Chapter 23

Thus, the gods used an iron chain, forged by Thor for nine days and nine nights, to bind Fenrir. The chain was so heavy that the gods stumbled under its weight, yet Fenrir gave a single mighty leap and broke free with ease.

Every ear pricked up. The mission had been issued, and all knew what fate awaited them if they intercepted the Liao cavalry in the open wilderness.

In this, his final moment, he looked at Sima Chaofeng and offered a smile that was surprisingly open and contemptuous.

It was not until her elders urged her to travel for a change of scenery that she accompanied Ning Xiangyi to Fujing City to offer birthday wishes. There, she chanced upon a notorious rogue of the martial arts world, and through a series of mishaps, became entangled with him, finally breaking through the stagnation of her martial path into a new realm.

"Bang!" A sniper behind fired a net gun. If they could capture Simon in the net, they could pull both of them back immediately.

Mu shook his head and chuckled. A breeze blew past, ruffling Isa’s hair. She hurriedly tried to smooth it down, and as she turned, she caught sight of Mu’s smile.

Moreover, his intuition told him to avoid any connection with the Underworld as much as possible. After all, judging from the Impermanent Ghost's words, Zhong Kui’s descent into the mortal realm was not so simple; the Underworld itself might be dark beyond measure.

Wan Miao glanced at the departing Wu Yingying and Jingyi, then jumped into the car, started the engine, and turned toward the Wan Group headquarters.

He recalled the first time Zhou Xingyun visited the residence of the sixteenth prince and was forced to use the secret poison of Fengtian City. Although it turned out to be a fake poison swapped by Rao Yue, the real poison did exist; Zhou Xingyun had seen a man who betrayed the sixteenth prince bleed from seven orifices and die after the poison took effect.

Like mushrooms sprouting in a forest after rain, puppets emerged from behind Simon—all with identical frog designs, green outfits, and air cannons in their hands. At a glance, there were hundreds of them.

Yi Zhengqi knew he was saying this on purpose, but such military movements were perfectly normal, so he didn't take it to heart.

"Then I shall wipe it away." Tao Shang gave her no chance to hesitate. Taking a deep breath to steady his racing heart, he used the dampened cloth to wipe the bloodstain on her back.

After Mu Anchen awoke, he handled a mountain of pending tasks. By noon the next day, he received welcome news: Yi Zhengqi, far away at the East Wilderness Ranch, had sent a reply.

The remaining items consisted of over seven thousand spirit stones, more than six hundred essence stones, and over four hundred vitality stones.

He had contemplated ten thousand times the possibility of Jianye City falling, yet he never imagined it would be captured from within by a traitor.

Tian Feng was a prodigy of his generation. It is said he became a Dao Venerable at twenty, grasped the Way of Heaven at twenty-four, entered the God Venerable realm the following year, and the Saint Venerable realm at thirty—by which time his mastery of the Way of Heaven was already complete.

Taking advantage of the opening, Yi Zhengqi slipped behind the main camp and discovered that Lian Binglai was not there. He mused that Lian must have had business elsewhere; otherwise, the guards at the gate would not have been so lax.

Her words were reasonable and well-founded. While speaking, she worried that Xiao Ying might be unable to let go and do something foolish. Thus, her words carried a double meaning: she was both refuting Ruchen and attempting to guide Xiao Ying.

Ding! The black metal sphere gave a clear chime and began to rotate, a tiny crack appearing on its seamless surface.

The more Zhu Yao heard, the more alarmed she became. Unexpected events followed one after another, truly like surging waves—one crest barely subsiding before another rose. She stared blankly at Ruchen, struck dumb, her heart feeling as cold as ash.

Reality was cruel. Jeff had barely stepped onto the field when he was knocked off balance by Tullioff, leaving the goal wide open for the opponent to score.

This made them hesitant. In their hearts, they preferred to help Han Lang, but this was no longer a matter of personal desire; it had become a matter of racial integrity.

Cheng Jiaxuan had lost all sensation and collapsed heavily to the ground. It seemed that only in her subconscious did a flicker of self-preservation remain, as she curled into a ball after fainting. Jiang Liechen did not even glance at her; he leaped straight through the window that had opened a path and fled, stumbling away.

Kai Sa took a deep breath. He had to find an agent. He decided to go to the United States to find a truly professional agent and recruit high-tech talent, which his company needed most.

He had been the great chief here for six years, calling the wind and summoning the rain, basking in the spotlight. Now, in a single day, it had all turned to ash. His career as a chief was over, and his future in the palace was uncertain and daunting. Feeling the impermanence of life and its precarious nature, even he, a man who had always been cold and ruthless, felt his eyes moisten.

Luo Jingyang was slightly taken aback, a suspicious blush rising on his face. The next second, with a "bang," he slammed the door shut.

Most of the people here were fierce and ominous, with unfriendly gazes, or else they stood and sat with cool, detached expressions, remaining silent. This made the atmosphere in the lounge quite oppressive. Danyer looked around, felt the tension, and sat respectfully in her seat without saying a word.

He Tianshan said no more. She placed her resignation letter on the table nearby, looked at no one, and walked out of the personnel department with a numb expression.

Lin Feng spoke respectfully. The items Han Lang and Chi Hong had given him had allowed him to break through to the Tongtian realm, something he had never expected. His gratitude toward Han Lang and Chi Hong was beyond words.

Upon hearing Lin Xuan’s reprimand, the Tiga stone statue immediately cowed. It ran to the open space just now, where a pyramid slowly rose to envelop it.

Judging by the flaking, it was certainly of great age; some of the lines were already no longer visible.