Chapter 141: Re-evaluation (Part 1)

"So this is a Xianxia-style world?"

Bai Zongnan carefully observed his surroundings, finding that the vegetation on Sen'gu Star was sparse, and the ground was parched and cracked, appearing completely barren. Yet, he caught a faint scent of blood in the air.

"This Sen'gu Star... countless people must have died here..." Shock washed over Bai Zongnan's heart; this truly was a scene of the apocalypse.

At that moment, a massive, oppressive Xianxia pressure surged over him.

Fragments of thoughts surfaced in his mind...

"How can this be? Wasn't Ma Chao in Nanyang? Why is he here?" Shen Pei snapped back to reality, saying in a panic.

Just as Chen Hao began to wonder if his calculations were off, the black cat suddenly let out a soft meow and pressed itself against the car window.

"To be honest, if the space of the heavens could bear my full strength, with a single thought, I could condense tens of thousands of sword Qi arrays capable of slaying cultivators in the Supreme Realm."

Hunger is naturally one of humanity's greatest miseries, but compared to thirst, hunger becomes a much easier burden to endure.

Ji Lingsheng smiled faintly and pulled Xueyu into his arms. Xueyu offered no resistance, letting herself be embraced, her face flushed red as she awaited his bolder moves. She had already made up her mind that as long as he did not go too far, she would accept it.

The sixth level of the Ultimate Innate Skill possessed a rate of absorbing spiritual energy comparable to upper-tier Earth-grade cultivation methods. For any other martial artist, two lower-grade spirit stones might have already replenished half of their true qi, but for Liu Wuchen, it was less than thirty percent.

The messenger arrived at the spot, knelt on one knee before Liu Qi, lowered his head, and held up a battle report with both hands.

Yunxi glanced back briefly, then continued watching the battles along the path of transcendence displayed on the spatial screen.

The gloomy night, the eerie mountain cliffs, and that solitary wooden cabin in the darkness looked ashen, like the color of death.

If not for Huo Qubing's unstoppable advance that swept through everything to achieve a sweeping victory, let alone claiming there were no royal courts left north of the desert, this entire campaign might well have become the final straw that broke the great Han Dynasty.

Looking at him now, where was there any trace of a powerful overlord? He looked precisely like a tail-wagging, fawning lapdog.

Li Hua wore an excited expression. Suppressing Xia Yichan was hardly difficult; just grab her twin ponytails and victory was guaranteed.

Qian Yuanqiao had offered a staggering six hundred million, desperately wanting to buy Han Chen's painting, yet still failed to secure it.

After all, having returned to Huainan after nearly twenty years, he naturally hadn't had the spare time to wander around on his own.

"Stop right there! What do you think this place is? My establishment deals in business. If the two of you wish to duel, head to the Life and Death Arena," Situ Yang's voice rang out.

Yet it was far too late. The very instant Wang Lan turned her head, the massive truck had already slammed into her sedan.

It was just that An Beichen's relationship with her had only improved by a tiny fraction. The thrill of shopping at the night market last time had been wonderful, but she hadn't even had the chance to pay him back yet.

Once Wu Xiuxiu departed, Song Jianchu turned her gaze toward the old pagoda tree by the courtyard gate, spotting a familiar hem of clothing.

Xuanhe happened to catch sight of Murong Zhaoge and wanted to grab her to demand an explanation—was it truly her who had pushed Murong Qingzi? But seeing him act like a mouse spotting a cat, she turned tail and bolted. With so many people enjoying the flowers and lanterns here, she vanished in the blink of an eye.

Wu Dezhang instantly passed the buck to Qi Tiannian, implying he had no objection to marrying two women, but leaving the question of who would be the primary wife unresolved.

Just as everyone was feeling disheartened that Shen Gongbao had failed to breach the Guardian Array of the Brilliant Sect, Old Ghost Jin and his fellow apprentice exchanged a glance, bitter smiles lingering at the corners of their mouths. How could they not feel bitter?

It seemed Xue Ling's reputation was simply too vast. To this, Xue Ling paid no heed whatsoever, treating such situations as nothing out of the ordinary.

Instantly, the various demon clans plunged into a frenzy, frantically absorbing the radioactive smog and material produced by the missile explosion.