Chapter 199: The Second Private Meeting

After picking up Mio and walking out of the school gates, Chen Jiehua paused to think. He let Mio get into the car first, then beckoned to the secret agent who had been tailing them from afar.

The agent was bewildered; he wanted to run but didn’t dare, so he could only scratch his head and cautiously approach.

"You there, ask your Xu Enzeng where he’s eating tonight."

"Reporting to the officer, I belong to the Secret Service."

"Splendid! The Secret Service will do just fine. Call your superiors and ask Dai Chunfeng where he’s dining tonight."

"Baili Hongluan, are you seeking me out because of the Nether Clan’s invasion?" Ye Qianduo asked directly upon seeing him.

As Yu Heng continued to chant and weave hand seals, the severed tributary of the River of Forgetfulness seemed to come alive, surging slowly to merge back into the main stream.

On this point, Lu Qi was actually very clear on the logic of the situation.

Charlie smiled as he spoke. He trusted Pa Siler’s capabilities; if he were any less competent, he wouldn't have been able to hold the line with a broken, retreating force until reinforcements arrived.

The one who had murdered his brother Mingyu, occupied his brother’s body, and launched that sneak attack against him years ago was the ghost cultivator Yi Zhi.

"Ye Zhenting has also been thrown into prison. I fear that if the human race continues to stir up such trouble, the world will be turned upside down." Baili Xuanshang raised his eyes, his imposing gaze tinged with a hint of playfulness.

Before this, Uncle Gunilla had never revealed a single word to him; this decision had been made entirely behind his back.

"Luosha, you are from the Northern Desert. You neither need to nor should get involved in this," Sima Jingye said, looking at Luosha solemnly.

"En, en." Hearing Ling’er’s voice, A’Qing suddenly lifted his head and broke into a wide, toothy grin.

Trust? Black Rose frowned. In this post-apocalyptic world, trust was an ethereal concept; though many spoke of it, no one had ever truly trusted another.

If things continued this way, the demon race would not decline even by the time humanity developed space shuttles. Thus, in order to make way for humanity, the demon race had to lose the hearts of the people.

Jun Shan did not believe in such things. He unleashed the power of his nascent domain, driving the laws of decay. Instantly, the area he occupied saw all other laws suppressed and pushed aside, transforming into a world of rot.

Zhang Zhen spent the night restless. Beyond the excitement of the fortress’s emergence, he had to consider how to fight this war. This was a battle they could not afford to lose; although they could start over if defeated, no one wished for failure.

Even so, he remained cautious, specifying in his oath that he would only fulfill the agreement once the other party helped him become a disciple of the Purple Flame King.

So they were to be test pilots. Sergei looked at Dr. Zhang, stunned, his eyes asking: building a Mobile Suit with alien technology?

The midnight moon finally emerged from behind the clouds, casting its light onto the wall. Old Mo stepped forward, formed a seal, and conjured a Universe Map in his palm. The map depicted mountains, rivers, and vast forests, with the figures within it appearing clear and remarkably lifelike.

With the situation in the Profound Yellow Inner World in turmoil, Transcendentals were actively vying for spots to attain godhood. Although becoming a god meant being subject to others, it was still better than falling into oblivion.

"Your courage is admirable, but on the field, I won't go easy on you just because you're injured!" Mader said coldly.

The vulgar feudal society was rife with injustice, and the exploitation between classes was nothing short of appalling.

Right now, Star, Wangshu, Four Symbols, and Dongjun were working together, utilizing the power of the three paths to erase the memories of the Primordial Demon God regarding Ziwei. How could they possibly expose Ziwei to Zhen Yuanzi? Ziwei was the foundation.

As Professor McGonagall pulled the Sorting Hat off Sean’s head with a smirk, Sean sat down at the Slytherin table under the cold, vacant gaze of Snape and the silent, watchful eyes of the Slytherin students, feeling as though his life had lost all meaning.

The Divine Court prepared to assemble over a hundred thousand Hunyuan Golden Immortals to form a grand formation, with the Four Symbols at its core, using the power of the array to battle the Beast Emperor.