Chapter 130: The Great Demon King 9

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Su Yan seemed to have Lin Yong completely cornered, advancing step by step. Lin Yong dared not exert any strength with the knife in his hand, fearing that even a slight force might tear the delicate skin of Su Yan’s graceful neck.

Li Qing easily made his way into the cave where Lin Liang was, but he was stunned by the scene before him, staring blankly at everything inside the cave.

A newly promoted elite, so boldly and arrogantly humiliating a veteran—such occurrences were exceedingly rare.

These achievements were no small feat, not something that could be accomplished with a few words. They required the passage of time, as well as opportunities and luck.

The Fatty and Hua Ci’er had been gone for two months already. If all had gone well, they would have returned long ago. Most likely, they had encountered a tough opponent. They intended to pick off something easy but ended up with a porcupine. Neither the elder brother-in-law nor the brother-in-law was patient by nature; if it weren’t for being trapped in a difficult situation, they would have fled back long ago.

The Indian “Fierce Tiger,” Sarhan’s words were cryptic, seemingly harmless but hinting at a deadly strike in the making.

Lin Yong was scared and hastily recoiled half a meter, then fixed his gaze. This man wore a tattered brown-black coat that looked like it hadn’t been washed for ten years. He reeked of sweat, alcohol, and fish, yet his shoes were brand new—two sizes too big—no one knew where he had found them.

Spirit Whale, originally sentenced to fall three times, totaling three thousand six hundred lifetimes, now in the six hundred and thirty-sixth lifetime. The law is natural, cyclical and repetitive: sentenced to rebirth in the beast realm, reincarnated as a human fetus. Cause and effect—successful presidential assassination.

She suddenly met his gaze without a trace of fear, calmly and quietly looking into his eyes.

It was already past three in the afternoon. Although Han Ke had not eaten anything at noon, he didn’t feel hungry. The emptiness in his spiritual world was far more unbearable than physical hunger. What he needed most now was someone to whom he could entrust his vacant emotional world.

For the disciples present, many had come to recognize Lin Yi’s strength. Simply challenging the disciples of the Burning Sun Sect was enough to leave a lasting impression on them. Adding to that was his breaking through the dual gates of the sect leaders’ attacks, further deepening their impression of Lin Yi.

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Just then, a previously daring passerby who had ventured into Wolf Fight Slope to investigate came rushing out in panic.

The voice was very deep, clearly belonging to an elderly man. Turning around, he looked at Wumu’er, and in just one eye, there was a clear trace of worry.

Although the old man was poisoned, caution remained paramount; otherwise, trouble would surely follow.

That eerie chuckling disrupted the rhythm of my heartbeat. Suddenly, Fei Long’s laughter and curses echoed in my ears.

The entire scene erupted in excitement. If Yin Yang Zhengze was the most formidable among the continent’s youth, then the three from Changtas were undoubtedly the most promising.

“Looks so-so, what about it?” The Fatty Captain looked at Zhang Yi in confusion, not understanding the meaning behind the question.

“Qiao’er knows well that the young master is not one who vies for power or gain. Qiao’er will mediate and ensure the emperor does not place excessive demands on the young master!” Su Qiao’er said earnestly.

“Consort Han, I admit my fault! Can you please spare me now? I beg you!” Wang Nanbei cried, tears streaming down his face.

Ye Zhi did not blame the villagers for initially viewing her with suspicion, assuming she was no good because she came from a brothel.

Dewang’s title was Wangde, simply his name reversed. Lipu’s title was his name followed by “Iron Paste.” Mudaco kept his original name, while Zhuojima became Zhuomaji.

The carriage stopped at the inn where Luo Xingshang was staying. Shen Lanying helped Luo Xingshang carry the luggage inside. In fact, eighty percent of the belongings were for Luo Xingshang; Shen Lanying didn’t lack cosmetics and didn’t use them herself.

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Though Mu Zhao spoke as if he was concerned for the Mu family’s sake, upon closer listening, one could discern a tone of reproach in his words.

Zhuang Yan cursed silently, then focused his mind. Since they had already broken into someone else’s home, they had to be ready to fight at any moment. Upon hearing Jiantong Zangyan’s words, he tightly grasped Jiantong Ying, guiding his true energy into her body in an attempt to cut off her mobility.

Princess Ba’s reaction was much slower than Shen Lanying’s. By the time she turned around the trembling horse she was riding, a splendidly colored tiger appeared on the vast plain.

Jiang Xinyong, after making the arrangements, took his leave. “I’ll come by first thing tomorrow morning to take you to register,” he said, then drove home to rest.

After Liu Dongzhu made such a threat, sparing her from assassination on the spot was an act of great magnanimity.

“For example, the moon base map,” Chen Xi said as he opened the game and entered custom mode.

My spirit entered the underground fortress on Midway Island. While the Hell Messenger and Satan were locked in fierce battle, I was led by the Purple Qilin into the sewers beside the main hall, where I encountered the heavenly general Nayong, imprisoned by Satan.