Chapter 129: One Arrow, Two Vultures (Part One)

After breakfast, Shen He hopped straight into the car driven by Chen Zhao, heading directly toward the cordoned-off sewer entrance. Perhaps because he couldn’t claim his breakfast as a business expense, Chen Zhao’s face remained a sickly shade of green. It was likely because that single meal had cost him an entire week’s worth of pocket money. One had to admit, some married men were truly pathetic. Sitting in the passenger seat, Shen He began to calculate.

Ma Long’s arm muscles tightened, veins bulging. Several men in black aimed their laser guns at him, their expressions eager for a fight, creating an incredibly tense atmosphere. Zhang Tiansheng needed a meaningful Crushing Punch, and the best way to execute it was from behind Wu Gang; if he could land it squarely, it would surely deal significant damage. Such a voice could only have been forged through countless storms, having fully comprehended the vicissitudes of life.

Ye Xiu concisely explained to Ma Jing how Gao Huan had forcibly snatched the peach. After hearing this, Ma Jing looked at Ye Xiu with a confused expression, her face written with disbelief. The endless wind and sand lashed against the Heaven-Earth Xuan-Huang Aura, causing it to tremble slightly. The Taixuan Dharma Eye was peerless; a single glance revealed that this was no ordinary sandstorm, but one refined through immortal arts, which accounted for its immense power. "Damn it!" Ling Tian frowned, struggling to defend himself as he retreated a dozen steps before finally steadying his stance.

Just as Dong Cheng finished speaking, a soldier came running over in a panic, breathless. Within a few breaths, the cold voice echoed once again in the ears of the Evil Sect Master. Young Master Tianyu’s footwork had truly reached a supernatural realm, far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, catching his opponent off guard and leaving them no time to react.

"Ha! What a joke! Does Taixuan Brother’s choice require you to point fingers? What is wrong with our Demonic Path? How are we inferior to your Xuan Sect?" Wuxiang said with a chilling look. With a flash of his sword, Ling Tian struck back, unleashing a sharp attack; the two sword energies collided violently, resulting in a stalemate.

Hong Wanjun’s crimson pupils reflected Yang Yi’s calm and elegant face. In that moment, the bitterness in his heart reached its peak. The Great Sage of Evil Extermination possessed power far superior to the Dream Immortal, yet he was forced to wait for death within the dreamscape. It stood to reason that if Brother Sima Hui had not been bolstered by the Master, he would have likely been defeated long ago. His eyes were wide open, filled with confusion, anger, resentment, and even a trace of relief. "Mistress, thank you for your kind intentions. But I must climb the Heavenly Ladder. No one can stop me," Lin Yi said to Li Yitian with great sincerity.

The founder of this lineage must have been a brilliant and talented individual who utilized the arrogance and madness inherent in combat to establish a unique tradition. This tradition was born for battle, born for a chaotic world. Gu Mochen shrugged; facing Emperor Xuanzong, he maintained his usual cynical and slouchy demeanor, as if he held no respect for the Son of Heaven.

For a voyeur, prying into the secrets and privacy of others does not always require gaining some tangible benefit. Simply peeping into the secrets of others' hearts is enough to stir excitement within them, and that was exactly how the sidekick felt at this moment. "Leave it to me!" Wang Le patted his chest and readily agreed, feeling a sense of relief and newfound confidence.

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva also appeared, casting a glance at the head of the Jing River Dragon King, her expression darkening as if she could hardly breathe. Suddenly, the tide of battle shifted, and spies from all factions began to relay messages. When the pounding finally stopped at the last second, the fat man suddenly screamed and charged forward, "You bastard, pay with your life!" This move genuinely startled the newcomer. "I am Old Mu! Hey, I’m Old Mu!" In the chaos, Mu Xichen narrowly dodged a blade, grabbed the fat man’s hand, and kicked the military knife away.