Chapter 139: The Martial Arts Arena

Dao Sansheng, who had just vanished from the arena, was suddenly hurled back, slamming heavily into the ground and creating a deep crater. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he stared ahead with a steady gaze, struggling to climb out of the pit.

"Little..."

Meanwhile, Zhonglichun, who was mounted on the back of the Vast Sea Qilin and should have held the advantage, was now filled with trepidation. Initially, she had gained a slight edge thanks to her mount, but as time passed, the youth before her—who fought like a god of slaughter—saw his ghostly aura swell ever more densely. His strength seemed to grow boundlessly, as if it had no end.

She simply used chopsticks to retrieve a variety of medicinal herbs from an earthenware pot, placing them onto a nearby saucer, such as wedelia and honeysuckle.

Xing Yu’s "Eight Desolations Strangling" technique had already captured the attention of countless spectators, solidifying the determination of various factions to seize this individual at any cost.

Unable to make sense of Consort Feng’s death, Li Li began to contemplate other matters, specifically the Consort Zhao mentioned in Consort Feng’s letter.

Compared to the grand ceremonies of major corporations, the opening ceremony for the electronics store could be described as shabby; it was perfunctorily handled with a few strings of firecrackers, a handful of colorful balloons, and a scattering of flower baskets.

Upon hearing Uncle Chen’s words, Li Mufeng’s expression shifted abruptly. He looked at the man before him, ready to speak.

"Uh... alright, then!" Seeing that it was unlikely to extract any useful information from her, Yan Shiyi had no choice but to let the matter drop.

"Young Master Hua, since you wish to study the Way of Artifacts, I have quite a few forging materials that I shall gift to you as well." Even though Lady Qingying knew that learning to forge was incredibly difficult—and that those without talent could spend a lifetime without ever becoming a Spiritual Artificer—she still decided to support Hua Sheng unconditionally.

"As long as you can uncover the truth, you shall manage the inner palace alongside the Noble Consort from now on." A voice suddenly cut into the hall; it was none other than Dong Qilin.

However, this sword looked rather dilapidated, as if it had been used for a very long time. Jiang Yi decided to replace it; it was simply too old.

In truth, he was unaware that there was a special formation in this place, likely set up by the old man in the room, specifically designed to prevent cultivators from masking their aura to scout the area. Jiang Yi, ignorant of such a formation, had essentially walked right into a trap by trying to hide his presence.

The dog was even more thorough in its disdain for me; it swung its blade and severed the tentacles from its head. The sight of them falling to the ground gave us quite a start.

I was alarmed at the sight, but Dadezi remained unhurried, opening his travel bag and tossing three items onto the ground. Zhang Tiezui and I looked closely to find two knives and a sword.

"This gun has decent power, though its lethality is a bit low. I hope this robot doesn't reboot in a moment, or we’re doomed. Let’s keep moving," Mouse said, gripping the gun as he addressed the group.

Hearing Dadezi’s words left me stirred once more. I never expected that the seemingly honest and loyal Dadezi would dare to call Uncle Ye an "old charlatan." This world had truly gone mad.

She was genuinely speechless. She hadn’t expected Li Jue to be capable of such nonsense, and that he could think of such a thing at a time like this was truly admirable.

I went out to buy a set of new clothes and some gifts for my parents, then excitedly brought them back home.

I snorted and said, "Didn't you just say this donkey cart was the 'rollercoaster of the land'? What’s wrong? Can't handle it anymore?"

However, whether they were acquaintances or strangers, people generally disliked those who had arrived with the military.

"Do you intend to start a massacre here?" Old Man Yang’s eyes were cloudy, yet as he looked at Ye Tan, he appeared like a lion; it seemed he was truly angry.