Chapter 121: The Wrath of an Immortal Brings Down the Thunder

Once Sister Chen had left, I slumped to the floor, sapped of all strength. I dragged out my suitcase, opened it, and as I looked at the few remaining clothes inside, the tears I had been holding back finally spilled over.

I was in no mood to explain it to her at that moment; I was certain that what I had seen earlier was undoubtedly a cat hanging itself.

Finding it incredibly dull to watch Zhang Jin bury his head in scriptwriting for days on end, the girl had run back home three days ago.

In that very instant, Edward surged his battle energy into his short sword. A pale red blade of energy quickly formed at the tip, making the weapon appear as if it had suddenly grown longer.

As he spoke, a fierce fighting spirit erupted from the Orc warrior. However, he did not lock this intent onto Roger; it was clearly just a natural emanation triggered by the sight of a strong opponent.

The third-floor counter was lined with various boxes. Some were as ornate as crowns, some silent and archaic, and others looked so tattered they would be an embarrassment to a trash heap.

Godo, seemingly on the brink of death, let out a low growl. The ground around it cracked open, and the Abyssal Worm crawled out, nearly unscathed.

With a swift movement, he vanished into the formation; Hong Jin’s voice could be heard, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Being stared down by Jin Long was an incredibly uncomfortable experience. For the past half-month, Cheng Long had endured all manner of misery and depression. If not for He Guanchang holding him back, he would have run off to confront Zhang Jin and pick a fight.

This attitude made Gu Xuejian extremely uncomfortable; after all, she firmly believed herself to be superior to Jiang Chen.

Over the next few days, Cheng Lingzhi went to work as usual and got along quite well with Xiao Wei and the others. During this time, their entire department held another gathering.

Zhang Liang hadn't known how to cherish life before, not until the moment he stood on the precipice of death. That was why, having been granted a second chance at life, he cherished it so dearly and longed to live longer.

"Officer, please, leave me a shred of dignity. Let me process this grievance on my own," the man said, trembling with fear. "If what you're saying is true, the scene is only twenty meters away—it's terrifying! I spent the night there just last night."

In the end, Situ Haoyu did not return. A dejected Cheng Lingzhi brought him back home, where Cheng’s father and the others were naturally delighted, bombarding Situ Haoyu with another round of enthusiastic questions.

"I failed Diaochan, believing that to be the end, yet Heaven has forced me to fail Butterfly as well..." Yun Chang lamented.

A tall man in grey casual clothes entered; it was Lu Bu. Without his armor, he seemed more approachable and less murderous.

After a while, the other warriors arrived outside the barn. By then, the sun was fully up. Some had taken taxis, others had repaired their vehicles. Of the six warriors who had been knocked unconscious by the electric peas, three had already woken up, and they all gasped in shock at the sight of the barn.

He remembered how Xun Rong had left resolutely after giving it to him. In a fit of pique, he had hung it on that flowering tree, not keeping it for even a moment.

Though Long Feiyun felt a trace of helplessness, how could he easily admit defeat? If he did, would he still be the Long Feiyun he was?

Jin Dalong was self-aware enough to know he wasn't cut out for cultivation, so he gave it up entirely, focusing all his energy on enjoying life. He ate well, drank well, and played well, occasionally bullying those around him. Whenever he did, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

Seeing Bai Majun appear, he didn't recognize him at first—was he some unknown actor playing "Jin Zhiyuan"? But as he watched the actor waiting on the side, he realized it was indeed Bai Majun.

Time flowed slowly. Zhao Hao had been evolving the world within his body; once that world was successfully created, he would ascend to the Semi-Saint level.

A pouting Jin Xuejun walked back into the line. Bai Majun looked on with a smile and patted his blonde hair; the pout vanished, replaced by a look of contentment.

Ye Qing suddenly slapped his thigh, only to have his hand pricked by the key Zhang Shaozhu had just given him.

Han Lin suppressed the urge to strike. He understood that this was absolutely not the right moment. In such a situation, he had no confidence in breaking through.

Dai Anliu didn't understand it, but with the blade in his hand, he felt no fear or tension; instead, he felt as if the sword were a part of himself.

Stepping out of the car and hearing Li Zhengzhe’s sighs and laments, Li Shengzhu and the others felt quite helpless. That security guard had stared at them with such suspicion, looking them up and down, and it had been a very unpleasant feeling.

He could tolerate Shuiwa no longer listening to him, and he could tolerate Shuiwa parting ways with him, so long as Shuiwa remained committed to opposing the Demon Sect. But all these fantasies were shattered at this moment. Shuiwa had lost the will to fight the Demon Sect; he had surrendered to the power of the Demon Lord.

However, that name was rarely used; it was a survival tactic known only to those Zhang Shaozhu trusted implicitly, and those who knew it understood the rules.

No wonder he had circled the place several times earlier; he had been buying time to find the weak point in the mountain-protecting formation.

Why was Li Yiming laughing so brazenly? To exterminate Li Yiming’s entire clan? Wouldn't that mean Li Yuanba would have to kill himself, his Empress, his concubines, his princes, and his princesses as well?

"I'm also very happy to meet you," Xiao Han said before going to tidy up his bed. The dorms at Jingbei University had desks under the beds, a layout that was quite decent.

Cheng Xu looked at the student, who remained beautiful even without makeup. For the past two years, he had been following Lin Ruoruo’s development in the ROK. He knew her final album had sold over ten million copies in a single week, making it arguably the most successful album in the ROK in recent years.

When they saw the Princess Consort, the attendants who were with her didn't even have time to bow before they heard her call out.

Li Hongyuan took a deep breath. The secret revealed by Li Yiming was truly shocking, but it also brought a glimmer of excitement. Li Yi, who had previously been troubled by Li Hongyuan, now saw a clear path forward. He had been wondering if the fact that Li Hongyuan had poisoned Li Peining would be enough to bring him down in one stroke.