Chapter 113: A Special Method

Ming Shuang, unexpectedly rejected, kept his hand suspended in the air. He stared in a daze at his young martial uncle who had dodged him, watching as the man’s face, which had just regained a hint of color, turned deathly pale again from vomiting blood. His white robes, now tattered and gray, were riddled with holes stained in dark red. Combined with his long hair—which was uniformly white from root to tip but disheveled from the fight—he looked less like a battle-worn warrior and more like a mass murderer who had just broken out of prison. He certainly did not look "fine."

Of course, Ming Shuang, who had tumbled into a dirt pit and embraced his blood-soaked uncle earlier, was no cleaner; his own identical sect uniform was caked in mud and dark, dried bloodstains. In such a wretched state, worrying about whether one’s face was "dirty" was truly absurd.

The person sitting opposite them remained expressionless, eyes deep and unreadable. He looked at the two of them one by one in silence, yet he did not speak.

"Li Xu's" deduction was correct; the six major powers on the other side were indeed engaged in a new round of consultations, though no conclusion had been reached yet.

No wonder he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when he saw the water lily; it turned out to be his lover from a past life. If this were true, all his questions would be answered. Li Ming had never been able to figure this out.

It is said that after Wukong and his group of four—three disciples and a horse—left the Pure Land of Poluo, they plunged directly into the western desert at the edge of the Western Continent. This vast desert was extremely barren, and with the constant prowling of demon wolves, no sign of human habitation could be seen.

"All the gods must stop him! That is the foundation of our divine race; we cannot let this jinx destroy it!" Mu Fang shouted in a panic upon seeing Li Ming’s primordial spirit enter the blood pool of the ancient gods.

Slightly puzzled by the strange appearance of the demon core, he was certain that the aura it emitted was correct. He wiped it off on the corpse of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord and tucked it safely into his magic pouch.

Everything appeared so serene, making it impossible to connect the current scene with the mysteries of Mount Ararat.

Of course, Liu Feng was thinking more about why they hadn't signed an employment contract with him even though he was working. Would they refuse to pay him when the time came?

"Actually, the moment you appeared, I knew you were sent by the island nation, I just wasn't sure if it was the Emperor or the Prime Minister. Besides, do you know why we are cutting off your fingers one by one?" Duan Qianxun’s voice grew increasingly icy.

Liu Feng gasped for air, scanning everyone around him with a grave expression. He had not expected the "Dragon String" to be this powerful.

With no cars ahead or behind on the quiet road, the sports car was filled with the scent of the beautiful woman beside him. Shao Bin looked at Xu Ruobing with a wicked smile.

"Brother Duan, have you noticed that the person you killed earlier did not turn into a withered corpse?" Jiang He lowered his voice, speaking to Duan Lingfeng.

Yin Zhongjie’s face turned livid. Jun Mohan had indeed been faking his crippled legs all along, and the Divine Cavalry had never been disbanded; each of them had been concealing their true strength.

Utterly lacking in vigilance—my foolish brother, even when he’s this close to you, you have no idea. And that’s the least of it.

"Farewell, everyone! You must survive!" Watching the two giant beasts charging toward him and feeling that he had not a shred of strength left, the burly man slowly closed his eyes and prayed.

Tian Lin and the others were moved by the sight. Especially upon hearing He Luo’s final words, they felt a heaviness in their hearts, sensing that something ominous was about to happen.

Ouyang Ting-shuang laughed heartily. He took the Flaming Horse brought over by Ouyang Yan, said his farewells to the two of them with great solemnity, and walked over to Tu Feng, who was standing not far away.

After more than twenty exchanges, Edogawa Yu watched Ye Zheng in the center with a smile; his strength was even greater than he had imagined.

Fortunately, the merfolk had no ambition to conquer the world or rule over it, and their numbers were simply too few, incomparable to humans who could easily number in the hundreds of millions or billions.

"So, you are unwilling to cooperate." Helian Bate’s expression shifted, a sharp glint flashing through his eyes. His patience had its limits.

"Understood!" came the excited voice of Jin Fengren. Having been with Liu Feiyu for so long, he had yet to participate in a formal battle, and he was naturally thrilled. Liu Feiyu’s demand that Jin Fengren ambush an eighth-rank cultivator instead of a ninth-rank one was out of concern, fearing that Jin Fengren might be harmed.