Chapter 139: Are They Really Going to Set Los Angeles on Fire?

This move, even with Bai Bieli being a rank above Situ Xuan, still resulted in a stalemate. Let alone if they were evenly matched—there was no doubt the one who would be thrown out was definitely Old Yue the Second.

“Why would the censor save me? I have committed a capital offense. This will only drag you down further,” I lamented, lying on the ground while the censor continued tending to my wounds without pause.

The greatest advantage of prolonged lockdown and delayed final battle was not anything else but financial; it allowed more time to gather military funds.

But now, her only hope rested on Lin Ran. Without his help, her fate was sealed.

The Ji family’s members had darkened eyes. The strongest aspect of the Queen of Sound lay in her ability to control all things with her music. With a single note from her mouth, she could wield immense power. After this performance, no one could say whether the crowd would lose themselves—it was doubtful anyone would even survive.

“That’s right, this is a good thing,” Su Sheng said with a rare smile on his face. This pleased Su Fa immensely, finally a glimmer of hope. Lin Ran reached out to touch the edge of the plate but was stopped by Su Fa.

Everyone had witnessed the land’s movements in peaceful times, so such a scene did not stir them much. What moved them was the vanishing of seawater. With the emergence of the land, vegetation began to grow, gradually forming fertile soil and signs of life activity appeared.

Indeed, the crow spoke human words. The voices from the crow were suddenly familiar to Lei Xiu and Aileen as well.

The old dragon’s expression shifted. To be honest, it feared Hua’s strength. Had it not seen Yi’s battle, it would not have thought this way. But after witnessing the defeat of the possessed, it finally realized that, as a soul who had lived countless millennia, it was not the strongest.

Yi sneered coldly. “You’ll know when the time comes. Now that I’ve fully understood, no need for more talk. Whether you kill me or I kill you, we’ll settle this today.” As he spoke, Yi crossed his great staff before him.

Jiang Dong and the others sat at the highest point of the entire Carefree Palace. Unlike the vast ballroom of that day, this was Lin Xi’s private chamber.

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Upon hearing this, A Jin suddenly leapt out from within the dried corpse puppet, leaving it vacant and motionless on Mao Dong’s back.

Eighty percent of the reporters on site pressed microphones close to Yi Yang's mouth. The “security line” formed by airport guards was broken by the reporters, who surrounded Yi Yang tightly. It seemed if he didn’t say something, they would not let him leave easily.

Jiang Dong coldly stared at Xiahou Li. “Xiahou clan? Hmph! Not only will you die, but your entire Xiahou clan will perish by my hand!” With that, he dragged Xiahou Li down into the forest below. The target was too large in midair; he did not want anyone to see that he possessed such forbidden techniques.

Fu Jinnian looked at Shi Sheng’s pale face but didn’t feel that his own actions just now were wrong.

When Lin Yu woke, she found herself still lying on the ground of the herb garden, still clutching the “Spirit-transforming Grass.” Glancing at the sky, it was not yet fully dark—she guessed she had only been unconscious for two or three hours.

But looking up, the stone remained perfectly intact, standing there. She frowned and shook her head.

Ning An tossed a shock grenade through the window crack. After the roar, the stone house shook loose a large amount of dust, the interior filled with smoke. He had learned this from Old Daozi—the shock grenade could effectively exterminate living beings inside without damaging the building’s structure.

Mu Ran, a reporter who had followed Yi Yang since university, was naturally furious upon hearing these outrageous remarks. He strode directly toward those men, completely ignoring their stunned gazes.

In no time, Long Zhenbang’s veins bulged, black energy rising from his feet. His body swelled like a balloon, expanding rapidly.

Tang Yan approached Tian Ci’s side, saying, “Let me boil the water. I feel guilty coming so late and not doing something.” Tian Ci smiled and let her.

Though passing through the spatial portal constructed by Gu Yi was only a moment, Patch could clearly feel he had crossed thousands of kilometers.

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Just now, Gu Lingchuan came to find her. Seeing her standing alone by the lake in the wind, he quickly took off his coat and draped it over her, telling her that as a newlywed in the residence, she must not catch cold.

Though Zhang Taibai was also level 4, he was still too young. Could he really be a match for such an old monster?

“How did you come here?” Chen Tianyi asked playfully, narrowing his eyes, his thick black eyebrows raised.

Xiangliu casually blocked Jingwei’s sword, but found a wound on his arm. Damn, Jingwei’s sword was too sharp.

From what I know of Shen Yin, I can guess with near certainty that she must have angered Yan Jin.

Pi Po, suffocating, had long since released Zhang Qiong, grabbing Zhang Yong’s left hand with both hands, kicking wildly. But with his vital points controlled, the force he could exert was at best a mere annoyance to Zhang Yong.

My cousin’s words pierced the most vulnerable place in my heart like a sharp thorn. I couldn’t cry or even speak.

This was the first reopening in two years. If this new customer fled again, Patch felt there was no point in keeping the Void Exchange open. So he had to maintain the best hospitality to leave a very good impression on the bald customer.

However, when he saw Yang Xiao not only motionless but also softly snoring, she finally came back to her senses.