Chapter 134: The Will of Pangu

Boom!

An incomparably fierce power, vast as the seas and mountains, seemed to span countless eons, surging forth from the very origin of the epoch.

Across the Three Realms and Six Paths, every being of boundless divine power felt a sudden, trembling dread rise from the depths of their bloodlines; none could mask their profound shock. Dao Ancestor Hongjun, Ancestor Yangmei, and all the Sages of the Primordial World opened their eyes simultaneously, their expressions grave and thunderstruck as they gazed toward Mount Buzhou.

At that moment, Catherine felt a slight thrill. She had never expected anyone to dare infiltrate the home of a captain of the Criminal Investigation Division; they were truly like a longevity-seeker eating arsenic, tired of living.

It was a badger-like creature, golden-yellow, with fur standing on end and six tails shaped like lightning bolts—the ancient Japanese god of thunder.

The testing stone was crafted from rare, special materials. Jiangping City had a limited supply, and they were incredibly expensive; the annual tests were conducted by district heads rotating through various schools.

Du Haitao knew exactly what Zhang Yanchao was capable of. To have ascended to the position of White Tiger Gang leader, Zhang must have been a ruthless man. Anyone who crossed him met a grim end.

However, the burning bloodline power could not be replenished for a time; every bit spent was a bit lost.

In truth, Catherine had been alerted the moment Mu Tianran entered her home. But the price of dealing with him was simply too high, and the Dark Night organization did not wish to pay such a steep cost at this juncture.

Shen Zhiqiu remained silent, then pulled Mo Qian aside and whispered a few instructions. Mo Qian’s expression shifted repeatedly until his face broke into a broad smile.

Clad in white robes stained with blood, he walked with a steady grace, followed by hundreds of elite white-armored soldiers. Their baleful aura coalesced; even in failure, he remained the Blood-Clad Marquis, Bai Yifei of Han, possessing a presence beyond that of ordinary men.

Thinking of how she had lived like an orphan after her mother’s passing, it felt like nothing compared to the deep, blood-feud bitterness Su Lan carried.

Irina was stunned upon hearing this, then looked at Xiang Long with a reproachful gaze. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? You’ve made me no different from a commoner!" She punched him lightly in the arm as she spoke.

Shang Feng’s nagging terrified Shaoyan so much that he stood up and fled, running from the old Daoist’s residence without daring to look back, terrified to continue the conversation about the old Daoist of the Big Dipper.

One month and six days later, we brushed past each other under the nameless tree. Seeing that thin back again, my heart ached. But what was I to do now? My feet were so stiff I couldn't move; a part of me even wanted to hide back in the restroom. Yet, as my heel shifted, he, who had been leaning against the railing, turned slowly toward me.

Axin felt his blood boil and reverse, as if his very essence were cheering, eager to burst from his body and fly toward Hans.

"Are you done running?" Sawen wondered, his pupils slowly narrowing into slits, his entire being suffused with surging murderous intent.

The Marquis of the Northwest was a hegemon in his own right and certainly no simple character. His subordinates were bound to be stronger than this Tiger of the East Mountain; otherwise, the Tiger would not have been squeezed out of his territory.

Yet, Qian Cheng could already sense an atmosphere of restless agitation spreading among the crowd.

She pointed toward the Human Realm, where the shadows were heavy. With such immense demonic energy, it was likely the Demon King himself had infiltrated the realm, waiting only for Zhu Yan’s command to strike.

My worry wasn't about who would win or lose; it was that Gao Cheng, in his state of beastly madness as previously described, surely would not recognize Zhang Ji. If they clashed, Zhang Ji could not bring himself to strike a lethal blow, but Gao Cheng would.

Emperor Zhurong naturally knew the "little brat" the Heavenly Venerate referred to was Feng Xi, but seeing his son so severely injured, his heart was filled with pain.

When the candle had burned down two-thirds, Ling Han stopped. He had identified nearly 360,000 types of medicinal herbs—those he had studied—while on the other side lay an equal number he had never seen before.

Whatever reward he sought, he would have to be like Zhang Tianlong, who had previously mastered the Eight-God Sunflower Triple-Strike.

If Xiong Ba did not withdraw the finger he had pointed at Bu Jingyun, it would inevitably be severed by Chen Xingyu’s blade.

"Wang Danyang, what’s wrong with you? You took a wrong turn." Lei Zi saw me lost in thought and couldn't help but remind me.

Tang Jue looked at Qiqi again; she had returned and was sitting quietly, waiting for him, her eyes drifting toward him from time to time.

Upon hearing the final sentence, a trace of surprise flickered in Jing Rong’s usually calm eyes. Then came confusion, followed by disapproval.

The Earth Spirit, forced by the Knight of Despair, Jero, to encase itself in a massive pile of rocks, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Without bothering to leave the hemispherical stone mound, it reached into its robes and pulled out a bag of seeds.

Fang Ping’an knew that Li Aihua had always felt guilty about the past, and she truly pitied her; if she found out, there was no telling how angry she would become.

From here to Jinzhou, a mountain path wound through the towering ranges, a terrain both majestic and formidable, easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The light from the fireballs created by the crashing and exploding aircraft overlapped in an infinitely dense convergence.

Ye Chen wanted to help, but was shooed out by Aunt Li. In her words, Ye Chen was a guest from afar; there was no reason for a guest to step into the kitchen.

"Manager Yang, what’s wrong? Are you ill? Why is your complexion so poor?" Yang Gang was so preoccupied that he didn't even see Old Yuan walking toward him.

Subsequently, news came from the martial arts realm that He Hongsheng had officially broken through to become a four-star warrior, an event that had indeed caused quite a stir in the country.

"What’s going on? You still haven't handled it?" Yang Gang looked at the still-flustered Biaozi with a puzzled expression.

Corporal Lynn and the others searched the second floor carefully but found nothing. Su Hang continued to observe, scrutinizing every suspicious detail in the house. As he walked, he returned to the central hall at the top of the stairs and couldn't help but look at the photos on the wall once more.