Chapter 139 Suppressing All Directions

Emperor Cang, fully aware of the intricate stratagems of the primordial world, though intent on dealing with Haotian and the Jade Pool, refrained from launching a direct assault. After some contemplation, Emperor Cang devised a plan: he summoned the twelve giant spirits of the Houtu tribe and commanded each to establish a Giant Spirit City within a hundred-thousand-li radius around Jade Emperor Mountain, each guarding a cardinal direction. This would sever the path for heroes from all directions seeking the way to the celestial court, while also undermining the foundation of the Jade Emperor Mountain’s celestial realm, enticing Haotian to come forth for a decisive battle.

One was a look of disdain.

Dong Zhenghui spoke animatedly, gesturing wildly, his exaggerated expression lending a vividness to his tale.

Qiuhua glanced at her princess in surprise but quickly bowed her head and whispered an affirmative.

They carried only a single lantern between them, unable to discern much in the surrounding darkness. Upon circumnavigating, they found only pitch-blackness, though inside the house, there was dry straw and broken earthenware, indicating someone had lived there.

In Building A, Song Rou, following Ning Rong’s method, knocked loudly on the door. When Tang Mianmian did not open, she adopted a battering stance, pounding with a “clang clang clang” that disturbed the neighboring dormitory, forcing Tang Mianmian to open.

I had never seen Ma Jiu so unsettled before and hurried to turn the carriage handle to retreat. Unexpectedly, a cold wind swept by, and the carriage suddenly felt lighter.

Even here, where all the monsters were of Class C strength or above, with the speed of Dragon Soar No. 3, even the trickiest ranged attacks were almost impossible to land.

Chen Xiaowen ignored all calls, including those from her own sister, Chen Xiaohan. She put her phone on silent and quietly watched the television, unwilling to miss any detail of Wang Qian’s live performance.

Fortunately, Pei Zhitong sensed something amiss and had barely slept. Had she fallen into a deep slumber, the consequences would have been dire.

“Let’s go; it’s getting late. Mother is waiting for us to have dinner,” He Qingwei said, not pressing further.

He gestured towards the electric bike, implying that I should listen to that paper figure and hurry up. Seeing Ma Jiu’s demeanor, it seemed he had employed some trick again. I thought to myself, I’m just a delivery person; I might as well deliver Uncle Zhang and the paper figure together as a single order.

Liu Hui said, “Many places are said to be rich beyond measure, but I’ve never seen oil flowing anywhere — yet here, I saw it with my own eyes.”

“No matter what is said now, it’s useless.” Wang Liyue tried to endure but found himself unable to hold back any longer. Slowly, he approached the Demon Princess, though he feared she might counterattack in her final moments. After all, though he had used the medicine before, it was only effective against ordinary demons. Who knew if the Demon Princess possessed some life-saving artifact?

The captain said, “I must ensure the safety of Helen and the others. I suggest you leave with them. I will stay behind alone.”

Beichen snapped his fingers, and a green light instantly surged into Lang Hongchen’s body. The overwhelming vitality revitalized Lang Hongchen, wiping away his previous exhaustion.

Helen asked, puzzled, “You’re very clever to guess my age so quickly. How did you figure it out?”

The crowd was sparse, and everyone was working up a sweat. Lu Can felt embarrassed to stand idly by, so he took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and helped Wang Dazhu load the truck.

Looking at the young man before him, Zhang Li doubted that this was the helper Lin Canghai had brought. His heart brimmed with disdain for the newcomer.

The three An brothers strode through the main gate, just as Qin Shanfeng was stepping outside.

But the reverence was not directed at the passerby but at the cylinder he carried. This cylinder granted a goblin, so weak by nature, such formidable strength that the mountain ants found it hard to believe.

In the hall, Ning Ye, Dongfang Qingyue, and the young master Nangong Ritian, along with three others, exchanged glances, bewildered by the sudden and inexplicable turn of events.

“Master, scouts report that the main force of the Linhu army is arriving!” Liao Hua arrived panting, dragging his greatsword to report.

Zhao Xian’s secret collusion with Northern Qi to scheme against the western frontier was a matter of the utmost confidentiality within the entire Su King faction. If it were exposed, Zhao Xian’s position as a minister would be at risk.

Luo Ting was deeply engrossed in a magazine, so after Mo Song’s arrival, he called out to her once and then refrained from disturbing her further.

Old Peter tried to dig out the stone egg before leaving but failed. Wasting time searching, he was eventually suffocated to death in the pitch-black mine.

The secret realm was a space concealed by ancient masters through arcane arts, designed to ensure the continuous passing down of sect legacies. It would only open to the outside world by rare chance.

Thinking of this, White Wolf deeply sympathized with his sister, who was equally immobile. Now he could somewhat understand Black Wolf’s feelings: others were lively and active while he could only watch helplessly, unable to move his body—a truly painful state.

Having followed him for some time, they were often confused by his smiling face, frequently startled and only reacting with laughter after several seconds. This time, the same happened, and after a dozen seconds, they burst into uproarious laughter together.

Before Brother Chen’s investigation, I was eighty percent sure Sister Gu was at home. The remaining twenty percent still made me uneasy, but now, hearing it confirmed from Brother Chen’s mouth, I was completely at ease.

The cataclysm in the Demonfall Land sparked a tremendous upheaval. Supreme power struggled to break free, and the entire region was in turmoil for a whole day. Three peak Heavenly Artifacts, immensely domineering, subdued the creatures within.

Upon hearing Lydia’s words, Ron was somewhat bewildered. Could there truly be such a formidable prophet in this world?

Sun Yan was probably frustrated to death. Just now, he thought that Mo Yan had turned over a new leaf, but unexpectedly, his wolfish ambitions had not dissipated.

Lu Youming set down his cards and glanced at Bie Yin. Bie Yin then picked up Se Qi, who was lying on the floor, and walked out.

He had previously researched online. Qi Yin was supposedly a figure from theatrical legends. How had he become a reality in Old Master Chen’s domain?

Yuan Xia, like a slumbering giant dragon, suddenly awakened. Vast energy surged wildly, warping the surrounding void and faintly fracturing its surface.

When my mother chatted with me, I always gave casual, indifferent replies. My mind was never truly on her.

The Tibetan mastiff slowly crouched down, its silent eyes fixed unwaveringly on Yang Hua before it.

Sang Ge led several warriors to climb down and meticulously inspect the patch of grass but found nothing.

“Let me introduce myself: my name is Liu Heng, from the Criminal Police Unit. This is my badge.” Saying so, he took out his police ID from his jacket pocket to show.