Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Three: The Mantis Stalking the Cicada

The reason Ye Cheng was absent was not because he had other matters to attend to, but because he was closely observing a certain individual.

That person was Wu Qihao.

Ye Cheng had long anticipated that his rival, Wu Qihao, would appear today and undoubtedly cause trouble for him.

Thus, Ye Cheng had already stationed himself early along the only route Wu Qihao would take.

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Just as someone was about to laugh aloud, an earth-shattering aura erupted from the divine light.

Instantly, he vanished in a flash, rushing toward the entrance, while Fo silently urged Luo Chen to keep speaking, hoping he could still say something more.

Ming Xi glanced over and saw Chairman Xi introducing a middle-aged man who was approaching.

“Zombie, don’t come closer!” Immediately, he grabbed a nearby stone and hurled it fiercely at Yin Junfeng and Tie Xiangxue.

The two harbored an unbridgeable hatred. Seeing the Demon God Emperor suspended in midair, arrogant and lawless, ignoring the countless experts from the nine great sects, they were filled with contempt.

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Not only this base, but other observers of the battle were also gripped with horror and dread.

Having left the great hall, Yin Junfeng turned back and walked back and forth many times, unable to find the staircase leading down a level. Strange sounds came from above, and who knew what awaited there? Should he ascend again? But if he did, there was still no sign of a path to the third floor.

After some refinement, Six-Ears marveled at the true power of the Universal Ark within, his eyes shining brightly. Laughing, he said, “Thank you, Master. I shall prepare at once.” With that, he happily left, leaving Kong Xuan somewhat puzzled.

It turned out that the blood-faced figure ahead was the Blood Demon formed from fierce curses and grudges, as the Twin Fiends had described.

“Impertinent! As the school principal, I must set an example. How can I be cowed by someone like you…” Principal Yao bore a stern, righteous expression.

The next evening, Yang Qiqi went straight to the studio after class, too busy to rest with so many matters pending.

Throughout the banquet, everyone tried to speak with Ye Shaohua, but too many others sought the same, and personal guards surrounded her, leaving no opportunity.

“Li Wan, after all, I have cultivated for hundreds of years longer than you and have seen much more,” Mu Zhongxuan said, looking at Li Wan.

“Now is not the time to answer the phone,” Xiao Moxuan said as he switched it off and continued driving—though the direction was not home.

Ling Hantian took a deep breath, feeling immense pressure. Just one tribe of the Horned Demon clan required all his resources to handle.

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Liu Zhen respectfully responded. This matter must have completely crossed the master’s bottom line; otherwise, the usually calm and unruffled master would not have been so unable to suppress his anger.

The original host finally met him as wished. Though he wore a mask, those starry eyes she would never forget in her lifetime.

With Ling Hantian and his companions moving at their pace, they clearly outpaced Qing Cang’s soldiers. After half a day’s frantic run, Ling Hantian finally stopped in a valley.

It was only when she inadvertently glimpsed the conversation between Chu You and Lin Yunhuan through her spiritual eyes that she realized the two had hired a large number of internet trolls to repost, even paying top influencers to amplify the spread. Thus, the shares and comments soared exponentially.

Yang Zhong’s face darkened as he witnessed this. Immediately, he poured his divine power into the formation, readying it for a second attack.

Feng Qingyan, tears unshed, leaned in Xiao Yuchen’s arms, awaiting the effects of the Biyu Dan herb.

They were much simpler—they were private detectives. Finding kidnapped or missing persons was their specialty.

Shen Jie kept his hands in his pockets the entire time, quietly observing the shop and the nearby tables.