Volume 1, Chapter 43: Zhixing, go and bring her back!

Upon hearing this, Xie Yunjin’s gaze involuntarily drifted back to Xie Wanning. Recalling what she had just said, a lingering sense of dread still gripped her heart.

She closed her eyes, unable to bear looking at Xie Wanning any longer, and said to Fu Lingzhou, "She is your wife. Take her back and keep a close watch on her; do not let her come out and go mad again!"

"Understood."

"Mu Liu, reach down and probe." Hearing this, Mu Liu was stunned for a moment, then reached out to feel underneath. A strange, eerie smile appeared on his face.

"You certainly know how to speak up for your godson," Zhu Jianji remarked, then fell silent.

Because he was a brother who would disregard everything for her, a brother who would lay down his own life for her.

After Mother Li finished speaking, more than ten people stepped back. Seeing that there were still quite a few left, Li Mu added, "Those without offspring, step back." There were still over ninety people remaining. Li Mu spoke again, "Those with elderly parents, step back." About fifty people remained.

Hearing such a thunderous sound, Li Mu knew it must be a large cavalry force. The Yellow Turbans did not possess such a massive cavalry; it must be Dong Zhuo who had arrived. Only he could command such a vast legion of iron cavalry to reach Guangzong.

Wu Hao seemed to catch the scent of jealousy, his mouth twitching involuntarily as he pondered how to respond.

After bidding farewell to Zhang Jiao, Zhang Liang took advantage of the chaos while Zhang Jiao was locked in a fierce battle with the imperial forces. He gathered the retreating troops by the river, led the remnants of the Yellow Turban army across, and burned the bridge behind them. Seeing that the imperial troops were not in pursuit, the army felt secure and finally settled down.

The place where the City Lord hid his treasures was surely guarded by many sentries. At this very moment, a large number of patrol guards were pacing outside the master bedroom.

That pirate—could it really be the leader of the Jaka pirates, the Tier-A pirate king himself, Jaka? Was he actually overseeing a transaction in person?

Arming a malevolent spirit and using it to divert the attention of the underworld forces in this world was Xue Wusuan’s strategy. So far, it seemed to be working well. At the very least, when he returned to the vicinity of the flower shop, he no longer saw any underworld envoys lurking about.

Not long ago, the Holy Lands of the Eastern Wasteland, the great sects, and the ancient clans had conspired to shift the trouble elsewhere, hoping to incite conflict between the demon tribes gathered in the Eastern Wasteland and the Buddhist forces there. This would draw in the Western Desert and force the "Present Tathagata Buddha" to confront the "Son of the Green Lotus Emperor." It was certainly an imaginative plan, one that amused Zhao Sheng, who had been watching from the sidelines.

"I think I need to give this some careful consideration. I’ll give you an answer in a few days." After hesitating for a long time, I decided to think it over seriously. After all, there was plenty of time; it wasn't as if I were going to kick the bucket tomorrow.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Bowen unleashed strands of spider silk toward Li Tian, binding him tightly. In an instant, a massive cocoon formed around Li Tian.

Within the Dao Palace, the five great internal organs vibrated in unison, and the grand celestial music of the Dao resonated. Whether it was the Past Self or the Dao Self, they chanted profound scriptures, stirring the life-force and ensuring that the present self would endure eternally.

The previous tunnels had been relatively low and narrow; although mechs could enter many areas, they lacked the space to maneuver. But the situation was clearly different now. They had to prepare themselves to face the most terrifying unit in the concentration camp: the mechs.

This Blood River Blade was immensely powerful. Although, according to Ao Guang, it held deeper mysteries, Qin Hao had not yet had the chance to unlock them. Even so, this was already more than enough.

On one side was my favorite sister-in-law, and on the other, my promise to my eldest brother. Isn't this putting me in an impossible position?

Controlling this power, Qin Hao began to slowly refine the violent immortal energy within his body.

"How could there be such a massive formation in the mortal world?!" Chen Yun found his own hypothesis impossible to believe. A grand illusion formation of this scale was rare even in the world of cultivation; how could it possibly appear in the mortal realm?