Chapter 114: A Difference in Status

Ji Hao looked somewhat dejected. He had begun playing games a long time ago, and the one supporting him was not a friend, but his father—a fact that was quite intriguing. Four years ago, his father had instructed him to withdraw his guild, Chaotic World, from the gaming scene temporarily, only to return once the game "Heng" was released.

Ning Shuang’s laughter was dripping with mockery. Although Yi Han was somewhat annoyed, he could do nothing about it.

It would be an understatement to say Li Guo couldn't even flick a booger off his nose right now; even in his prime, it would have been absolutely impossible for him to tear open a spatial rift of this magnitude just to shove the entire Holy Father inside.

Having said that, he collapsed to his knees, one hand pressed against his forehead, the other braced on the ground. He tilted his head back, letting out a laugh that sounded like a sob.

"That should be about enough." Li Guo reached out once more, sliding his hand beneath the tattered hem of Shang Wan’s skirt.

Lord Tingling had even gone out of his way to look out for him—where else could one find such a friend? Yet, Yi Han dared not meet Young Tiger; he wished only to vanish without a trace. If Young Tiger were to catch even a single glimpse of him, he would be finished.

Hearing Xiang Qi speak this way, Fen Yu felt immense pressure immediately. Xiang Qi’s rate of growth was terrifying; yesterday there had been no sign of it, yet today it had expanded to such a horrifying degree. Perhaps before long, he would become nothing more than an insignificant fraction of the Moon God Guild.

The Russian army, much like Russian society, was maintained by high-pressure tactics. Once order collapsed and they were faced with such an unprecedented method of attack, the army would inevitably descend into total hysteria.

A war between nations—the netizens were in a frenzy. They had been anticipating this moment for a long time.

Seeing this, everyone in the hall was secretly startled. Qing Feng had actually treated him with such courtesy and respect, and they began to harbor a glimmer of hope regarding Yi Han.

At that time, both Mo Tian and the other felt that if they were to face a six-star powerhouse, that aura alone would be enough to severely wound a six-star lower-level God Venerable.

Upon hearing Mo Tian’s words, the members of the Tie family trapped within the formation had their complexions change drastically in an instant. Just as Mo Tian had said, they were now prisoners in every sense of the word. If they did not find a way to break this killing formation, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Mijia stayed in the hospital room for a while, but since she had to go to work, she didn't linger long and prepared to leave for the office when the time came.

Regardless, Yan’er had finally made it inside. Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, and their anxious hearts calmed somewhat.

Ling Shun spread his hands with a faint smile. Just thinking that his sister wouldn't have to suffer so much in the future made much of his anger toward Huangfu Yao dissipate.

"Hmph, don't tell me the lawsuit between the Tang family and Mijia has nothing to do with you." Jiang Heshan snorted, his gaze fixed on her with sharp intensity.

By the time Xia Sheng regained consciousness, it was already late at night. The bright moonlight bathed him, and accompanied by the brilliant stars in the night sky, it gave one a sense of incomparable peace.

"Also, we must not take action these next few days. I fear it might arouse Big Brother's suspicion. A late-stage Level 4 Holy Son, plus that stupid rat—we can catch up to them," the two demonic beasts sitting to the east whispered to each other via telepathy.

Yet, he still knew this guy was an expert, a top-tier behemoth. If he were to get serious and lash out, a light blow would leave him severely wounded and vomiting blood, while a heavy one would mean he’d kick the bucket right then and there.

Moreover, although they were not very far from Tie Junyi, the fact that he could sense their presence at such an age meant he was truly no simple character.

"There is no farmland in the vicinity. Whatever Luo Ming is manufacturing must be chemical narcotics; the factory must be nearby." Ling Li climbed a large tree to observe before speaking.

These two monks were so powerful that the Buddha they spoke of must surely be a being capable of turning the world upside down. But why did they say her father’s name was Huineng? Zhang Qin’er kept the doubt in her heart, hoping to find an opportunity later to have a proper talk with these two monk masters.

"No... it’s not poetry." Han Zhun shook his head, looking at Liu Yang and the others, seemingly finding it inconvenient to speak.

Han Ying’s tone was choked with sobs at this moment, but Lin Canghai could discern the faint thread of pleading within it. It was a plea that Lin Canghai could not refuse; if he were to reject her, this trip would have been in vain.

Therefore, he absolutely could not show any weakness. He had to put on a front of having plenty of energy left, radiating confidence and acting as if he had the upper hand. If he could scare him off, that would be for the best.

"Seven thousand five hundred!" Yang Jing glanced at Li Ling, expressionless as she signaled for the person behind her to raise the bidding paddle.

At the time, I didn't think much of it, but looking back now, these might not have been mere boastful words; perhaps there really was some ulterior motive. But it was useless to dwell on it now, because I truly wanted to borrow their strength to make myself powerful.

The reason Feng Wu spoke this way was to hint to Li Tianchen that even a Dao-integration realm expert like the Fire Phoenix Lian Yanfeng could not control it, let alone Li Tianchen, who possessed no cultivation whatsoever.

"Ruopan, Yiheng is a future Heavenly Spirit Master. You can have an limitless future following him; you must serve him wholeheartedly from now on." Lu Yu looked at Liu Yang with a slight smile, reaching out to pat Liu Yang’s shoulder while carefully instructing Ruopan, who was facing him.

"Yes, yes, it is this subordinate's incompetence. However, there is no one else available now." The Tiangong tribe powerhouse bowed in terror.

Pu Lao wanted to lash out countless times, but he could clearly sense two sources of pressure on Mount Wudang that posed a fatal threat to him.

More than a dozen spears struck back viciously. Lang Yu made his move; his figure flickered to the front of the formation, and he lightly flicked his right index finger. With a "hum," a flash of golden light erupted, and the thirteen sturdy men were sent flying backward more than ten yards with a "bang!" They sprawled on the ground, spat out blood, and dropped their weapons.

As the sound faded, Wang Xianzhi wandered slowly toward Huang Chao, watching him intently. He truly could not fathom this mysterious figure before him, nor how many secrets were still hidden within him.