Chapter 102: To Catch the Wolf, Must One Not Spare the Child? A Plan of His Own

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Hearing the mother and son spouting that nonsense, Li Guohua was almost angry enough to laugh.

He could not help mocking them to their faces.

Seeing Krel lie down quietly, his face covered in blood, the others widened their eyes, their astonishment strangely calm.

"The Primordial Prison Chaotic World?" The Lord of the Tyrant Blade curled his lips into a cold sneer, not a trace of pity on his face.

"It seems the blast was not thorough enough. We will have to finish the job ourselves." As Shark spoke, he tossed the weapon in his hand to the forward beside him, leaped into the pit, and then used his bare hands to throw the rubble out one piece at a time.

The only words the crowd could manage were those few. Hong Wu's performance was nothing short of dazzling, leaving everyone dumbfounded. In an instant, the whole place fell silent, as if struck mute, each of them finding it unbelievable, yet the truth lay right before their eyes, leaving them speechless.

"To hell with you!" I cursed loudly, clutching my head and curling into a ball. It was too late to run; I could only lie on the ground and leave myself to fate.

This sword had once slain a true god, or rather, it had cut down a forbidden being. Because of that, the blade had been cursed by that forbidden existence. Perhaps it was precisely for this reason that the sword had "died."

To possess such strength, yet remain hidden all along within the Li family, content to serve as an insignificant blue-robed retainer.

Of course, aside from the divine talisman of harmony, the heaven-defying treasure of the Sky Burial Valley would also become Lin Yu's spoils.

Ordinary ninja masters, such as Hozuki Suigetsu, were excellent at slaughtering common folk and low-level ninja. They were quite formidable against ninjas of the same level, but when faced with power on a higher plane, they were no different from those cut down beneath the blade.

Since the great catastrophe, there had already been very few martial gods among Earth's human race, and such large-scale deaths had never before occurred. Yet now, they had.

Gripping the ice sword in his hand, frost gathered in the surrounding heavens and earth. The sword light swirled once more, and the long blade struck directly against the furious man's spear.

Even Cen'er would know this truth: how could she only understand it now? This belonged to the kingdom of Boyi.

The guard struggled to remain calm, but the slight trembling of his hand at his side betrayed his fear. He said, "Your Highness..." In truth, the guard no longer had the courage to continue, and could only lower his head and kneel there, avoiding Prince Qing's scrutiny.

When the police car sped all the way along the road and slowly came to a stop at the entrance of the city hospital, that strange feeling still lingered.

The cries on the scene grew louder and louder. Prince Qing was vexed by the incessant noise, yet his own angry shouts were swallowed up by those cries.

Xuanxin and Xuncan went next door to take a look, and discovered that on the beds lay two warriors, just like the one beside Hongqi earlier. They were also convulsing all over, then vomiting black blood and dying. The difference was that all of their eyes had fallen out, not a single one left.

"It counts, of course it counts." Miao Yinyi nodded without hesitation and agreed.

As for having a physical body, in the early stages it made breaking through restrictions difficult, but later, as the body gradually grew stronger, this major step could be spared.

"It's fine, Aunt Wang. Let him do it." Those were Ye Shimei's final words before she hung up the phone.

After that, Night Maple gave Tu Fei the last piece. The source of heaven and earth was exceedingly rare, with all kinds of wondrous uses, and the holy lands coveted it greatly.

I felt that Master Zou had already reached a conclusion in his heart, only he had not said it aloud. But I did not press him, because his choice to remain silent at such a moment had its own reasons.

The moment Lu Yan heard the news, he smiled, and then thought to himself that this play was about to begin.

Yuan Sixiang and the four attendants beside him were instantly so terrified that their faces turned the color of earth. The arrogance they had shown before was already gone.