Chapter 124: Who Exactly Was It That Attacked Me?

Zhao Aikun’s entire left arm had been pierced through by a bullet, leaving a large wound—a direct hole. Just by looking at it, one could tell it was caused by such a heavy weapon.

Zhao Aikun was extremely intelligent, quick-witted, and sharp-minded, but his physical constitution was no different from that of an ordinary person; in fact, it was far weaker than that of an average individual.

At the very moment he was struck by the bullet, he was still...

“Then... Second Brother, your sacrifice wasn’t in vain, and Second Sister-in-law won’t be so pitiful,” Lan Aofei said, eyes wide and voice exaggerated as he looked at Lan Aoyi.

“Damn it, who exactly would dare assassinate us?” Yu Bo said grimly. Yu Bo was skilled in close-quarters combat, but when it came to sniping with long-range firearms, he was helpless.

“Uh, well, honestly, I wouldn’t do such a thing,” Jian Junmo finally realized that they were merely puppets.

After winding through many twists and turns, they entered an exceptionally large arena. The arena's outer walls soared hundreds of meters high, towering and majestic. Statues of countless warriors from various races who had galloped across battlefields adorned the walls, creating a breathtaking visual impact.

Feng Le casually asked about the continuous screams echoing from afar. Feng Le’s heart remained unmoved, not even blinking an eye. He knew well it was a futile endeavor to interfere—seeking death for oneself and blaming others for it was unjust.

Within the realm of seclusion, time seemed to vanish. For cultivators immersed in passion and cultivation, the passage of time was imperceptible. Zeng Hao had no idea how much time he had spent merging with this body.

Upon reaching the fourth level, Zeng Hao saw a middle-aged man in his forties sitting cross-legged on a meditation cushion in deep contemplation. He was clearly the guardian of the fourth level. Zeng Hao couldn’t discern the man’s cultivation level, but it was obviously far higher than his own.

Lu Lin’s heart tightened. He considered one possibility: because the opponent had very few skills, aside from the initial sneak attack, he had only sporadically used phantom-like bursts of speed.

But no matter what, this approach was still somewhat risky. After all, he only needed to remain secluded here for a few years before leaving; there should be no danger.

Yet who was Lu Lin? This fellow’s thick skin was no less than a city wall. His slightly flushed face remained stern as he strode into the Immortal Forest Hall.

“How’s the matter going?” Master Dongzi sat on the sofa, holding a cup of milk, looking completely at ease as he watched Dongzi.

Those recommended by the Xuan Clan and Tian Clan might not be men of noble character, but they were certainly formidable warriors, the best fighters. As for assessing their character, that was a matter for the two clans themselves.

With a gentle movement, eight thick tentacles on the body rose, their surfaces densely lined with rows of suction cups. Slapping onto the rock, the suction cups stuck firmly, unyielding even to great force.

At the very top of the seven-layer Puppet Tower, in eternal desolate darkness, Fen Dai watched as a towering puppet, almost inhuman in stature, slowly approached with heavy steps.

When his right foot finally touched the ground, Lin Liang let out a sigh of relief, knowing he had reached the bottom of the Dragon Liquid Pool. He quickly opened his eyes, looking around.

Huang Yue took a few gulps of mineral water and said, “I’m just carrying some extra weight; what you see is an illusion. In reality, I’m just like that guy.” He pointed to a pale, thin boy not far behind.

“Don’t rush yet,” Nan Feng shook his head. It had snowed earlier, and if they went to check now, it would be easy to leave footprints.

Before Su Wenwen could finish speaking, Han Ke took the lead, saying, “Let’s go together. I’ll come pick you up later, and we can have lunch together!” After saying this, Han Ke hung up first, leaving Su Wenwen no room to refuse.

A spatial rift rapidly appeared on the ground. The body that Lin Yu had seized was drawn into the rift, which then closed once more.