Chapter 125: Ill Intent

Lou Yu continued to turn the ring on his finger—the chubby girl was changing the subject.

She did not want to continue discussing anything related to herself with him!

"Lou Rang has already arrived in Yizhou and even sent men to deliver a letter to the fortress!"

Lou Yu remained impassive, his voice raspy as he spoke slowly.

"A letter?"

Wang Heng paused, tilting her small head, "Does he intend to 'return' to the Lou clan fortress?"

What an apt use of the word "return," exposing Lou Rang’s true "identity."

Despite the conflict, the members of the two adventure groups held back from dealing lethal blows; at most, they inflicted serious injuries.

It turned out that Chi Zhaoping and the others, while escorting provisions, had learned of reinforcements arriving from Lingnan and sent word to Li Feiqiong. Li Feiqiong had then ordered Fan Kuai to intercept. The reason she could sit so calmly in her camp making bets was that she held Fan Kuai as her trump card.

Qiao Ji watched the triumphant Li Wei and couldn't help but shake his head with a sigh. He knew all too well the allure of this magical ring to those aging bigwigs; such an item, capable of restoring a man’s vigor and confidence, had always been a bestseller in the world of the nobility.

Thirty thousand divine soldiers wailed as they fled toward Sanjiang City. Poor Meng Huo, having listened to King Mulu, had left the city completely undefended. Now, the divine soldiers were pouring in like a tide, acting as pathfinders for the Han army, leaving the city gates entirely beyond control.

The Five Poisons Sect’s lair was in the Miao borderlands; a long stay in Star City would inevitably lead to a need for medicinal supplies.

The giant claw, which had been struggling moments before, suddenly froze. Daji, who was trailing behind Jiang Xiao, finally caught a clear look at the creature: it was a massive beast covered in golden fur, with fangs twice the length of a human head, eyes fierce and blood-red, and four limbs tipped with razor-sharp talons.

However, it was precisely this high score from his successful graduation that doomed Lehman. His father, citing his son's excellent academic record and a recommendation from the "Sixth Master," Bai Zimo, had attempted to secure him a position in the Taotie Fleet. After all, both father and son were American citizens.

Just as Li Weigong was beginning to feel disheartened, a massive, dark shadow suddenly appeared on the radar, less than twenty meters from the drilling ship.

Karl found himself suddenly becoming incredibly sensitive; it was as if a layer of dust had been wiped from the world, leaving it as clear as glass. This time, he felt his mental will take on a tangible quality, swirling around him like water.

They traveled by rural bus, hard-seat train, and high-speed rail, having countless regulated knives confiscated by security along the way. Some even nearly had their magical artifacts seized—who could blame them, when they forged their artifacts to look like contraband? After enduring countless hardships, the first group of over a hundred people finally arrived in Star City.

Mu Jing spoke as he activated his ultimate ability, "Cold-Blooded Pursuit," and his ghostly blue scythe began striking the opponent’s Ezreal repeatedly.

Those who have lost their shadows are no longer human; they are ghosts. They do not even know how they died, nor why they gradually transformed into spirits.

In an instant, Yun Tianyang felt as if that roar had manifested into a colossal iron hammer, slamming violently into his body.

It was unclear what Xiaoxiao was thinking, but judging by her expression, she did not seem very happy.

"Overlord Fist!" The man on the right didn’t answer; he lunged forward instantly, throwing a punch with all his might. Earth-aligned soul power coated his knuckles, and the indomitable intent of the Overlord Fist caused the very air around them to crackle with explosive force.

The two arrived at Illya’s hideout. At that moment, Illya was curled up alone by the roadside, looking utterly helpless.

He clearly had the ability to wipe out the entire musketeer squad in one stroke, yet he chose to toy with them like a cat playing with a mouse, keeping them in a state of constant terror, never knowing when this man would finally choose to end their lives.