Chapter 40: The True Netherworld Bone-Eroding Butterfly

Zheng Ruhu sighed inwardly; if it weren't for Zheng Kecheng offending Chen Dabao, the Zheng family could certainly have maintained a good relationship with him.

"Disciple, now that your master has become a ruler, don't you feel honored?" The God of Slaughter stroked his beard, feeling immensely proud.

"You..." Yuan Xingxing was startled by his demeanor, stepping forward to take the items from his hands.

After leaving the Hyuga clan grounds and looking out at the massive Hidden Leaf Village, Kiyomi had no idea where to begin looking for someone.

Every bite of instant noodles she took made his heart ache; if she were to finish the whole bowl, he would surely cough up blood.

Just as he walked up to the cabinet Han Qingxia was pulling, *shing!*—the blade behind Han Qingxia was drawn.

However, Han Qingxia still needed to tighten her control over them. In the short term, these people were not allowed to contact the outside world and had to be monitored around the clock. Their research required layers of approval; there might be a few madmen among them, so she had to purge them of their toxicity first.

Lin Sui finished speaking in one breath. She paused, not saying anything more, but looked at them, leaving them to reflect on her words.

Back when he was running, while dodging attacks, he had already left several Flying Thunder God marks in the blind spots of Hidan and Kakuzu.

Zhou Jingsi felt the girl, who was soft all over, rubbing incessantly against his thigh, and the veins on his forehead began to throb.

Ruoyou watched the two of them and couldn't help but rub her nose. She truly wondered if their combined aura even amounted to half of hers.

But with the reinforcements of the Buddhist army and the arrival of Nezha, a powerhouse at the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, everything turned into bubbles.

As the ruler of the Realm of Light, he knew it relatively well, so picking a spot was easy; Tu Ming did not need to do it himself.

The sudden, tremendous noise and vibration threw all the Achilles giant sheep in this world into a state of panic and fear.

Wukong had always hated such nagging. A large part of the reason he chose to apprentice under Locke was that Locke’s straightforward Path of Destruction happened to align with Wukong’s temperament and essence.

Just with this one movement of standing up, the entire grand hall shook, as if it were about to flip over.

She must have seen what happened on the high platform from below just now, yet she had foolishly pushed herself forward and even threatened others, claiming that he had taken a fancy to her.

The jade pendants at their waists, symbolizing the Emei Sect, made everyone eager to draw them into their shops, treating them to the finest wine and tea. If they remembered your kindness, your shop would surely hold an extraordinary status in this town—such was the prestige of the greatest sect in the Northern Kingdom.

For twelve years, the Master had strictly required him to use internal energy to temper his body, forbidding any breakthrough until he reached his physical limit. Thus, Yan Yuncheng’s foundation was incredibly solid.

Hearing Liang Shan’s words, a flash of wariness crossed Sam’s face again. However, he also gained a better understanding of Liang Shan’s character. Although this immortal was powerful, he was exceptionally easy to talk to. He could have achieved his goals through force, yet he chose to condescend to intimidate the crowd for the sake of others. In all honesty, he was an excellent immortal.

He had a simple reason for not exposing Ao Wen: he didn't want his aunt's husband to collect the three-million-dollar reward. He knew that even if he went to the police station to report it alone, the prize money would just be snatched away by his aunt's family. Rather than that, it was better to say nothing at all.

Brother Wang nodded and signaled to the people beside him. Immediately, two burly men followed Zhou Qing, one on each side.

The entire process took no more than five minutes. Spending 560,000 RMB in five minutes—for these wealthy scions, was it as simple as an ordinary person spending 56 yuan?

"Time is about up; I should go. I heard this place is quite fun, so I'll go take a look." After Ouyang Jun finished speaking, he actually exited the scene.

Jun Siyu stayed at the Prince's Mansion for a while longer before preparing to return to the palace, but Xia Yiqing could not set her mind at ease seeing him in such a state.

However, Luo Shuo seemed determined to make TSM a laughingstock. He unleashed the whirlwind he had been holding, knocking the Prince and the Crocodile into the air, and then—he ran away.

He was confident that this scent was indeed the Cold Herb, because the impression from back then was so deep that he couldn't possibly be wrong.

The Moon Immortal flew further and further away, until Lord Huoli watched his shadow disappear into the distant clouds.

He had originally thought the young master was fine, but who knew he would lose his sight now? Uncle Qin couldn't even imagine what would happen to the Madam if Mo Li couldn't be cured—this was a matter of life and death. Although he kept reminding himself not to panic, he couldn't stop the turmoil in his heart.

The OGN team naturally saw the Ashe's E-spell flying overhead and knew that the information about them not choosing to lane swap had been exposed.

Zhang Yixian looked at the dim-witted beast and felt it was laughable. Its round head and long neck made it look somewhat like a swan, yet it lacked a swan's nobility; its claws were like an eagle's, yet they lacked an eagle's thickness. It was clearly just a duck that could fly.

In terms of appearance, this young lady was quite plain; compared to Ziling, it was like the difference between heaven and earth, so when the two appeared together, it was inevitable that people would overlook her existence.

She must be Lan, but why wouldn't she acknowledge him? Was she forced into it? Who was pressuring her—the Nine Paths Villa, or Sun Qingyang?

*Whoosh.* A figure suddenly appeared in the empty hall, and the aura of the middle-aged man miraculously dropped back to its lowest point in an instant.

In this nebula world, Zhang Yixian knew of a place where one could find a large number of cultivators at the Nine Heavens of the Buddha realm: the place known as the Source of All Evil, Cloud Heaven.

Regnar looked around in confusion. He was in a very strange space, pitch black all around, with no light and nothing to be seen. Yet, Regnar could clearly see his own body—his hands, his feet, his legs, and his clothes—all in perfect clarity.

"Still think I haven't suffered enough?!" In an instant, I threw down the wrench and kicked the tire. As the tire let out a pathetic squeal, I sat on the ground in a fit of pique.

Her vermillion lips had just been bright red, but in the blink of an eye, they turned deathly pale, making her look extremely weak. If I hadn't been the one chasing and fighting Edogawa just now, and given the surrounding wreckage, I would have thought I was hallucinating.