Chapter 145: The Truth

Yang Yongzhang screamed as he clutched the gunshot wound in his thigh. Liu Yue moved to help bandage it, but then saw Cao Bin aiming his gun at him.

“Anyone who dares help him will die alongside him.”

Cao Bin’s voice was demonic, sending a tremor through everyone’s heart. Liu Yue was so frightened that he froze where he stood, not daring to move.

……

At that moment, Old Ghost watched as the forces that Ten Thousand Demon Mountain had painstakingly gathered threw themselves to their deaths like moths into a flame, and his mind was thrown into turmoil. If this continued, then even if they managed to kill the reincarnation of Xuanzang, Ten Thousand Demon Mountain would likely suffer devastating losses.

The smile on Yang Tao’s face nearly collapsed. Second Brother Jin was clearly afraid that after she married, no one from her family would be there to send wedding gifts when Li Zhong got married.

The sarcasm in Yue Yao’s words was entirely undisguised, and everyone in the room heard it. Yue Bing wanted to step in and ease the tension, but after thinking it over, decided that it would be inappropriate for her to do so. She glanced at Yue Huan instead. It was inconvenient for her to take the lead, but Yue Huan could do it.

After all, the man surnamed Gong had come from a major region, and he took a long-term view of matters. In his eyes, this operation could end in one of two ways: success, or, naturally, failure.

Two or three months later, Zhou Yan brought back three inner cores of Martial God rank. Li Feng refined them into a pill known as the Six-Soul Soul-Seizing Pill. When the pill tribulation descended, every force in Yuzhou poured forth in full strength—not even the Divine Sect was excluded.

The Zhang family already knew about this as well, but there was nothing they could do. All they could do was watch.

“Benefactor, you possess the heart of a bodhisattva. I brought you here because I wish to grant you a great opportunity,” Wangchen said gently.

Meanwhile, the dead warrior who had previously severed Xue Jian’s arm was slowly walking toward the pale-faced Xue Jian, a blood-dripping broadsword in his hand. Without the slightest hesitation, he swung it down.

The two women nodded and walked away, but before leaving, they both glanced toward the corner of the corridor more than a dozen meters away.

He could not help blaming himself. How could an ancient demon who had cultivated for a hundred thousand years lose his vigilance over something like this? He steadied his emotions, coldly looked at She Yanye, and wiped away the two tears at the corners of his eyes.

When it was Su Li’s team’s turn to continue, Meng Peng once again banned the hero Prince Lanling. His stealthy entrance made him difficult to locate accurately and posed a threat to Gan Jiang and Mo Ye’s damage output.

This belonged to the supreme and the sublime, something that a deity bound by the laws could never accomplish.

The frenzied puppet spirit Sun Li was the same. Its wildly swaying red vines seemed to have frozen in place, remaining fully extended and creating a strangely wondrous sight.

It was rare for Jiang Yushu to be reunited with her children, and she was overflowing with enthusiasm. Without even bothering to wipe away her sweat, she ran toward her eldest son and took his carp-shaped kite, patiently guiding him hand in hand.

She desperately wanted to say to the man, “Big brother, if you want to cry, then cry—but why do you have to cry all over someone else’s face? That’s incredibly inconsiderate. I’m definitely going to have a serious talk with you.”

Lu Zuoyu was an utterly ordinary young man: his appearance was average, his height was average, his intelligence was average, and even his gaming skills were average. Yet he brought new light and flavor to Li Huaiyu’s dull, monotonous life.

Chu Xi obediently nodded. She flashed Lu Zuoyu a toothy smile, her beautiful eyes curving into crescents, then slipped down from the bench and ran to the “audience seats” to watch the match.

“As for the rest, I’ll wait until bedtime to do it.” After a pause, he remembered to add one more sentence.

“You little rascal!” Gu Yulin was deeply exasperated. He had no idea how many times he had spoken to her about it over the past few days, yet she always acted as though she wanted nothing to do with anything and insisted that he go talk to Gu Yuwei instead.

She had always been skilled at reading people’s hearts, arranging troops, and making decisions from thousands of miles away. She had remained as composed as a chrysanthemum, speaking of life and death with a smile. When had she ever been this flustered?