Chapter 119: A Fierce Clash

"Even with the actions you are taking now, it is absolutely impossible for everyone to like you. You should have considered what kind of things you did in the beginning. If you really go through with this, you will be nothing but a disgrace to these people!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhao Ling'er saw the burly man before her looking as if he were about to weep. She had not expected that her actions would cause them such humiliation, but given the current circumstances, they were simply trying their best to survive.

"You know very well what is happening now. We have reached this point; do you really want to continue like this?"

Lin Zhen'er lifted her hand with great effort to cover the fatal wound on her chest. A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating her paper-white face.

"That’s right. Since I, as your teacher, have taken up your and your brother's cause, I will see it through to the end. I will surely seek justice for you both. Moreover, as people in the medical profession, none of us can tolerate the existence of such black-hearted hospitals. They must be destroyed!" Ye Lengfeng said with ironclad resolve.

"I am happy! Who said I wasn't? I am overjoyed, jubilant, and perhaps even delirious with it," Zhou Nianping replied with a grin. He brought the wine gourd to his lips, but his hand trembled violently, and most of the liquor spilled onto his lapels.

Although the entire world understood that the bubble in the NASDAQ was already extremely severe, a market capitalization that directly surpassed the entire GDP of Japan still excited and maddened far too much capital.

"Lulu, I didn't expect you to be even more beautiful in person than in your photos!" Nie Yuanping praised An Lulu without the slightest hesitation.

However, Tang Xin did not intend to tell her younger brother about this. She knew that if she told him, their parents would soon find out, and they would undoubtedly stop her from being with Ye Lengfeng.

It could be said that in Hollywood today, Daenerys Entertainment was the studio that valued marketing the most. More importantly, the Westeros system also controlled a vast array of media resources.

Zhou Nianping articulated his views in a calm and detached tone. Mu Changfeng felt his logic was sound, yet a rift had already formed between them regarding Lin Yuan, and with it, a sense of wariness. He could no longer trust Lin Yuan with his life as he once had.

Every scene of this history was witnessed by Lao Jun. After a long sigh, he continued on his way.

"Karon, you shouldn't bully others just because you are strong. Karu, don't fall for his tricks. Let's go!" Martha also rebuked Karon.

Wu Xiliu and Gu Quan joined forces, driving the two Heavenly Ninjas into constant retreat, leaving even Shimizu Jun severely wounded.

Yet, this man, elegant as a prince, wore the most innocent smile on his lips, for he clearly sensed that someone had died... that many people had died.

Even if ten more Heavenly Kings were to appear in the future, that would be a matter for years or even a decade from now. Lu Hu would have resigned, and the next Arena Master would have arrived; those things were no longer Lu Hu's concern.

Having just vanished from the teleportation array, Tang Xiao and his party of dozens felt as if they had stepped into a void.

Hou Yi, Chang'e, and Wu Gang, having no kin or friends, and unable to bear leaving their homeland, cleared a patch of wasteland beneath Phoenix Mountain, built three stone houses, and lived in seclusion ever since.

"The Yin Sha Chief!" Fu Can frowned. Yin Sha, the most terrifying assassin organization in the martial arts world, had always been incredibly mysterious, home to countless experts.

Inside the command post, the staff officers stared at Hu Guoshan. Every house and every street had been bought by their soldiers with blood and life. Were they really just going to retreat like this?

"Ugh!" Upon hearing these words, Lan Youming felt his stomach churn. The feeling was so overwhelming that it made one want to scream and go mad.

Having said this, Master Yitian stopped looking at the youth and turned to walk a few steps toward the door. He looked outside, watching the maple leaves in the courtyard dancing in the wind. No matter how beautiful the dance, they were merely at the mercy of the breeze; maple leaves that have lost their freedom are truly desolate.

Upon hearing this, Si Ming’s complexion turned ashen. The words completely clouded his Daoist heart and spiritual wisdom, and many Immortal Kings within the Immortal Dynasty looked on with strange expressions.