Chapter 134: The Temple of God-Slaying

"Oh, I didn't expect you to have seen me before. Let's skip the small talk—prepare to die!"

The girl flickered, appearing right before Shen Xin, and threw a fierce punch.

Shen Xin still did not engage, teleporting away to dodge. He had no idea what her true strength was yet and wanted to test the waters before making his move.

Because you dropped your phone there, someone picked it up and gave it to the waiter, who then used the intercom to ask the entire bar whose phone had been lost.

Qian Li grabbed her foot while Zhang Jiuling kicked the other, causing Zhao Yingying to perform a forced split right onto the ground.

The keynote speaker this time was Bai Lanqing, the elder brother of Bai Lanjing and son of Bai Yuqi. He wore a well-tailored jet-black suit underneath a pristine, spotless white lab coat. His handsome face was a sight to behold, embodying the quintessential "dashing older man" image for many young women.

"Grandfather, if Ji Yunxi’s background is so ordinary, could she really be from a family of medicine? She has denied it herself, and the whole thing feels rather muddled." Xu Ming’an was confused; their family had frequent exchanges with the elite clans, and although they had some connections, this didn't add up.

Even knowing that all of this was an illusion, I lacked the courage to probe, let alone attempt to uncover the truth.

"Cluck, cluck, cluck—" A few hen calls suddenly rang out from the outer room. Moments later, Jing Shuang appeared at the doorway, clutching a frantically flapping hen in each hand.

What met his eyes was an antique-style courtyard with glazed roof tiles, blue-brick flooring, thick pillars, and spacious verandas... What was going on here?

The two were fighting fiercely, their power whipping up a gale that overturned a section of the Sun family estate, leaving many people stumbling and falling.

Shen Qingming remained by Qian Li’s side. If she went anywhere, he followed; no spiritual fruit was as important as she was.

The demons had no will to fight. Upon hearing their companion’s words, they began to whisper among themselves, and a mood of frustration and gloom permeated the scene.

Having said this, the guy stopped speaking. He believed these people already knew exactly what he was talking about.

Unexpectedly, before he could even react, the situation underwent a earth-shattering shift. The once arrogant and tyrannical Rong Ming had been defeated in a single move, lying on the ground, his life hanging in the balance. Rong Han, the seventh son of the main Rong line, fared no better; his defensive weapon had been reduced to dust, and he himself had been sent flying.

However, Xu Chen immediately dismissed this thought. It was noon; although there was no blazing sun overhead, the intense daylight was strong enough that no ghost would dare show itself easily.

"Tell me, if this race were held in China, no one would bet on a Japanese horse, right? Don't these people know what patriotism is?" Xiao Peng said indignantly.

Mu Sen had to serve up another round of chicken soup for the soul, noting that truly profound individuals are often extremely low-key.

"Damn it, who’s there? Come out and talk! What kind of shady schemes are you playing at?" After a flicker of movement, the Millennium Ghost King shouted in a rage.

"This is the advantage of the human race. And I am a leader among men, ruling over all directions. If I didn't have this much ability, it would be a joke," Cang Jianli said confidently.

Her beautiful face had Lu Yun firmly rooted to the spot; his pupils reflected nothing but the perfection etched into his heart.

Xiao fell silent. Although she knew a little of the inside story, it still felt incredible to think about now. If even Amon couldn't suppress the eye-patch, didn't that mean she had even less hope of saving her father? For the first time, she felt a sense of shared misery with Amon, which made her shake her head to drive the feeling away.

In contrast, Zhang Wanxue looked utterly arrogant, acting as if she were from a noble household, looking down even on servants of her own station.