Chapter 43 Disputes

He Wenzhou’s words stung, causing Zhou Zhengzhi to shrug his shoulders and gnash his teeth.

With an expression of deep disappointment, he cast a sharp glance at He Wenzhou beside him and shook his head in exasperation. “Look at you, so hopeless. Once a person is poisoned by emotions and loses themselves, they become nothing but a coward.”

“So what?” He Wenzhou chuckled lightly, lifting his head, his brows...

Dawn began to break in the east, and the world gradually resumed its natural order. Beneath the thin mist, after everyone had arranged their plans, they started leading their troops forward slowly.

“What’s going on? Coming back so late?” Seeing them enter, Hou Pingping asked with some dissatisfaction.

Inside the office, the conversation between the two men cast a cold, sharp edge into Luo Hao’s sword-like brows.

The further they advanced, the heavier the anger became. In this dark and chilling spaceship, Qi Shu felt a suffocating resistance even more stifling than the second level of the famine cave.

There had to be a reason behind such reckless provocation. If only he could uncover that one driving force, perhaps everything could be resolved smoothly.

And this Zhao, the head of the family, not only fought but ended the battle within five minutes and cleaned up the battlefield within ten. Yet, somehow, that still didn’t satisfy him?

After a day of brewing tension, the blockade left by the higher-level players should have eroded significantly. At the very least, some of the abyssal rifts definitely still possessed the power to send monsters back into this world.

“Three talents? No, the world’s devouring ability is at most double talents,” he replied. “My true talents are the Dark Bloodline and Western Magic. My melee combat skills rely entirely on my attributes.”

A one-armed man placed a plate before Yu Ci. On it was a steaming bowl of rice and a large platter of richly colored, tantalizingly aromatic braised meat.

Before him, aside from himself and the King of Hell, there was no one else. Who was he speaking to? To whom was he confessing? Had his head been caught in a door or kicked by a donkey?

“Your Majesty, no, this person—” It was He Jin speaking, but before he could finish, Liu Hong interrupted coldly, “Hmph, do I need you to question my actions? Am I the Son of Heaven, or are you? Why don’t you take this seat then?” Liu Hong’s tone was icy.

Shen Zhiwei sat down again and gently sipped her tea. “Good tea, but a pity it’s cold.” She pushed the cup away slightly, dipped her finger into the tea, and wrote the number one on the stone table.

The man immediately picked up a wine glass and raised it toward Xu Changfeng. But Xu Changfeng remained motionless, sitting upright in an unusually stiff manner.

“Changbai Mountain is a place full of treasures, but they’re hard to come by. After all, those rare materials and treasures have all become sentient—they’re not easy to catch,” Chu Ge told Ling Shen and the others.

“Haha...” Chen Fan laughed heartily and sliced open a spatial rift with one hand, entering Hell. He intended to get the coordinates between the galaxies from the realm king but decided to find the King of Hell first. After a quick scan, Chen Fan flew straight toward that place.

With that, he strode out of the faculty building. If Shen Zhiwei had looked a little longer, she might have noticed a trace of desolation in his silhouette. But for some reason, she had woken up feeling somewhat euphoric and carefree, leaving her little time to pay attention to such subtle details.

The Spirit Food Flower in the spring clearly sensed that these three intruders were quite powerful and chose not to pursue them further.

“Chen Xiang! Will you cripple your cultivation yourself, or must I do it?” Chen Fan said calmly.

At the same time, the elite forces of the Li Fire Dynasty outside remained motionless for a while.

The chief curator had gone into seclusion to seek a breakthrough. As deputy chief curator, Hu Yongse was duty-bound to take on this battle.

Indeed, after buying a new phone, Annie registered a Penguin account and consciously began keeping a diary in Penguin Space.