Chapter 101: The Beginning of the Blood Sacrifice

In Gathering Zone Five, chaos had completely erupted. Especially around the administration office, a fierce battle had broken out. Elder Meng of the Meng family led the assault on the administration office, and upon sensing the turmoil, other families also joined in. It wasn’t just the administration office under attack; because some of He Hongming’s subordinates fought back, a few, cornered at the brink of life and death, resorted to the ruthless methods of the Demonic Sect. This only confirmed that He Hongming was indeed a disciple of the Demonic Sect and the murderer of the other department heads.

As a result, the He family also found themselves besieged by the major factions.

A sharp hum rang out as the bowstring vibrated fully taut. Suddenly, a golden beam of light flared, and a shattered-light arrow was nocked onto the string.

Although Cao Cao was unaware of the exact situation within the city, he could guess some of it. He chuckled heartily, clearly very pleased with the progress of this operation. If the delay continued any longer, his specially formed death squad for the siege would be deployed. He refused to believe that amidst such chaos, he would fail to capture the city.

Cai Mao, having been ambushed by Sun Ce, had his fifty thousand troops reduced to barely ten thousand. Like fish escaping a net, they fled in panic back to Xiangyang. Upon hearing this, Liu Biao was overcome with fury and sorrow, vomiting blood before losing consciousness.

After their meal, Xia Zhi planned to return to the space realm to rest, hoping to regain full strength by tomorrow.

“Um...” Xing Luo’s words left Yu Hui speechless and somewhat embarrassed. Despite her close relationship with Gu Yanxi, Xing Luo seemed to understand his heartfelt intentions far better.

Before the Ninth Elder could finish speaking, Chai Wang suddenly struck him on the head. Holding a bottle by its neck, Chai Wang thrust it toward the major artery in the Ninth Elder’s neck. The Ninth Elder, a seasoned veteran, immediately clutched his neck, causing the bottle’s neck to pierce his hand instead.

“Send the person back to City L. Once you’re back, Mi Hu will meet you,” Qin Yu said, glancing at his car as he gave the instructions.

When he received the report from his subordinates, Wang Gongduo’s expression looked as if he had just swallowed a hundred flies and a hundred rat droppings.

The two exalted gods grew solemn, expending divine energy to continuously replenish their magical artifacts. After half a day of relentless effort, they finally passed through the starlit galaxy.

Although these people had questionable eyesight and often muttered while staring at themselves in class, the self-absorbed Teacher Zhang paid them no mind.

Today, far fewer disciples came to the martial arena than yesterday. Many who had failed to win yesterday had not shown up; some stayed in their quarters to cultivate, while others went down the mountain in search of opportunities.

Upon discovering its utility, Sun Hao grinned widely, then opened his mouth to inhale the poison gas desperately. With his talents fully unleashed, he refined the toxic gas into liquid and expelled it. The venom dripped from his fingertips onto the ground.

“Finally, a friend of my cousin appeared before us. It turns out he and my cousin co-founded the company, but to seize its assets alone, he orchestrated this entire scheme!” Sun Meng explained.

“Why don’t we find a time to bring your son out for a meal? The two kids can meet and become playmates,” Zhao Bin said. He reached out to wipe the sweat from Nini’s forehead with two tissues he pulled from the front of the car, lowering his voice as he spoke to Tang Ningning.

Cang Hai wore a face full of frustration. Discovering his ancestors and tracing his origins was actually a blessing. Aside from the Eternal Model family, few in all of China could truly trace their genealogy back to the Warring States era—and as legitimate nobility, with no exaggeration.

Tang Ning’an had been beaming with a smile, but seeing Ning Jing’s serious expression caused her smile to stiffen, almost faltering. Having lived with Ning Jing for so many years, she was starting to feel a bit intimidated by her.

“Isn’t it so? If she is destined to die, does it matter whose hand she dies by? Who else would protect her, after all?” the man chuckled.