Chapter 140: The Divine-Demon Blood Pool

"That was close!"

Beneath the blood-red cliff, Luo Hao, blood streaming from his seven orifices, slowly opened his eyes. Within them lingered a mix of exhaustion and the fragile relief of one who had narrowly escaped death.

Who could have imagined that just moments ago, a temporal war between an ancient deity and a god-slayer had erupted within his spiritual core? Reflecting on everything he had just experienced, his eyes held not only awe and a flicker of resolve but also a trace of profound unease.

As the ancient god's soul dissipated, he had clearly heard its final roar declaring that the ancient gods and demons would inevitably return, and that the grievances of countless eons would be settled one by one.

Could it be that beyond the ancient gods and demons sealed within the God-Demon Well, there were others who had remained unsealed, surviving through the endless passage of time?

Generally speaking, when an earthquake occurs, one first feels the vertical jolts before the horizontal swaying begins.

Only Taoist techniques and escape arts are easy to master quickly; one might also practice a few forbidden techniques as a precaution for emergencies.

"That... yes, we must give it to them. Building a good relationship with them will benefit us both," Lu Tianming nodded, approving of Liu Hao's approach.

Liu Hao pinpointed his direction and slowed his pace. Five minutes later, he arrived at a stretch of beach one kilometer west of the location the system had identified for the Bull-Head.

However, because the Swiss defensive positions were situated in mountainous forests, the Imperial Guards encountered few battles, and those were of a small scale. Consequently, the sharpshooters suffered much higher casualties than the Imperial Guards, mostly due to self-detonation tactics.

On one side was his mother, who had shared his life's hardships and now looked aged by sorrow; on the other was his beloved Xue'er, her face a mask of grief, streaming with tears.

The city of Kassel was busy with fleeing inhabitants, and the city's defenses were gradually collapsing, yet Napoleon was calmly ordering the placement of artillery batteries.

Li Zhenjiang was not worried at all. After this voyage, Liu Jianbo would naturally become familiar with things, just as they had when they first followed Liu Hao out to sea to fish.

"Ling Tian, how dare you call us dogs?" Ning Wujun’s expression darkened; he had not expected Ling Tian to be so bold as to insult him.

This giant sword, too, was condensed from the power of the ancient Corpse God. However, it was significantly larger than the sword that had fallen from the sky—over ten meters wide and fifty to sixty meters high, radiating a terrifying aura.

Lu Yuyang’s soul had been stripped away. Whatever the motive, the mastermind behind it must have been seeking something specific, and now that Watson had interfered, he had inadvertently offended a top-tier power in the universe.

The surroundings fell into an instant silence, broken only by the howling wind. After the stillness came the sound of people spitting blood. Could Fang Ao be any more shameless? Was he truly that desperate for money?

With his own wealth and talent, he could help him accelerate the recruitment of believers. Once he had a foundation of votes, forming a political party seemed like an effortless task.

"This is the wish of the Duke of Wei’s estate. With you here, Your Ladyship, there is no need for my sister to join in this commotion." Lady Wei’s words were clear; the Duke of Wei’s estate intended to align itself with the Virtuous Consort.

As he absorbed the essence of the flames, his strength increased slightly. Though it was only a small gain, it was still truly incredible.

It seemed that when the Seventh Prince had fallen into the water and been rescued, Consort Xiao had pricked his foot, creating a wound to serve as evidence against her today. But where had Consort Xiao obtained her hairpin?

Seeing that Xi Zixiao remained silent, Shui Xiyan grew impatient. If she hadn't yet found definitive proof that Xi Zixiao was Ban Xuan, she would have left the estate long ago instead of remaining in this deep, restrictive mansion. She then recalled the gentleness of Xi Huayue, who had told her to stay a while longer until the evidence was found.

The commotion here suddenly startled the customers dining in the other private rooms of the hotel. Many patrons and staff members came over to watch, some whispering to ask what had happened, while others began to speak up.

"What do you think of this sorghum?" Tang Long opened a burlap sack, grabbed a handful of grain, and held it out to ask.

This girl is indeed difficult to control, but by staying by her side, I can at least keep an eye on her. I will infiltrate the capital first; if she refuses to incite chaos when the time comes, I shall do it myself.