Chapter 72: Every Beating I Take Is Because of You

My Years in National Security Don’t panic—I am capable of even more. 1309 words 2026-04-13 15:57:55

Jumeirah Island, Atlantis Water Adventure Park.

“Wow, this leap of faith is pretty interesting.”

Having enjoyed himself, Zhang Liang was ready for another round.

“Alright, that's enough. Aren't we supposed to go kayaking next?”

Zhen Ye tugged at him, exasperated. The three grown men had spent the entire morning doing nothing but playing in the amusement park...

“Fine, let's go then,” Zhang Liang replied after a moment’s thought, not insisting further. After all, it was all about having fun, and besides...

“Is that guy still following us?” The Lord of the Demon Realm, Lu Wu, glanced at Duobao Tathagata, whose eyes were half-closed, somewhat surprised. He wondered silently why the always pretentious Buddhist sect was so candid today.

This time, Audrey was genuinely stunned. The fat man’s expression was one of utter determination, yet his words were completely contrary. She could sense the resoluteness within them; indeed, he would never agree no matter what.

Later historians debated this battle, which altered the original landscape, for centuries. Both sides pursued their arguments with relentless fervor, digging up evidence from every corner, even unearthing countless obscure secrets and tales, launching a grand and heated debate.

“Honorable Great Demon, we have no other demands. If we must state a condition, then our wish is simply for you, Honorable Great Demon, to become the King of Darkness.” The high-ranking werewolf, eager to curry favor, continued with his flattering remarks, hoping in vain to be chosen as the leader for the soul ceremony.

Liu Rumei struggled to rise, breathing heavily, her body wavering as if she might collapse at any moment.

However, humanity’s cosmic battle strength consisted of two hundred and forty steel fortresses; seventy-two hundred interstellar cruisers fully loaded with one hundred forty-four thousand fighters, the total air force amounting to one hundred fifty thousand. All fighter craft were deployed to occupy the star domains, making a show of force with nothing held in reserve.

Gazing at the silent emptiness, Qingfeng looked around but found nothing out of the ordinary.

Dazhu Pingichiro walked forward without turning his head. He could not tell if he was in illusion or reality. Suddenly, he stopped, raised his gun, and fired at the ceiling. After the shot, a fine dust drifted gently down onto his face.

No one knew how many spatial barriers had been shattered in the cracks of space. The cultivators who followed the Ancestor of Humanity eventually halted in the gap between endless spaces. The vast and unyielding spatial shackles could not be broken, not even by those at the highest realm.

The aura still hovered a hundred meters from the bone dragon, tangled and hesitant, as if it greatly feared the necromancer and dared not make any move. The oppressive atmosphere spread over the imperial capital, silencing the startled cries below under its overwhelming pressure.

Mu Lingxue’s red lips parted slightly, a hint of anticipation in her expression. To a spiritual cultivator like her, a seven-star jade ginseng was a treasure beyond price.

Clearly, Ye Tianchen’s refusal to become her disciple left her in a poor mood. However, with her temperament, she would never hold it against him.

For Qiuling Shan now, aside from the Tianyuan Emperor and the Xuedong sisters of the Frost Spirit Hall, there was no rival left in the entire Douyuan Continent. It was indeed time to venture to broader horizons.

Liu Yifeng’s heart was taut. To obtain the Fire Spirit Infant, he would first have to kill Ming Tianzhi. Ming Tianzhi was a spirit-class beast, already possessing intelligence, so trying to lure it away was simply impossible.

Jian Chong drew his sword from his waist, and instantly, blue light surged forth in waves.

“Looks like once I’m done with these matters, I should return and help my four beloved disciples and two battle slaves improve their alchemy and forging skills,” Xiao Kuang thought to himself.

“I don’t know either,” Zhao Qing replied, unable to comprehend what her brother meant by “considering.” Wasn’t he supposed to help her investigate Tian Er Miao? Was this the investigation?