Chapter 133: Cliff of Reflection

Chu Xiong looked bewildered, clearly unaware of this development. "Yan'er, were you once captured by the Demon Heart and imprisoned in the water dungeon of the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons?"

Chu Ruoyan stiffened. It was over.

She could hardly admit that she had tried to harm Chu Yuyao and failed, only to end up being dragged off by Ye Cangming’s lackeys and tossed into a water dungeon to soak with maggots.

Chu Yuyao looked toward Yun Shuwan. It seemed this poisonous flower truly harbored a grudge against Chu Ruoyan; she wondered what had transpired between the two of them in that dungeon.

However,

Ding Si’s eyes were tightly shut, his face marred by several lacerations oozing red blood. Mo Chen reached out to check under Ding Si’s nose; he was still breathing. It appeared he had suffered a heavy blow and was merely unconscious for the time being.

Father nodded heavily. With trembling hands, he fished a pack of cigarettes from beneath the coffee table and lit one in silence.

Hearing this, Mo Chen sighed. Even without Gao Ming saying a word, he had already guessed the final outcome of the incident.

A moment later, a man’s voice emanated from the loudspeaker of an armored vehicle. Because it reached Jin Shengzhe’s ears from over a hundred meters away, it sounded rather faint to him.

Furthermore, he was a highly sophisticated assassin—the most formidable one Ye Fei had encountered since returning to China.

Peng Xiujun, whose head was spinning from the slaps, was not so foolish as to miss the signs. The situation could not be clearer: the young man before him, wearing a faint smile, was an influential figure who must not be offended.

Liu Yan spoke with the village chief for a while, then watched as the chief dismissed the surrounding crowd, promising to summon them again if anything else arose.

"Blood brothers?! Heh," Xu Yaohua could not help but sneer. "He is the master and I am the slave. Is this what you call 'treating me well'?" When a rift forms between people, even the most trivial matters that once went unnoticed are suddenly magnified in the heart, eventually planting the seeds of hatred.

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This made Jian Chen feel as though he were putting in twice the effort for half the result. The path from his dantian to his arms was not long; under normal circumstances, he might have completed a full cycle in just a dozen breaths.

"There is no way to know. After all, no one would easily admit to such methods, and even if he knew how, he wouldn't dare to set it up," Su Ning said.

"To be able to block my sword—you are truly remarkable." The voice of the Immortal Lord Silence descended from high above. He could not be seen, and the source of the voice could not be located; there was only that Sword of Silence hanging in the void.

Yang Hao seemed to sense his strange mood. He immediately poked his wet head out of the River of Oblivion, first glancing at the sun overhead, then letting his deep gaze linger in a brief moment of dullness.

At the end of the day, humans are biological creatures, and the primary imperative of a biological creature is survival. When survival is at stake, gentlemanly conduct and the like are utter nonsense.

Sword cultivators have been the darlings of this world since ancient times. Even the mighty Seven Ancient Sects, during the peak of the Chinese cultivation world, included three sword cultivation schools.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Feng noticed the expressions of the elders before him stiffen slightly, before twisting into a look of sorrow that was neither a smile nor a cry.

Looking at the fat man, the moment he dealt the cards, he pinched them between his thumb and middle finger. As he flicked them out, his index finger applied a subtle force, sending the card flying. In the process, another card was slipped into their hands.

Li Qing watched from the side, his eyes burning with rage, but he was suppressed by a giant beast under the control of the Soul Hunter across from him, daring not to act rashly.

Chen Lin jumped up with a start, leaping directly into Xia Yuan’s arms. Acting on pure instinct to protect, Xia Yuan caught her.

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Although he had always viewed that fellow as an old man, in this skeletal state, he was no different from his opponent.

He was terrified, helpless, and at a loss. It felt as if the other party could crush him with a single finger. Since awakening his ability, this was the first time he had felt so much like a lamb to the slaughter.

Lu Annan, trailing half a step behind him, felt no such pain. Though he wore the same military uniform, a gentle smile always graced his refined face. His tall, lean frame looked even more dashing in the uniform; it was no wonder he was so popular.

With even Liu Qing, one of the greatest contributors to the Shengshi Group, jumping ship, it seemed the company was truly finished.

Previously, the methods displayed by both Xiao Tiance and Ye Junlin were nothing more than mundane martial arts.

Fortunately, his body had been strengthened by multiple "bond reactions," so he did not experience severe altitude sickness for the time being.

For the sake of his own safety, after the platform issued an A-rank mission, he voluntarily joined it. Li Changze was his first chosen target because, according to intelligence, he had inextricable ties to Li Changlong, who had committed suicide in the central control room of the main venue.

Duan Jiajia thought to herself that if she hadn’t been thick-skinned, Ling Tian probably wouldn't have intended to add her as a friend at all.

Tan Shang, Lu Lingyuan, and Xue Yuxin did not respond. They looked at Pu Cheshi with suspicious eyes, as if questioning whether Yun Ming’s act of overstepping his authority was appropriate.

Of course, plans often fail to keep up with changes. Given the circumstances, a hundred schemes had come to nothing. Lu Lingyuan and Tan Shang, those two miserable companions, looked at the corpses of their disciples scattered across the ground, both realizing in their hearts: if they did not join forces, they would soon meet the same fate.

The people of this country had long understood the importance of dietary hygiene; the staff in the public kitchen were simply lazy, and since they didn’t eat the communal meals themselves, they naturally didn't care.