89 Divine Punishment

A middle-aged man appeared out of nowhere beside him, swinging a halberd to block the flying sword.

The sword buzzed violently, as though it might break free of Xue Pingzhi’s control at any moment and fly back.

Xue Pingzhi was shocked.

When had this strange middle-aged man gotten so close?

He had not sensed him at all.

One had to know that at this moment he was deep inside the mountain, surrounded by sealed-off space. This man’s concealment skills were far too extraordinary.

Rong Yu’s room, just like her, was plain and simple. Aside from a few basic pieces of furniture, there was nothing else inside.

As the three of us moved toward each other at the same time, the skeleton shattered the soldier’s skull, then lifted two bloodied hands and suddenly twisted its body to pounce toward us.

Light and shadows flickered in the void. In the distance, a blue ox appeared, atop it a veiled elder whose figure was faint and indistinct. Driving the blue ox, he charged straight at him.

Brocade satin, though not as fine as celestial silkworm silk or water-cloud satin, was still a superior-grade fabric. Anyone who could afford to wear it was either rich or noble.

Things had already come to this. If the King of Hell truly meant to kill me, then no matter how hard I struggled to survive, now that I no longer had any use, I would not escape his grasp.

I had long heard that Chu Qingqiu was a man of extreme contradictions. Outwardly, he was a spotless, elegant gentleman, yet when he made a move he was like a ferocious general. His favored weapons were a pair of heavy hammers.

The senior officer offered a drink, and Tang Mengyu had to return the toast. Tang Mengyu also took out a cup, filled it halfway with beer, and drank it all in one go.

“Fuck your mother! You still dare lay hands on Brother Peng!”

Someone kicked me hard in the small of the back. The three friends of Zheng Dapeng rushed at me at once, raining punches and kicks down on me.

Back in the underworld, seeing that everything around me remained unchanged, I finally let out a sigh of relief. For me, being able to keep things as they were was already good news.

After eating and drinking my fill, Tang Mengyu even took me to her bedroom for a nap. The next day, Tang Mengyu drove me to Tianhai City.

“The details can wait until then. I’ll explain them to Daoist Lin more fully later. The key point still depends on you,” Xiao Jingteng said.

He looked at the Demon-Suppressing Sword in his hand. In the past he had not felt much about it, but now that his cultivation had risen, its destructive power naturally revealed itself. A high-grade immortal artifact, once unleashed to its full extent, could even cleave open the entire Immortal Realm. Better not use it carelessly.

Chen Xiaowan had thought Fang Wei was speaking up for him, and was delighted at once. Unexpectedly, Fang Wei was not helping him at all, but instead wanted to settle accounts with him. Settle them, then—he just didn’t know how that debt was meant to be calculated.

Idle days could not last more than a few days, though at least during those days I truly could do nothing at all.

When Kaisa opened his eyes in comfort, Lan Yan had already left, leaving only a note of thanks and nothing else.

“Are you saying Uncle Wang got this from Teacher Blank, or that Teacher Blank got it from Uncle Wang?” Yun Ting asked.

Perez played him the pass. The angle was a little off, but Kaisa’s balance was exceptional, and even though it was slightly overhit he was still able to control the ball. On the other side, Sektioyou made a run to drag away Bahia and Bowey’s attention; otherwise Kaisa would not have found it so easy to score.

Dainier raised a finger and began to set the pace. Yesterday, after discovering that Lota had been “turned green,” she spent the whole night thinking, and finally came up with a plan that was not really a plan.

Manchester United had still not begun negotiations over Ronaldo’s departure. They were waiting for offers from other clubs and comparing them. As long as the bid was good enough, Ronaldo’s next team might not necessarily be Real Madrid.

Ye Modao and Mu Qianxi both showed puzzled expressions when they looked at the fragments of the spirit artifact. This was the first time they had ever sensed such an aura.

In a gray, dim world, a figure suddenly appeared. Ling Yun studied the space, a trace of curiosity in his eyes.