Chapter One Hundred: From Beginning to End

In an apartment in Kuwait City, the capital of Kuwait.

“Mm, I understand.”

After hearing Tong Wanxin’s words over the phone, Wang Xu finally felt the tension in his chest ease.

For the past few days, he had been closely following the Black Tortoise team’s mission in South Africa, terrified that Zhen Ye, in a fit of impulse, might lose his reason and get someone on the team hurt...

At last, things were settled. The mission over there had finally ended, and from the tone of the team leader’s voice, there did not seem to have been any accident.

“Baxia, get ready. It’s time to set out,” Bi Fang called from outside. The intelligence team had already found...

Some people, for the sake of getting a good result in this competition, were fighting desperately for points; such a chilling thing was nothing to soldiers.

But in the end, his superiors at the police station took him straight to the hospital for treatment and had the lighter removed from inside his abdomen.

After nightfall, Wayne extinguished the oil lamp and went to sleep. The black cat that had been lying at his side suddenly woke, opening its amber eyes to study him with a complicated expression.

“Dad, you’re looking in good spirits today. Second Brother, why are you free to stay home with Dad today? Let me do it.” When Liu Jianhua went to the back courtyard, he saw a middle-aged man supporting an elderly man with white hair as they slowly walked about the yard. The old man’s body was a little shaky, clearly not very steady on his feet.

Chen Fengyun burst into loud laughter. Earlier, whenever the demonic beasts were nearly annihilated by him, they would take the initiative to sever a section of their demonic arms, thereby greatly reducing the energy available to him. As a result, the energy he absorbed had been limited.

“Welcome, venerable ones, to your descent.” Fu Tucheng bowed toward the void. Though he himself possessed the attainment of an arhat, he still showed reverence to those he called by that name.

“That’s impossible. How could you have destroyed my blood god incarnation?” With one blood bat slain, Prince Lapideni immediately shrieked. He knew how formidable his blood god incarnation was; many methods used by human cultivators of the same level could do nothing against it.

“I wonder whether flying swords can cut open meteoric iron from beyond the heavens,” Chen Fengyun thought. Then he summoned his flying sword to try it, only to discover that it could indeed barely slice through the strange stone.

Wayne scratched his head. What was going on? Weren’t they just throwing fists and kicks at each other a moment ago, acting as though they would never stop?

Unexpectedly, after only a few years without fighting over the square-dance territory, he had already been left far behind by one of them.

If the target was the first madam, then once the first madam died, she ought to have withdrawn at once. Yet she had not done so. Could it be that she had an even greater aim?

The sound of screeching brakes came to her ears. Su Jing lifted her tear-swollen eyes. When she saw Gong Chenye had come back, her vision blurred with tears once more.

“Sister, what’s wrong with being remarried? Even as a second marriage, I was still properly married into the Han family. Besides, there are only ten tables in all. Shouldn’t we make it look nicer?” Ai Moli said, displeased, looking at Han Shangqing.

Lu Zhan hurriedly put his coat back over the back of the chair and said ingratiatingly, “All right, I’ll wait until the banquet is over. I won’t drink any more. I’ll have juice.” As he spoke, he lifted the bottle of juice in front of him and shook it toward Bai Caifeng.

“How, how did you know about this place? Who, who exactly are you?” Wang Sao’s voice, like her body, trembled.

Huo Xiaoran looked troubled. In truth, I knew he was wary of what Granny Wang had said.

“No matter what, you at least told us something useful. Let me give you one final friendly reminder: I’m a blood descendant of the Huo family.”

The moment Huo Xiaoran finished speaking, a series of dull booming sounds suddenly erupted from inside the room, and sparks of fire began to rain down from above my head.

The two of them had suffered from the Light God Art before. That sensation, as though even the soul itself were being melted, was far too dreadful and had left an indelible mark on their memories. No matter what, they did not want to experience it again.

In fact, even now he still did not know what sort of feelings Su Qingying held toward Qianmo and Qianmo’s death.

“All right,” Chu Haoxuan said, feeling that he made sense. There must be some mechanism in the room; Ye Zhengkai was not a god, after all.