Chapter 43: Unforgivable Life

"Damned bastard, I'll kill you." Zhen Yuanzi's face was ashen, the fury in his eyes seemingly capable of burning the very heavens and earth to ashes. With a flash of his figure, he made to fly straight out of the cave.

The chief constable finished speaking, waved his hand at the two bailiffs holding Madam Liu Zhang, and then strode out first.

Yet, her remaining shred of reason told her that she absolutely must not fall asleep right now. Having been lonely for so long, Li Erlong had finally been willing to come and quench her thirst; if she were to fall asleep now, wouldn't that be an utter waste? There might not be another opportunity to do such things with Li Erlong next time.

Remembering the recent explosion, Jia Gu and Stinky Mouth exchanged strange glances with Cang Zhe, whispering among themselves.

"What are you doing? Have you really gone crazy?" Zhou Shen looked at Qin Fen in confusion and smiled.

"What does whether she fancies me or not have to do with me!" Lin Hai detested Zhao Kun's condescending attitude and replied coldly.

The refined man spoke truly; even if the older generation passed away, there was still the younger generation, and countless youths. Liu Fan's illustrious name had already taken deep root in their hearts.

In the end, the surviving humans retreated underground, desperately holding onto a few vital passageways and willingly ceding this vast expanse of ownerless land on the surface to the mutated creatures.

Madam Liu Fang simply could not tolerate Liu Cui. If Liu Cui were to live under her care, she would either send her off to the Cui family or drive her to her grave; in any case, she would never give Liu Cui a good life.

He Jin arrested Dong Zhong, stripped him of his official title, and demanded the return of his seal. Knowing that escape was impossible, Dong Zhong committed suicide in his own mansion.

Instantly, the giant face behind him shot forward abruptly, opened its maw, and proactively lunged to devour Li Tian.

As for the Third Princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty, she sat in the seat of honor, her gaze sweeping over Mo Ziyu, Zhao Wushuang, and Li Tian. Her expression was somewhat grave, carrying a heavily preoccupied air.

Thus, emboldened by wine, or perhaps simply out of overwhelming joy, Li Zi mu embarked on the most uninhibited and reckless words and deeds of his life.

"Damn you!" The thin man's just-subdued temper was instantly reignited by Jiang Shaoyang. He leaped up in fury, pulled several gravel bombs from his backpack, and hurled them directly at Jiang Shaoyang.

"What use is mere verbal eloquence? Surround him, form the array!" Cui Yousheng's voice carried greater conviction. The remaining gray-robed man stopped shouting and once again surrounded Xin Wuchen at the core.

After all, once a totem is used like a weapon to attack others, at best its origin is damaged, and at worst, the totem shatters completely.

Hence, he gradually assumed what he believed to be a dashing and elegant smile, preparing to smooth the matter over adroitly to eliminate any unnecessary complications.

Having blocked that slash of "solitary ego," the Hurricane Swordsman stomped fiercely on the ground, let out a roar, and then vanished from the spot with a whoosh. The next instant, he appeared five meters away from Ji Feiyang, his giant sword casually scattering the saber Qi the latter had unleashed to obstruct his advance.

Naturally, some people disbelieved these legends, considering them overly exaggerated. To reduce the lofty saints to mere dust inferior even to ants was, in their view, a blasphemy against the saints and entirely unworthy of belief.

He was effortlessly grabbed by Lin Fan. Failing to even see when Lin Fan had raised his hand, he found himself thus restrained.

The appearance of sixteen Mahayana-stage ancestors exerted immense psychological pressure and shock upon them. Remembering how these dozen-plus ancestors had previously struck in succession to assassinate the leaders and elders of dozens of sects, a sense of terror inevitably took root in everyone's hearts.

He did not roar in anger; he merely uttered those two words in an icy tone, yet they clearly reached the ears of every single prisoner. The entire hall instantly fell into a dead silence, and a bone-chilling frost permeated the air.

Before she had even begun to undress, the fitting room door was pushed open again. Lu Yaoya was momentarily stunned as the sales assistant shoved two more garments inside.

The man had a sturdy yet somewhat lean build. He was bound, and his body bore several wounds.

When Long Qing arrived fashionably late and stepped into the mourning hall, she was greeted by this very sight. She immediately walked over to Leng Yue with a look of concern, inspecting her up and down. Only upon seeing that she was completely unharmed did the heavy stone lift from her chest.

Chen Xing could tolerate other people's misunderstandings of him, brush off malicious depreciation and suppression, and endure the likes of Old Lady Shen to a degree that seemed unfathomable to ordinary people. However, regarding the things he cared about, he remained steadfast. Back then, he had deeply minded the use of scandal for publicity, and that point had not changed to this day.

As Guan Chenji listened to their conversation, his gaze involuntarily drifted toward Song Yucheng. Song Yucheng immediately cooperated by splitting into a brilliant grin toward Guan Chenji.

Xiao Qingcheng waited anxiously in his mansion, continuously dispatching people to gather news of the Song family, while harboring deep and unyielding regret.

Xiao Jingyu clenched his fists, his gaze gradually turning cold. He was waiting—waiting until he could truly obtain what he desired.

Were they the products of the world's will, or entities that had cultivated themselves to such a formidable realm independently?

Little did they know that when a martial artist's Dantian was "invaded" by the Wusheng Immortal Seed, it was akin to having an ordinary person's heart gripped in someone else's palm; with the slightest exertion of force, life would be snuffed out with no hope of survival.

He had already prepared himself: at the slightest sign of trouble, he would bolt and teleport. He had already scouted the direction of the doorway, confident that he wouldn't make a fool of himself by crashing into a wall like the previous night.