Chapter 139: Damn, I've Got It!

"Is the old man serious?"

Infiltrating the rebel camp was one thing, but if they found the target, they were expected to bring him out alive?

How to successfully infiltrate a camp under the watchful eyes of thousands of terrorists, and then slip away unscathed while dragging a living person along—that's a challenge beyond an undergraduate's imagination. Let's hear from the graduate students...

"Isn't this a bit too arduous?"

Even Zhen Ye felt like scratching his head. It wasn't that their Special Response Team hadn't performed infiltration missions before, but compared to this, those were child's play!

Losing three matches in a row was a disgrace for someone at the level of Jiang Huo and Xiao Xiao.

From now on, all spirits would be doomed before him. Moreover, when encountering cultivators of the same rank, he could trigger this technique to shield their souls, hook them, and then annihilate them.

He could not refuse the phone call, nor could he keep his beloved possession, just like Emperor Xuanzong of Tang at Mawei Slope, who could only watch as Lady Yang hung herself with a three-foot length of white silk.

The room was clean and furnished like a home, even equipped with a fireplace for travelers from cold regions—a rare sight in tropical Australia.

Because of this, the area around the Li-fish gradually became devoid of other spirit beasts; the nearby ones had all died, and the distant ones dared not approach.

Returning to Omsk in low spirits, even the most skilled craftsmen were unable to make repairs. The structure of the ten-horned, seven-headed creature was far too complex; seven heads meant seven minds, each pulling in a different direction. Without a unified intelligence, it would only fight itself.

The ancient jade pendant and the antique coin seemed to possess the same function. Once Jiang Huo held them, he felt an bone-chilling cold.

Having witnessed the process of Luan Ying achieving the Demon Infant, Luo Yun knew that these two swimming dragons were likely the manifestation of that infant. He had heard that among the Eight Great Demon Lords, the Blazing Demon Lord was adept at fire; this must be him.

The triple-stewed deer head was the most intricate and magnificent of all, making it the perfect finale for a hot course meal.

"The Witch God? Have you been brainwashed by Zhong Hao?! How can you impose the theories of the Monster Race upon us, the Witch Race!" Xing Tian roared in fury. Although the Witch Race still honored Hou Tu as the Ancestral Witch after she transformed into Lady Pingxin, actual authority was held by Xing Tian. This was one of the reasons why Hou Tu grew increasingly eager to return to the Witch Race.

The Ghost Cicada's mouthparts contained the cultivation methods of the Ghost Cicada clan. Beyond the 'Silent as a Cicada' poison, there was also the 'Ghost Cicada Shedding its Shell,' which explained how the old woman had managed to evade Yan Yuncheng’s lethal strike. To neutralize the 'Silent as a Cicada' poison, one had to command these mouthparts.

Bad news followed bad news. Just as Tang Fei was pointing his finger at Lu Shanmin’s nose and hurling insults, Leng Hai rushed in, panic-stricken.

"Damn it, this is really getting difficult!" Lan said coldly, a few beads of cold sweat trickling down her forehead.

He took a taxi directly to the 4S dealership. Four years ago, to save up for a house for his marriage, Jiang Ye had painfully refrained from even buying a car.

Upon hearing this, several other hidden elders of the Qiankun Sect nodded. It was clear that Chen Xiao’s power had struck them with a sense of intense vigilance.

Once they left, the power of rules within them would dissipate into the heavens and earth, making survival impossible.

The two high-level elders sneered, looking down on the fawning Yin Ye with disdain. That such a spineless, cowardly man could exist at their same level was truly laughable. They despised him from the bottom of their hearts and didn't even want to bother with someone like him.

With a thud, an earth wall descended from the sky, trapping Sakumo completely within his own secret technique.

A faint voice echoed. At that moment, Chen Xiao’s gaze swept across the countless experts surrounding him. Faced with his eyes, those experts either turned their heads away or lowered them.

Thinking back to the power of the avalanche caused by the explosion, Hou Lei still looked shaken and terrified, and Zhan Zhen’s dark face was even darker—evidently, he had been scared out of his wits.