Chapter 183: Setting Up the Defense System

Meanwhile, Cao Bin sat nearby smoking a cigarette and drinking a cola, his expression utterly nonchalant.

He had very little interest in these so-called human tragedies.

With no way of knowing whether this world could even be saved in the end, who had the spare time to care about other people's pasts? At most, it was just the inherent maternal radiance within these women that sparked their concern upon hearing such pitiful tales.

"Wang Zihao, why do you let them follow you?" Xia Meiling's tone had softened considerably.

"Six realms of reincarnation, all return to nothingness!" the mysterious man shouted coldly. Across the Void Spirit Realm, pure-blooded creatures once again erupted into a brutal slaughter. The man directly waved his hand and struck his own chest fiercely; with a crisp crack, blood splattered onto the disk, causing its radiance to surge violently.

Even when Ling Qian ultimately employed the Sacred Dragon phantom, it ended in a draw, though by that time, their foes had already fled far away.

Clenching his teeth so hard they nearly shattered, Zhou Tianlong felt the muscles in his face twist in agony as his consciousness gradually began to blur. Finally, unable to withstand the excruciating pain, Zhou Tianlong blacked out.

The expressions of both Thousand Forms and Taoist Golden Bell shifted drastically; at this moment, the aura of the World-Breaking Bead was evenly matched with that of the ancient giant ape, with neither side able to gain the upper hand.

This time, the group finally reached their destination. Although half of their numbers had been lost, those who made it here represented the core strength.

Clapping his hands together, Li Ping walked into the cavern; since he had already been discovered, there was no longer any need to hide.

Perhaps thinking along these lines, An Guoqing and Li Caifeng saw that An Ran was insistent and raised no further objections to her keeping watch.

Instantly, he felt the cells, bones, and meridians throughout his body emit a chorus of groans. Gritting his teeth against the searing pain, Mu Tianchen desperately absorbed the power of the thunder.

Ling Qian clenched his teeth tightly. He had no idea how long had passed, but when the surging torrent of spiritual will finally subsided, he had managed to avoid fainting.

He thought of how the children and grandchildren of the mighty figures in the cultivation world were mostly arrogant, tyrannical, possessed poor aptitude and low comprehension, and were utterly lazy. Generally speaking, a powerful father would often produce a good-for-nothing, spineless son—hence the saying, "A tiger father can beget a dog of a son."

Qin Haoxuan? Neither of those two blood demons feared him, let whose more care about a mere sycophant who only knew how to butter up Zhang Yang like Hua Lao?

Hearing Qin Haoxuan's words, Qing Honglian felt a bitter smile in her heart, yet she found it difficult to say to him that her master completely disregarded her own wishes. She could only let out a slight sigh.

The answer that met him was a cold, ruthless voice devoid of the slightest trace of emotion: "Why should I remember you?" Who he was, what his identity was, or what his name was had no connection to her whatsoever—it simply did not matter at all.

Tang Xia began discussing embroidery with Xia Yingchun. Though she herself could not embroider, she spoke with a wealth of fluent theories, completely capturing Xia Yingchun's attention in an instant.

The brilliant blood-red characters gave Ye Fan an indescribable sensation. He focused his mind to savor them carefully, hoping to discover something. Within the grand hall, chaos surged, the dual forces of Yin and Yang flowed, and the radiant "Immortal" character possessed an ineffable profundity.

Tang Xia had long since committed the Book of Changes to memory by rote. Looking at these two sets of birth characters, she wanted to laugh; truly, it was a case of the biter bit, an absolute match made in heaven.

"Are you telling the truth?" Lu Qinghe's gaze carried a sharp edge, looking like nothing Ruoshui had ever seen before. There was not a trace of the tender gentleness he had shown while coaxing her to eat snow lotus at the Zhou family estate.

"What are you in such a rush for? I'm Tang Wu's biological father; is there anything I shouldn't be allowed to hear?" Old Tang Tou's eyes flickered as he avoided Murong Rui's gaze, recalling the image of Jiang Yong tossing a man out. Subconsciously, he gripped the armrests of his chair tightly, as if doing so would prevent Jiang Yong from picking him up and throwing him out.

For some reason, the very first moment Huo Yun laid eyes on this man, he felt that Zhou Zhenghua was somewhat off. As for what exactly was wrong with him? He himself could not quite tell.