Chapter 145 Trouble

Wu Chen sensed the power emanating from the golden light, as well as the force rebounding from the void at the missing segment of the Heavenly Gate Formation, like a dark abyssal whirlpool. For centuries, apart from the Six Immortals who founded the Ninja Sect, no one was known to have reached this level.

The millions of disciples from the three sects were in an uproar; even though their sect leaders personally announced the news, it could not quell the restless thoughts of every disciple. Hunting genetic beasts alone qualified as a valid kill worthy of military merit.

Soon after, Li Jianguo waved his hand, dismissing several bodyguards from the room. The elders then instructed their sons to leave as well.

Liu Xin was reluctant to reveal his occupation in front of Lin Yunyi, as the field was rife with frauds. He feared she might harbor suspicions.

The laughter was foreign and chilling, as if it carried overwhelming fury and boundless hatred. The stone, head bowed and breathing heavily, slowly began to lift its head.

This was a drawback of religious powers: their laws were lax, and the rulers of cities wielded excessive authority. As long as the reasoning was sufficient, even superiors found it difficult to intervene, often restrained by social niceties.

Moreover, scenes like these were not unfamiliar to him from his past life, albeit only through photographs.

At this moment, Stone lay alone on the large bed in his room, his feet wrapped in thick bandages. He was unconcerned about the upcoming match, for after applying a special elixir made from winter worms, a single night’s rest would restore him fully.

Before the cooperation, Ye Haoshen had already proposed similar terms, but the other party outright refused, clearly exploiting Ye Haoshen’s weakness, leaving him no room to decline.

Old Master Fang pointed toward the place where countless energies had just converged, gathering in the void.

Any prior grievances or entanglements dissolved instantly under the profound Buddhist chants.

These five black-robed guardians were all saint-level beings of immense power, considered top-tier in the Four Great Domains. Those stronger than them were few and far between.

Zhang Yi, however, was unaware that his current demeanor resembled that of a leader addressing subordinates eager for promotion.

Just then, Qi Yingxiong suddenly shouted, his figure darting upward like an arrow shot into the distance.

After eliminating one foe, Gong Bingbing and Lie Huang each charged at Tan Lang and Su Yuwei. With their arrival, the tide reversed abruptly; the second-tier warriors began to fall back under their fierce assault.

Outside the Divine Realm Battlefield, the various faction leaders and powerful figures awaiting the third stage endured the wait with increasing impatience.

Xiang Yu scanned the desolate mountain range under the pitch-black night. The sudden arrival of these uninvited guests startled birds into frantic flight, shattering the night’s tranquility and deepening their heavy mood.

The two hundred soldiers of the Assault Battalion were few and could not hope to gain the upper hand in a frontal clash with the cavalry. But what if they struck unexpectedly, catching the enemy off guard?

Cold eyes fixed on Loki, who shrank back slightly, sensing a formidable magical wavelength.

For some unknown reason, he was her father, and at the very least, he needed to understand why.

Le Qi nodded. Inner power surged through her, causing the soft sword to tense instantly. The blade gleamed with cold light—clearly a divine weapon capable of cutting through iron like mud.

An Luo Chu felt a mix of fear and concern. Gu Yangchen was still bedridden, and such an outburst of anger would harm his health. Should she explain that she concealed the truth only to prevent his wild imaginations?

“Alright.” Xiahou Ce’s eyes glimmered faintly with amusement. Watching this family’s harmonious scene, he felt unusually relaxed. Perhaps having a family after marriage was a good thing.

In fact, some had arrived early like Hua Kuian and many sought to move forward to greet Zhao Fuxin, including Zhao Fuxin’s great-uncle Zhao Changbao. But upon seeing the Prefect was present, they reluctantly stepped back.

Although this power truly enhanced his strength, it carried an odd sense of discord.

Chen Xing realized they misunderstood his intent to insist on attending the banquet. He smiled wryly, unwilling to trouble others or explain further, and left.

The Liu family examined her thoroughly and inquired about the previous day. Song Yiyi only gave a vague account, hiding the conversation with her brother. It was only after some time, while chatting with her brother, that they spoke of the issue.

Manshtein was appointed commander of the 56th Army merely to add to his credentials; in short, to gild his reputation.

He intended to resurrect the spirit of the dead Munich Agreement, reviving the fragmented resolve of some British factions, making them believe peace was possible, thereby weakening their support for Churchill’s war strategy.

At that moment, Tang Xiaotian wanted to shout something, but the communication abruptly cut off.

For instance, coming home each night, making love, then falling asleep immediately—Meng Wei accepted this without hesitation.

Huo Xiong sensed trouble and summoned the Tianji Clan from his own realm.

Only then did the bearded man take the teacup, surprised to find it was high-grade spiritual tea, and quickly drained it in one gulp.

Speaking thus, the young man produced a palm-sized spirit stone from a spatial pendant, tossing it at Feng Lin’s feet.

"Qiankun Bag, Tianji Mirror! Exchange these two first!" Tang Zeng recalled the divine artifacts he had seen earlier and named two at random.

Before this, Erlang Shen’s Lingbo City had gained renown in the Three Realms only through the help of the Sword Swordsmen, enabling them to recruit many disciples.

“Brother Jue, I think we should give up. It’s already twenty-two thousand gold! Compared to the items, this price is not worth it!” Yiyi urged anxiously.

“What else can we do? Keep living your life; you will meet someone better.” Patting Wen Qiyan’s shoulder, Xu Shiyang felt pleased with his advice, rare as it was that he could offer guidance.

Watching his hand being waved away, Shi Heng clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly before turning and walking out.

“Come on, tell me quickly—what’s the big deal? How much can we get?” Zhang Baotong hastily sprang from bed.

At this moment, Yang Tong said nothing but moved aside, smiling at Song Zheng as if enjoying the spectacle. Song Zheng cursed silently at Yang Tong for abandoning him here, lacking loyalty. Yet he knew the trial had come.