Chapter 149 Burning with the Desire to Kill Him

Approaching the stele forest once more, the crimson light emanating from the black foundation illuminated the entire area. A pillar of beam soared into the sky, transforming into a colossal gateway connecting heaven and earth.

The surrounding silence was so profound that she could not resist making some noise just to prove her own existence.

At present, Bai Yao still needed to gather some information from other members of the Sword Rain Sect to verify his hypothesis—namely, whether Ye Ziyi's deception was meant as a kindness or a malice toward him.

The forces of Shendu, already at a disadvantage, had their ferocity completely unleashed. Every strike was fatal, displaying a readiness to die and an overwhelmingly fierce momentum. Not only did they rout the ancient martial arts army, but they also charged directly toward the enemy's primary stronghold without any intention of pausing to regroup.

"Father, Gentleman still has some urgent matters to attend to. I think he will be here shortly," Isabella said with a gentle smile as she looked to her father on her right.

"Because this town holds an extraordinary strategic value, the Scots and us fought wars over it for hundreds of years," Isabella continued to narrate in summarized terms.

"This is, this is..." The old man was too shocked to speak. The next instant, as if recalling something, his eyes held not only astonishment but also an inexplicable trace of joy.

"You—are you leaving me?" Shen Yuan suddenly panicked. The two of them had never been separated before.

While they were speaking, someone from the opposite side led a squad of soldiers forward to interrogate them. Ling Cao hurriedly sent someone to respond.

"Have you heard of Tang Bohu from the Myriad Spirit Hall? I heard his strength rivals the top ten of the Heaven's Pride Ranking." Two men walked past Chifeng, discussing the renowned Myriad Spirit Hall in Haicheng.

During times of peace, martial generals were treated like stray dogs. These brutes who excelled in slaughtering needed battles to win glory and merit. Staying cooped up in the capital was making them grow moldy, so they might as well go stretch their limbs with these youngsters.

"Puff." A mouthful of fresh blood suddenly welled up from the Empress's pale lips, slipping down like a fine thread. It stained her moon-white dress, blossoming like shattered petals across the bedsheets.

"I came out for a stroll and happened to see someone bullying you." Pei Xu forcefully grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his embrace.

"With that paltry amount of money you have, it wouldn't even cover a single day's expenses for my Pei estate," Pei Xu said lazily with his hands behind his back.

"Mother, you know I was being framed!" Shen Yuan frowned, offering a discombobulated explanation.

Xiao Jiekai, Xiao Jiexuan, Xiao Jierui, Zhao Mucheng, Ling Feiyun, Li Rongming, and the twin sisters Natasha followed closely behind.

It would have been one thing if he hadn't noticed, but to have it exposed in such an embarrassing manner on such an important occasion—

Xiao Ye shook his head. Since he couldn't figure it out, he refused to waste his brainpower on it any further. He dusted off his backside, stood up, and turned into the inner courtyard of the Ministry of Teaching and Punishment.

"Stand further away, you're filthy." Ning Xiyuan's voice rang out before she could even steel herself, the disgust on her face entirely unabashed.

"The Six Sects have always been arrogant, looking down at people with their noses in the air. It's rare to see them sucking up to anyone like this. Of course I have to record it for them." He lagged a step behind Chu Ran, using her body to conceal his sleeve as he stealthily rolled up a corner of it.

For as many years as anyone could remember, the Burying Flower Palace had been this way—defiant of the imperial court and utterly disregarding the four great clans. When the former Palace Master was still alive, the palace was said to commit every conceivable evil, regarded by all as a demonic sect and heretical cult that deserved to be executed by everyone.

Shui Nan desperately wanted to throw away his dignity and beg for mercy, but when his eyes met that pair of cold, bloodthirsty pupils devoid of a shred of humanity, he knew that no matter what he said today, he could not escape. Since that was the case, what else did he have to hesitate about?

Huo Lingfeng sat in the seat of honor, gazing at the fervent gazes below. Beneath his gentle and handsome exterior, he was already seething with violent fury. If not for the fact that he was the host and could not leave, he would have flicked his sleeves and departed long ago.

"So you found out." Huo Lingfeng walked toward Qing Hong, his ethereal robes fluttering in the breeze, his red lips and white teeth parting slightly. He was like a bright light in the dark night; no matter where he went, he radiated a detached tranquility that soothed and comforted troubled minds.

Meanwhile, Liu Lin also accepted the invitations from Mango TV and Shanghai TV, turning down all other networks apart from these three major ones.

Chris Paul finished the game with 14 points and 9 assists, complementing Zhou Zheng's 12 points and 11 assists. There was little doubt or controversy in them sharing the award.

"I know, Liu Lin is holding an autograph session inside. But I don't know why, he actually started singing. Still, this song is really good!" said Passerby C.

Indeed, Mike showed exceptional care toward Jiang Lan. In his own words, Jiang Lan was like another sister to him. Yet, he never spoke a single word about his family or what had happened to the beloved sister he cherished.

Between the Demon Realm and the Human Realm, there existed a net-like barrier. Demons and ghosts whose strength reached the Quasi-God realm could not pass through. Therefore, theoretically, the highest level of strength attainable by humans in the Human Realm was the Ninth-Tier Cultivator stage, while for demons and ghosts it was the Quasi-God realm.

"Much of what needs to be said should be told to you twenty years from now," Lang Ming slowly stood up, stroking the ancient trunk of the sin-locust tree.

Liu Xu smiled and said, "I told you, I will make a set of clothes for you every year, just wear them casually." With that, Liu Xu asked her how the glove-knitting was going, whether she had made any money, and how the fudo beans were doing.

Ye Xuan knew that Uncle Wang and his adoptive father were not merely master and servant, but friends of many decades. With decades of shared history, the passing of Elder Fang had dealt the heaviest blow to Uncle Wang.

In truth, all their schemes and plots ultimately boiled down to eating, drinking, and making merry. Xiao Le had even planned to buy a Ferrari just to take it for a spin and chase after Zhu Xiaoxiao.