Chapter 121: The Vicious Ghost Comes to Fetch the Bride

The time rewinds to one hour ago.

As the clock struck midnight, the atmosphere in the hotel fell into a sudden, eerie silence. The sound of televisions from neighboring rooms, footsteps in the hallway, and the traffic outside all vanished at once, as if the world had been cleaved in two by a glass dome.

Before her desk, Bai Xian reached out to stroke the head of Bai Xiaohua, who was perched nearby, her gaze still lingering on the "Records of Yizhou’s Strange Tales." She was currently reading a...

Previously, Zhu Di had explicitly decreed that no blades were to be drawn during the duel and that it should end at the first sign of injury. Was this not a clear directive that neither side was permitted to take a life?

On Weibo’s trending topics, the scandal involving Bai Xuejia’s wandering hands only managed to rank second. The top spot was not held by the Tokyo International Film Festival—that was a matter for cinema insiders, whereas the public was far more concerned with gossip and scandal.

Shortly after the effeminate man and his group left, the local police arrived. However, they didn't seem particularly invested in the matter. They asked a few brief questions, went downstairs to check the surveillance footage, and took me back to the station to record a statement. Then, they simply told me to go home and wait for news, promising an investigation. I figured relying on them would be futile; it was useless.

Reincarnation Heavenly Slayer did not laugh. Instead, he lunged forward once more, unleashing the same techniques and power to strike down the Sacred Demon Monkey clone, which was already on its last breath.

One hundred grenades rained down upon the mountain stronghold, detonating in a thunderous roar. The immense shockwave instantly tore the sentries standing guard into bloody chunks of flesh.

Yan Jixuan glanced at him and nodded earnestly: "If you truly possess that capability, then of course there is no problem." It was hard to tell; this man, who seemed so mild-mannered, possessed such a violent side. He completely overturned his previous assessment of his character.

Moreover, since the Gathering Righteous Alliance had already intervened in the war on the Zhaolie Plains, the Blade Sect’s Flower Path knew without a doubt that the Alliance intended to use the Demon Spirit Army to strike at the Heaven Hidden Sect, ensuring that the Alliance would suffer minimal losses.

While Jia Huan was busy meeting with old acquaintances in the capital, the Capital Battalion had already set out days prior. By the time Jia Huan reached the Prince of Wu’s mansion, the grand army of the Capital Battalion was already en route to the Western Regions.

Mu Feng did not press further. In his heart, he understood that while his two great-uncles truly enjoyed his company, it was equally true that they were trapped here by some peculiar form of imprisonment.

Wang Xifeng was thirty-eight years old, dressed in a moon-white satin jacket, a dark blue satin cloak, and a plain white silk skirt. Her face was lightly made up, yet she remained beautiful. She had phoenix eyes and willow-leaf eyebrows that arched at the corners, and a statuesque figure. But, the beauty who was once "as pretty as the peach blossoms of spring" could not ultimately withstand the passage of time; wrinkles had begun to form at the corners of her eyes.

On the way into the city, Zhou Xuan had Fairy Jingyi learn to ride a horse. He personally held the reins for her, occasionally supporting her waist—the joy of the moment was palpable.

Iron Flag! That the person meeting with Xuan Ming was Iron Flag was something Feng Xiaoxiao had never imagined.

This was also something that required adjustment. While it would have been better for Milito to make the adjustments, he was not the core player compared to Zhao Yaning. At times like these, the efforts of the core player were what was truly needed. Being the core means making your teammates better; it isn't just empty talk.

Following the purges and reorganization by Mo Xin and the Divine Dragon Empire’s military, the number of mercenary groups and merchant caravans passing through the Katari Grasslands had increased significantly.

Before the words had even faded, the man in green struck. The oil-paper umbrella in his hand spun toward "One Sword Piercing the Heavens." With a flash of cold light, his sword was already in his hand. The blade was so thin and narrow that those standing at a distance might not even notice it if they weren't careful.

Meng He was working as a servant, and Old Master Meng had passed away several years ago; these things surely had an inseparable connection to Zhang the Octopus.

Tang Deyao hadn't won the bet. His face turned ashen; he picked up the wine glass from the coffee table, downed it in one gulp, threw the glass aside, and kicked the table over.

If nothing else, her ruthlessness was certain. The evidence lay in the fact that as soon as she ascended to power, she immediately did away with the only few lovers Hades had ever had.