Chapter 117: The Betrayal!

Meng Qian frowned; she could never have imagined that her own uncle could be so utterly shameless.

Meanwhile, Meng Nan, who was supporting the Matriarch, clearly felt the old woman’s entire body trembling.

Hypocritical, a beast in human clothing!

The Matriarch felt her mind go blank, and darkness engulfed her vision. In an instant, her breath failed her, and she fainted.

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After exiting the Gate of Eternal Life, how could the Heavenly Monarch of Electricity, with only the cultivation of thirteen epochs, be qualified to possess such a treasure? Kill her, and seize the treasure.

But this War of Demon Slaughter has been exploited by those with ulterior motives, and there is no telling how long this conflict will last.

Those who achieve the status of Emperor of Combat are all killers of the heavens, constantly bathed in blood, stepping over the corpses of countless powerful foes to ascend the throne.

Traveling by sword flight, he had already put hundreds of miles between himself and Gravel City when a tremendous roar erupted nearby. A moment later, a brilliant flare of fire suddenly illuminated the surroundings, rising up like a sudden, towering conflagration.

It was a pity that these people had encountered Lin Han; his divine sense was his third eye.

Lin Han slowly let out a breath. In the current situation, his father absolutely could not afford any mishaps. If his father were not there to hold the fort, the businesses they controlled would inevitably fall into chaos. However, upon reconsidering the origins of his adversaries, he felt slightly more at ease.

But at that very moment, a cold glint flashed in Yuan Ningning’s eyes. She instantly drew a dagger and aimed it directly at Lin Han’s dantian. Clearly, in her worldview, the moment she struck, Lin Han would be reduced to a cripple—a wretch without a shred of spiritual power.

If not for the massive, invisible force in this area impeding the sweep of his divine sense, it would have been simple to identify who the other party was. It seems this Longxing Chamber of Commerce had truly put in significant effort.

In this region, the environment had become hazy, a result of the spiritual energy being far too dense.

For now, restoring his injuries was the top priority. If the malevolent energy remaining in his meridians was not purged, it would become even harder to remove over time, potentially hindering his future breakthroughs in cultivation.

Fu Xinci said nothing more, simply helping her grandfather fasten a black scarf before letting them head out.

Everyone was currently in the tent, discussing the impending battle with great optimism. They were convinced that the Imperial Capital would be theirs for the taking; given the feeble combat strength displayed by the Greeks, they believed victory was certain.

This question left Chen Yinyin stunned. How could she not know that her parents possessed extraordinary abilities?

Holding the attitude that life is meant to be enjoyed, not spent bickering, Fu Xinci stopped talking and focused on dealing with the three melons.

The man carrying the quiver spoke with a surly tone, as if he had been played by this person before—which was indeed the case.

Some squads even felt the journey was too exhausting and simply went on strike. Rostislav responded by immediately invoking military law. Damn it, they had come all this way only to cause trouble; he would no longer be lenient.

She continued toward the inner room, only to find that Liu Yun was not there. Beside the pear-wood bed, however, a hidden door stood ajar. She did not venture inside; realizing what it meant, she turned and slipped back the way she came.

"Business at the Ning Family Eatery gradually slowed down, and just then, Boss Ning fell ill. To pay for his treatment, the Ning family drained their savings in no time. To borrow money, Auntie Ning pawned everything of value in the house, including the house itself."

Previously, with my master’s help, I barely managed to master two seals. Now, exploring it on my own, the progress can be imagined.

This was entirely beneficial with no drawbacks. Rostislav’s expectations were simple and pragmatic; after all, the future of the Rus would eventually be handed over to his sons. He could not control what happened after his death, so he had to ensure the children established friendly relations first, which would make it more likely for his plans to proceed smoothly.