Chapter 115: Presenting the Evidence

With a wave of his arm, a faint arc of electricity flickered, and a new card fell from the air.

He wasn’t merely exposing your dark secrets, spreading rumors, or causing you to lose followers—he seized every opportunity to utterly destroy you.

Why hadn’t there been such commotion before? Could it be that the former vessels of the Original Sin Copper Rings were too weak to attract her attention?

A singer with limitless potential would never be confined or defined by a single musical style, for he leads the genre rather than adapting to it.

Yet, this also affected him to some extent; even the Martial Lord-level Gu insects within his body emitted a wave of fear.

As the mist dissipated, a floating island hidden for countless years within the fog was revealed in the space for the first time.

“That’s it, right there. It’s not what I need, but perhaps it’s what you require,” Du Zitong said thoughtfully.

“It’s even more formidable than you described,” Sang An said, then explained the method and precautions of the Gu to Su Niannian.

Outside the classroom, You Xuan intercepted the Great Virtue Temple, pulling out a list of questions he had prepared.

Meanwhile, Xie Xiangyu was summoned out; overhearing Qin Guangjin’s words and the others’ discussion from inside and outside the door, her expression instantly darkened.

Like Xu Chengliang, he was a prodigy of the Heavenly Sword Sect, becoming a Solid Yuan Realm cultivator before sixty. When the sect was exterminated, he was just 110 years old and had already achieved the peak of the Solid Yuan Realm.

He pinched the glass on the table, watching the amber liquid sway with the movement. His gaze became distant. Bringing the glass to his lips, he tilted his head back, letting the sharp taste burn down his throat to his lungs. Yamamoto Mari exhaled a breath of alcohol, setting the glass down on the table.

Because Mo Yun understood clearly that everything Han Xue was doing now was for him—for this brave warrior who had given everything for his country, the battlefield, his people, and even the world.

The reputation, busy washing dishes at the sink, didn’t turn around but simply extended a hand behind him, pointing.

Last time, just the base of a Heavenly King Tower allowed Ye Youran’s Glazed Golden Body to reach its first stage.

Countless powerful beings perished in ancient times—the heavens shattered, the human realm fragmented—and the entangled karma was beyond terrifying.

Yet, the Warrior Divine Lord had taken wound upon wound to protect Ye Youran, now on the brink of death.

Julie held a wine glass as she danced to the music, enjoying herself, but when a male server came in, a flicker of impatience crossed her face.

Master Qingyang was no different; at first, he fantasized that Su Bai might truly have the ability to help him ascend, seeing a glimmer of hope to become a true formation master in his lifetime.

If not for the fact that eight people had already battled Su Bai, the Buddha’s disciple wouldn’t have been confident in defeating him.

The recorded content was actually quite clichéd: if Wang Chen did not cooperate or tried to escape or harm the test personnel, Zhang Aishi would lose another body part—and this time, it might not be just a finger or toe.

Upon hearing this, their expressions changed instantly. They found the fainting incident suspicious to begin with, but after seeing the Fifth Elder’s corpse, they had no time to dwell on their own unconsciousness. Now that Du Yu brought it up again, it struck a nerve.

The latter’s eyes gleamed with a chilling light as he made a throat-slitting gesture toward Hua Xin.

Tang Yi snorted coldly, swung his coiled dragon staff, and instantly shattered the fiery bird that had taken the form of an old man.

The aura of Zi Lingwu had reached the peak of the Qi Gathering stage—just one step away from transforming Qi.

Du Yu snatched the gun from the gunman, pocketed it, then drew the Lone Moon Blade to kill him on the spot. Though the gunman had fainted, who knew if he would awaken and scream, which would complicate Du Yu’s plans.

Du Yu looked at Li Lingzhu with hopeful eyes. Of course, he knew she wouldn’t reveal her master’s identity, but he wanted to see how Li Lingzhu would handle the matter.

Staring at the star-studded, ethereal formation before him, Tang Yi was momentarily stunned, then filled with disbelief.

It seemed the one burned badly but still clear-headed, knowing that the chance to return to the Zumwalt was uncertain, so naturally, they had to put forth a bargaining chip to strengthen their position.

Wang Chen sighed, reaching again for his food, only to find his bowl empty and the two plates before him scraped clean.

Wang Kai had already closed his eyes, bracing for a beating from his old father, but nothing happened.

Liao Yu parked in front of a magnificent and luxurious building. Through the car window, Luo Jiali easily recognized it as the most lavish and expensive Western restaurant in the city, usually booked far in advance. She wondered how Huo Tianhua managed to get a reservation.

It was unclear what preparations Qian Chongxue had made beforehand, but she had united most of the rogue cultivators, seemingly with the intent to target the Immortal Sect.

Shen Ziyi’s divine power had nearly reached the early Refining Void stage, yet it was absorbed by a formation set by a single crow, and this formation had been set up in an extremely short time, indicating the crow’s peak-level mastery of formation techniques.