Chapter 153: Battle of Life and Death, The Fall of a Supreme Adept

Eastern Emperor Taiyi stepped forward, confronting the other three Hunyuan Demonic Gods.

With deep-seated grievances accumulated between them over a long time and now meeting by chance on a narrow path, there were no superfluous words to be spoken—only battle remained.

The East Emperor Bell resounded, plunging the three thousand realms into silence.

The heavens and earth of the Primordial World sensed the clash, instantly giving rise to earth, water, fire, and wind. The ethereal forms of the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise condensed and took their positions to guard the four cardinal directions, thereby maintaining the stability of the cosmos.

A thought stirred within Eastern Emperor Taiyi, and he secretly muttered to himself:

Zhao Ji felt deeply moved within his heart. While ordinary officials were generally unwilling to leave Bianjing, Minister Yang had truly traveled to the four corners of the realm for His Majesty's sake. On such scorching hot days, he was even willing to journey out to sea to transport rocks; his loyalty was simply unrivaled.

And thus was born the predecessor of the "Zero Organization," which would become renowned throughout human history in the countless years to come—the "Zero Club."

"He saved us? Then earlier..." Bai Mushuang thought of how she had treated him just moments before, abandoning him when the raging tide of the sea surged forward.

Broly was simply too powerful. If he truly wanted to kill her, she would have no choice but to sit and await her doom.

That entity resided within his consciousness, using his voice to make his family bring him to Mount Cangdai.

The living room fell silent once more, and it was quite a while before the sound of the front door closing echoed through the space.

The expressions of all the generals shifted abruptly. Spring had truly arrived; with the return of spring and the rejuvenation of all things, the battlefield was the first to wake and revive.

After Broly first appeared at the Cancer Treatment Center to treat Wade's cancer, the CIA had quietly stepped up its surveillance of the facility. The moment Broly reappeared at the hospital, Matt received the news immediately and rushed over in a helicopter.

A voice called out, and Chen Gui walked out from the inner room leaning on a cane. For the elderly, this frontier winter was truly difficult to endure, leaving their bodies frail and exhausted.

I listened heavily to the countdown; it clearly wasn't anything good. Judging by the clips I had seen in previous movies, it was very likely some sort of self-destruct sequence.

"Everyone, pay attention to concealment, disperse, and don't let him get away!" Tanaka Kotaro instructed in a deep voice.

Amidst this spectacle, in a certain hidden location, a figure as fluid as water moved as effortlessly as a fish in its element, drifting to and fro. Then, empowered by the might of the sword array, the figure suddenly burst forth and struck a fatal blow directly into the roots with a single sword slash.

The only thing still worth celebrating was that her appearance hadn't changed; she was still that handsome hunk, still that mid-lane Faker and bot-lane Uzi.

"Alright, since you've both arrived just in time, take a seat and have a meal together in a moment. By the way, tell me why you're here—surely you haven't come all this way just to give me a report on the selection work." My gaze swept across the two of them. How strange.

Furthermore, even if the hatred involving the Ye family were settled, it would not mean the end; on the contrary, it would drag one even deeper into a perilous vortex.

The rope choked her to the point of suffocation, and she could even feel the tree continuously sucking her toward a cave.

A figure stood atop the topmost floor, chest pressed against the railing, leaning half of its body out to gaze down upon the earth shrouded in darkness.

However... she was also acutely aware that those people would typically discard her once they grew tired of playing with her. Therefore, her objective had always been singular: while safeguarding her purity, to use men as a stepping stone to climb to even loftier heights.

Frowning, I hesitated and took a step to the left, thinking that although Napoleon had his Waterloo, old Cao here also possessed extraordinary skill and boldness.

The present-day Wusheng Peak was exceptionally unique—so unique that one could definitely not find a second place resembling it anywhere else.

The space within the sphere was akin to a scorching, fiery purgatory, densely populated with a vast array of weapons forged from golden flames, each radiating an intensely burning aura.

Why couldn't one love? Let us not forget, this world was unprecedented and unparalleled, and precisely because of that, it was utterly and entirely lonely. Plunged in such profound solitude, the world naturally yearned for companions.