Chapter 138: Rumors of the Wild Hunt

Even without considering a return to his prime, Locke, in his current state, possessed the confidence to face Gilfimos while wielding the Spear of Thor.

The battle at the King-tier level reached its conclusion, and the Saint-tier battlefield in the sky began to draw to a close as well. The last remaining sect leader of the Hidden Dragon Sect was sacrificed in a blood ritual, and their ancestor, overcome with fury, was struck down by the heavy iron staff swung by Sun Qitian.

By midday, most of the cultivators near the Imperial City had arrived, leading to a significant surge in the number of people.

On the fifth day, with a crisp snap, the ice shattered. The "Ice Guide" successfully entered the tenth layer, but at the same time, the demon core rotating within his dantian fractured as well. The pale blue sphere, which originally bore only nine cracks, suddenly burst apart, tearing into countless gruesome gashes.

Everyone’s gaze converged on the end of the corridor. Li Sheng approached, carrying some luggage on his left shoulder. His pace was not as hurried as usual, and the long-standing sternness between his brows had vanished. Instead, he walked toward them with an expression of apology on his face.

So that was it. However, this did not make him retreat in the slightest. Within the same realm, he had never feared anyone; on the contrary, his killing intent grew even stronger. Ye Yang’s talent was extraordinary, and since he could not be turned to his own use, he should not be allowed to remain in this world.

Of course, the most formidable was Shi Guang’s Star Sword Rain. Being the reincarnation of the remnant soul of the Heavenly Emperor of Ten Thousand Stones, combined with the Star Sword Box—a weapon of the God King—the two complemented each other perfectly, instantly erupting with the unique brilliance of a Sword God. Together with divine talismans and divine lightning, they surged toward Chen Xiao.

Yan Yuncheng gazed at Hai Linyu’s retreating figure, a faint arc appearing at the corners of his mouth. He thought to himself how close it had been; if he had not mastered the "Ghost Cicada Shedding its Shell" of the Ghost Cicada tribe, he might truly have been defeated by Hai Linyu today.

Jiang Xie pondered for a moment before tearing off his human-skin mask, revealing to Bing Meng a handsome face that was well-known to everyone in the Vermillion Bird Kingdom.

She was particularly sensitive to the word "mongrel," and she did not know why; she would grit her teeth in anger whenever she heard it.

Seeing the shift in attitude from Brother Viper, Fang Jiadong felt a surge of excitement in his heart.

Li Jun calculated that ten thousand bundles of silk were worth one hundred gold coins, and one hundred gold coins could sustain over a hundred households.

From then on, if anyone offered a high price to learn these skills from him, he would insist on vetting them first; if they were the wrong sort, no amount of money would suffice.

Mengmeng was absolutely furious. Although only a portion of the family assets had been stolen, it wasn’t about the money; it was about being slapped in the face.

Liu Qing, Cao Xueying, and Zhao Limei all held their phones, looking as if they could not believe their eyes.

It was like Wukong and Ao Yunxin, who visited the teahouse several times to eat and drink, gaining vast amounts of Dao essence, yet they did not break through their realms on the spot, only achieving it gradually after returning to meditate in seclusion.

Bu Hong remained expressionless, ignoring how much Liang Shiming struggled, and simply kept a tight grip on his arm.

"What suspicion? James, what have you done?" the old man across the table asked, surprised.

However, she had not expected Ning Tao to have his phone on speakerphone, and that the entire class now knew about it.

Mei Ni did not know what Mao Ritian was planning, but being easygoing, she did not ask and simply set down the walkie-talkie to follow him out.

"Why are you so clingy today?" Fu Tingze held Ruan Mianmian, enjoying their time together.

Liu Neng was aware of the situation between Liu Gang and Zhao Xinyao, but he had not expected Liu Gang to be beaten up because of her. Truly, a beautiful woman is a source of disaster.

"But we have already..." Qian Jinbao said anxiously. He knew the situation, but times had changed, especially since they had already shared intimacy! If he didn't marry her, what would happen to her in the future? Had she never thought about such questions?

"It's alright." The stinky Taoist patted his bulging belly, bit on a toothpick, and said with a smile.

Yun Simi looked at Pu Shizhang with gratitude. This gave everyone a way out; otherwise, she would not have known what to call him herself.

Qingfeng Garden was a quiet, Chinese-style hotel where the waiters wore Hanfu, and the decor followed a retro aesthetic.

At this moment, his features, as if carved by a sharp knife, radiated a cold aura. His thin lips were tightly pressed, and his eyes, deep and bottomless, glinted like blades as he stared fixedly at the large lobster.

As the evening lights flickered on, the private room fell silent once more. Tang Ge sat there, looking toward the distant Lishui Lake and the ten-mile Qinhuai River. Having crossed a thousand years to arrive here, the scenery was now entirely different. It wasn't quite right to say things had changed while people remained the same; it was more that he had returned to a certain node in the cycle of reincarnation, which left one sighing with emotion.

King Yi’s cold eyes suddenly locked onto King Fudi, causing the latter’s breath to hitch. His body tensed, feeling as if he were surrounded by murderous intent that pricked his skin like needles.

When Xiao Chuan casually glanced at the others, they were scrutinizing him carefully.

Hearing the man’s footsteps enter the room, Li Lingyu finally looked up, her face burning hot. She suddenly threw herself onto the bed, pulled the quilt over her head, and beneath the sheets, her delicate face—already flushed enough to drip water—grew even redder.

When the shifty-eyed man had been thrown away earlier, no one had seen it, but when the burly man was thrown, someone finally caught sight of it.

It was not only the disciples within the sect who were confused; other powers in the Source Stream cultivation world were equally baffled, unable to fathom what the Red Flame Sect was really up to.

He could not afford to provoke that Great Personage, but he had captured Xiao Chuan without killing him, intending to hand him over to the Palace Master of their E-Vein to deal with later. He could not carry the blame for this, but the Palace Master surely could.