Chapter 134: The Cliffside Port

The golem smashed through the rock wall, its thick arms gripping the edges of the fissure and recklessly prying them wide. Debris and ice shards rained down, the dull, heavy impacts sounding like rolling thunder. Vider stood at a distance, directing the spirits to oversee the golem’s initial phase of excavation. After the first heavy strike, the golem began digging inward along the gaps; this rocky terrain, so formidable to humans, was no match for the golem’s immense strength.

"Zhiyong, stop this. This body is your own; if you break it, no one can replace you." Han Zhijun urged as he looked at the bedridden Tian Zhiyong.

For instance, the Underworld King had lost the wager, yet he refused to yield the Underworld, hoping instead to have the War King act as an intermediary to pay the ransom.

"Isn't there a police station nearby? Why aren't the police doing anything?" Wang Feng asked curiously. He thought to himself that he knew the character of Chief Wang, who was certainly not the type to sit idly by.

"All right! Brother Sun, it happened like this~~~!" Fisherman Ding explained the details to the old man and his son, then stared at them blankly, waiting for Brother Sun to clear up his confusion.

"Officer sweetheart, it’s already noon. How about I treat you to lunch?" Ye Bai asked with keen interest.

"Is it really that terrifying? I heard from Tang Lulu that studying is a very interesting thing." Ye Bai was even more puzzled, having never stepped foot inside a school himself.

Jiuxiaozi, flying on his sword nearby, gave him a playful scolding. He immediately formed a seal with his hands and pointed forward. The sword beneath his feet shot forward with a whistle, instantly pulling a hundred meters ahead of Ghost of Dreams and the others.

"Your beautiful niece was in a car accident today!" Rodri said to Long Kun while watching Hongmei’s retreating back.

The first stance of Mountain Cleaving was merely a single axe strike, yet the immense power it contained was no less than any other ordinary attack; in fact, the danger inherent within it was even greater. Those lacking sufficient strength would find themselves cleaved in two just like a mountain.

It was clear they wanted her father to be thoroughly dead. Once he died again, even I would be unable to resurrect him. This was somewhat abnormal.

Seeing the zombie about to rush right up to Liu Aiguo, Stone suddenly grabbed the creature by the shoulders from behind.

Although this blade technique was immensely powerful, it was simple and straightforward, possessing no real finesse. Against those with lower cultivation, it naturally resulted in a one-hit kill, but against opponents of similar strength, it could be easily dodged or even countered—let alone against those whose cultivation surpassed his own.

It stood to reason that Apollo would choose to endure for now; the probability of him making a move against Shen Junru was minuscule.

At this, Li Longji could no longer utter a word—he understood, of course. How could he not understand what was in her heart?

For someone to rise, someone else must step aside. This was exactly why Rui Rui was so anxious over the loss of a public service announcement and an Olympic song. It was unclear who would end up with the song Xu Yi had missed, but one thing was certain: if it fell to a newcomer, it could be their chance to become an overnight sensation.

Early this morning, those special flying soul guidance devices from Morning Star Manufacturing had scattered these flyers, leaving Xu Tianran unsure of the opponent's strategy. So, the base of the Holy Spirit Cult was actually in the Evil Demon Forest? It seemed he had finally grasped a handle on them.

"Cthulhu Gives Out Candy, what a strange name," Huo Yuhao said, simultaneously taking out a green scale.

Elder Nanfeng sneered, then brought out an object—a golden key.

The two old men exchanged a look. They both realized one thing: Stone wasn't following them to catch demons, but to monitor the two of them. Once they understood this, they felt at ease.

Moreover, this "final word" strike possessed a miraculous effect: these 108,000 variations could successfully awaken a spirit, bestowing divinity upon the weapon.