Chapter 44: An Incident Occurs

We kissed each other with the wild passion of lovers intoxicated by desire, rolling from the dining room to the bedroom in no time, her scent mingling with the aroma of wine, a heady mix that overwhelmed my senses. At that moment, I was already burning with uncontrollable longing, reason abandoned; my mind was consumed by the urge to possess Jinyulian’s body. I had waited three whole years for this moment. Ever since Jinyulian promised to marry me, not a day had passed without me imagining this. Now, finally, the crucial moment had arrived, and as a man, I—

Oily, tar-like impurities seeped from Li Lei’s pores, so filthy they made one’s skin crawl.

The Gu Emperor and Li Yunfeng spoke almost simultaneously, questioning why anyone should listen to a man who couldn’t even control Gu worms.

In the midst of their conversation, the bridge’s massive doors suddenly swung open. Li Weigong, who had been overseeing the resettlement of refugees on Earth, entered, bringing Liangzi with him.

The villagers in Luo Qiong’s hometown, a fishing village by the sea, had prospered over the years, each household now owning a car. Though most were modest vehicles under a hundred thousand yuan, a family with a car worth over two hundred thousand would be the object of envy for months.

He never expected Li Yunfeng to seek him out, yet now, Li Yunfeng had come to him of his own accord.

He had already ordered the soldiers to surround the barracks and cut off all communication with the outside world, so Bai Li had not yet entered the camp.

“Why? Didn’t you say you missed me? What’s wrong with me coming to see you?” Wu Junyan muttered.

Although the Crimson Amethyst Ice Sculpture was a ninth-rank spirit beast, it could not yet speak human language. Whether it understood its master’s words was unclear, but as usual, it responded with a series of chirping sounds.

“Woof! Woof!” From the distant port, Ruan Chengzhu, trailed by his retinue, still felt somewhat isolated. A few dry leaves drifted by in the sweltering heat, yet he felt a chill.

It is said that if one could ascend to the rank of Immortal Emperor, they would be unrivaled in their era.

“I sensed it too. Right now, he’s about two kilometers behind us, skimming the mountainside to our left. Drive a bit further and we’ll know who he’s after,” Paul said as he drove away from Outpost 109, simultaneously releasing talismanic energy to probe the surroundings.

Shockwaves rippled outward from the spot, claiming countless lives in an instant.

“Don’t the physicians at the clinic care?” Mei Ji frowned slightly. Letting the soldiers roam unchecked was hardly a good idea.

Zhu Hao entered the commercial building opposite the Martial Alliance Tower and found the temporary office of the Transcendence Society. Pushing open the door and seeing Yu Qianhua, he was delighted—it had been over two months since he’d last seen the leader.

Now, those ahead dared not hesitate. Hundreds of soldiers blocked the main road, and when they saw the ferocious beast approaching, all knew that if struck, they would be flung a great distance.

Yet, at that moment, apart from those noises, the earlier howls had fallen silent.

Thinking of this, Ling Zhuang’s eyes grew moist. She reached out to embrace Ling Jiantong. Perhaps this was their last night together, but she felt no regrets.

Chen Feng was momentarily stunned, his expression shifting. Lin Ruolan, too, paused, turning to scrutinize him, as if trying to read the caller’s name on his phone.

In the blink of an eye, the seventy-two Demon Emperors, who had guarded the Jinling Clan’s ancestor’s heart for eons, were slain by his descendants—their souls utterly annihilated, vanishing to dust.

Even the battle-hardened Xing Chu and Chu Ming, accustomed to death, felt a wave of sorrow and stood in silent reflection before Zhou Heng’s body, propped against a boulder with a faint smile on his lips. A passing wind sent a mournful sound through the air, as if bidding farewell to this hero.