Chapter 128: Trapped Within the Scheme, Part 8

When she heard those words, Yan Jinxi’s heart skipped a beat, and feeling suddenly uneasy, she turned her gaze toward the window, her index fingers circling restlessly. In the past, whenever Shang Linjun grew close to female animals, Yan Jinxi always had ways to make them vanish before him. So today, Shang Linjun’s question carried an unspoken meaning: he was aware of the little tricks Yan Jinxi had played before him and, rather than stopping her, he had allowed it.

Gazing out the window, Yan Jinxi seemed to realize this, a faint smile blossoming in her eyes, momentarily forgetting her usual fear of Shang Linjun. Though outwardly he appeared serious as he drove, his gaze betrayed a different intent.

Looking closer, a young man in a blue robe smiled with a certain charm—his brows hinted at roguishness and a touch of frivolity, yet his aura was undeniably distinctive. Wan Ying frowned; no matter how she looked at him, he didn’t seem trustworthy. With a slight effort, she snatched the painting into her arms and turned to leave.

He did not seek wealth; his desire was to learn about the Golden Elixir family mentioned just now, and the elder and younger members there.

The teleportation array leading to the Land of Divine Demise was incredibly complex, requiring rare materials for its formation, as it bridged two separate spaces. Fortunately, the Dragon Island’s heritage had amassed countless treasures over the ages, making the setup of such an array feasible.

As Xiao Yan had said, her current cultivation was insufficient to counteract the strange toxin; she could not exert any power against it.

Suddenly, a young man appeared—his features delicate and refined, exuding an ethereal aura. Dressed in sportswear, his hair streaked with white strands at the forehead, he approached slowly from the distant sky, each step spanning a thousand meters.

However, retrieving Liu Xiangqin’s remains was no simple task. Without proper preparation, exposing her bones to light would cause her restless soul to dissipate into nothingness.

An elderly man in his sixties sat serenely atop one of the car roofs. His face was adorned with thick eyebrows and tiger-like markings. His eyes, rotating like wheels, gleamed fiercely with a deep, imposing presence. At this moment, his expression was grim as he observed the scene before him.

The clash of swords rang out—metal striking metal, shadows flickering. The guards wielding blades moments ago now lay scattered on the ground.

What shocked Chen Feng more was the eerie devouring force emanating from the fissure, consuming the gathered spatial energy and instantly diminishing over half of the condensed spatial elements.

In truth, such a superficial wound would heal after a night of cultivation for Ye Wudao, leaving no scar by the next day.

“Someone will come down to pick you up. I think I should leave now,” the captain suddenly grew evasive, but it seemed too late.

Having gained experience in the Eighth Quadrant, Xu Ming moved with ease, heading straight toward the Sacred Realm of the Seventh Quadrant.

This outcome naturally displeased Naruto, who still cast hateful glances at the two men behind him from time to time.

“To be exact, it’s a united Earth front—at least politically correct within the Integration Department. You know, Eurasia and East Asia are sailing in the same boat with us,” Dan turned around, shaking a finger seriously at the person in the chair.

“The Peacock Clan’s invitation—was it really the Ghost Mask of the Human Sword Sect?” The Elephant King stood there, puzzled.

Overnight, the deeds of Jin Yang and his companions had spread throughout Aowei, becoming the city’s hottest topic. Those unaware of the event were often ridiculed. At such a time, many held indifferent attitudes, choosing to remain aloof.

Leading the charge was the fierce amateur boxer Rooney, followed by Husky, Lampard, Terry, and Dale—the four strongmen of England. They beat the Turks so mercilessly they cried out in despair, toppling several opponents in under a minute.

Suddenly, flickers of fire sparked from his fingertips, transforming into lifelike swarms of flying ants that surged toward the surrounding Sealed Realm.