arms to watch an American TV series. Meanwhile, Ao Xi surreptitiously used his phone to browse for "goddesses" on Twitter. Tsk tsk, beautiful, he loved it.

"Ao Xi," Zhuo Ning suddenly said.

"Huh?" Ao Xi was startled, nearly dropping his phone. He hurriedly swiped to close Twitter. "What’s wrong, baby?"

"Nothing. I was just thinking, since you’ll be working at the General Bureau from now on, living here is a bit of a commute."

Ao Xi scratched his head. "It’s a forty-minute trip back and forth..."

His father had already rushed over from another location. Seeing Ling Xiyin’s condition, he asked anxiously.

That feeling of a butcher’s blade at one's throat and dark clouds looming overhead caused even the towering figures of the Saintly Path within the Emperor’s Manor to turn pale, their hearts pounding with terror.

Chen Dong reached the stairwell of his building. A man in a black shirt sat on the steps, smoking, his face dim and his demeanor listless.

The opening of the auction featured thousand-year-old spirit herbs. To those with deep resources, this was nothing special, but to the typically impoverished wandering cultivators, these were rare and precious elixirs. They grew excited, most speculating that even better treasures would appear later that night.

Master Tan was no fool. Providing false testimony for Lord Zhou was equivalent to handing him a weapon; how could Lord Zhou allow such a liability to remain in this world? Burning bridges and discarding the bow once the birds were hunted—that was Lord Zhou’s style.

The powers of the Thunder God and the Bear God surged within him. Rhode roared and charged forward. Endless lightning gathered again in his hands, and his mithril battle-axe shimmered, exploding like a ball of thunder and blasting away every greenskin in his path.

The sunset over the Western Mountains hovered behind them, looking from a distance as if the sun had been bitten in half, before slowly sinking entirely behind their backs.

Action followed thought. An Yi immediately prepared a large supply of dry rations and water, requested half a day off, and went to the marketplace to buy an ordinary low-grade magical artifact, some hemostatic powder, bruise-dispersing powder, detox pills, a phantasm formation disk, and an isolation formation disk.

Behind Liu Ziyu, the towering, sky-reaching phantoms of eighty-three primordial Heavenly Court god-kings rose up.

Behind him, twenty thousand Northern Border soldiers flexed their muscles, emitting low, beast-like growls. They had never felt such high morale. Throughout their journey, they firmly believed their leader would lead the legion to victory. They had even survived the invasion of Grimgor Ironhide; what else was there to fear?

Unexpectedly, even before the grand tournament had begun, two cultivators at the eighth level of the Golden Core stage had already clashed.

Since they refused to give Huai Ren a chance to argue his case, Huai Ren would show no mercy. Even the most heinous villains begged for their lives before dying, and he had never spared a single one.

"What’s wrong? Is there anything else that feels uncomfortable?" Yang Cong looked at Sakura, full of confusion.

That was why she grew increasingly reluctant to return to see her father! Twenty years had passed since she last left and finally returned now! If it hadn't been for the Yunhai Pavilion summoning her by the order of their ancestors, she might not have returned so soon.

Once the restrictions here were undone, Yang Cong and the others all stepped inside.

Hearing Guan Ruitian’s words, Ye Feng sneered, a look of disdain flashing across his eyes.

Compared to Yang Cong’s method of melting things with flames, Sota’s camera-like void ability was much better.

Two men in blue robes stood with their arms crossed over their chests, standing guard solemnly behind him like two iron towers.

As for the Four Seas Navy obeying orders but not people, there were prerequisites. The Four Dragon Kings were certain that as soon as the four of them appeared, the shrimp soldiers and crab generals would defect immediately, rendering the military tally nothing more than a useless piece of jade.

Yun Fuxiao shuddered at Nangong Qing’s actions. She didn't even dare to look back, burying her head in her arms like an ostrich, fearing that if she couldn't resist turning around, Nangong Qing might silence her to save his own face.