Chapter 141: The Immortal One

"Finally, someone has stepped into the Blood Pool of Gods and Demons. I have waited so long..."

An ancient, hollow voice echoed through the vast, deserted hall. It sounded ethereal, like a candle flame flickering in the wind, incredibly faint.

"Who are you? Show yourself!" Luo Hao did not panic. On the contrary, his heart was remarkably calm. Having witnessed ancient, immortal gods, his composure was absolute.

"Could it be a lingering resonance of the Dao?"

After he spoke, the ancient voice remained silent for a long time. In the old, hollow hall, only Luo Hao’s own voice reverberated.

"Whoosh..."

As his voice echoed, a bizarre scene unfolded.

Ye Siqi had just finished her work and was walking toward the exit. After a few steps, she found her way blocked by several ill-intentioned men. Startled, she asked with suspicion, "Who are you, and what do you want here?" After all, she was the descendant of a prominent family and a person who had seen the world.

Like other Buddhist sacred sites and tourist attractions, prayer beads, bracelets, wood carvings, prayer wheels, and woven handicrafts were the best-selling and most common items.

The crowd fell back into the silence that had greeted them upon arrival. After all, who wouldn't want to enter the Black Tiger Hall for systematic training and study?

"If you walk out that door today, you will definitely regret it!" Everyone’s eyes turned toward the source of the voice: Wang Xuanlong. He sat in his chair, his face showing a hint of anger as he glared at Fu Cheng, who was preparing to leave the classroom.

"Is there no one to challenge him?" The words seemed to be squeezed through gritted teeth. The Qi-refining practitioner he had bribed had already advanced to the second round and could not challenge again. Was he really to stand by and watch Chen Yi advance?

"What good will calling the police do? If even A-Lang could be beaten to a pulp, what use would the local station be?" Li Ningce clutched his face with one hand, his voice trembling.

"You’re flustered just because he’s driving the carriage? How do you feel about sharing a carriage with me?" Jin Xiuchen ignored the annoyance in Peng Mo’s words, finishing his sentence with a wink of his shimmering peach-blossom eyes.

"Seven o'clock tonight, the Royal Five-Star Hotel, seventh-floor Western restaurant. Just be there on time." Yang Linxiao’s tone left no room for refusal.

Suddenly, a sharp pain flared in his abdomen. The true energy he had painstakingly gathered dissipated from his dantian, and his hands instantly lost their strength. Fan Jinxiang, whose leg he had been gripping, managed to break free.

Ignoring Jin Rui’s shouting and the aura radiating from the six men in black, Peng Hao quickly shoved the object in his hand into Ruyu’s mouth.

Taking Ye Siyu’s current strength as an example, the best planes for him to invade were those ranging from star-level to universe-level. However, even the weakest Primordial plane was a Main God-level realm. Without sufficient power, invading would be a waste of time and effort—not to mention potentially doing more harm than good.

He tossed a bottle aside. It contained a deadly poison that, in his mind, was more than enough to end Li Xuan’s life.

"Er, uh, I only asked because the name of this temple sounds a bit strange," Yang Guang replied, using the moment to sip his tea to brush off Hui Lin’s inquiry.

To avoid extinction, the royal family led their subjects across the ocean to another continent. But the giants followed them across the sea as well.

Nawaki said nothing, slowly drawing the short blade from behind his right shoulder, gripping it as he waited for the mission to begin.

With a unified "clack," the Scorpion guards simultaneously disengaged their safeties, and a chilling, murderous aura instantly swept over the area.

Yet, Li Cunxiao turned a deaf ear. He took his responsibilities very seriously; since he had given his word to Zhang Zifan, he could not back down.

It was a work that, by Fox’s current standards, was very poor—one might even say unwatchable—a work that could not even provide enough income for food. Yet, Fox remained grateful for the persistence he had shown back then.

"According to our survey, if we detonate this section of the mountain directly, the force of the water will indeed carve out a river channel, but..." the old man named Daochun Jiro said, pointing at the map.