Chapter 157 Die by My Hand

"Precisely, failing to eradicate his entire bloodline back then has left us with endless trouble today! Now that Elder Chu is shielding Jiang Chen, how could we possibly find an opportunity to strike?"

"Enough said, Jiang Chen will surely report to the family head that we interfered in mortal affairs! Given the current situation, what should we do?"

"Murong Xiu, it has always been..."

One or two might still be exceptions, but if all of them were like this, it simply meant they were completely leveraging the Church's reputation to mislead, while actually employing an entirely different method.

If he were in his prime state, relying on divine will and the reinforcement of the deep subconscious ocean, he could have forcefully endured it without much issue.

Niu Zhenguang had a vanguard motorcycle in front, thirty puppet police officers in military trucks guarding the rear with firearms, and in the middle, a luxury sedan carrying Niu Zhenguang, three bodyguards, and a driver. When Niu Zhenguang's vehicle entered the southern intersection of this street, the motorcycle leading the way and the military guard trucks in the back turned around and headed toward the puppet police station.

Seeing Su Shijie walking over, the fellow who had been hugging his knees and looking at the flames glanced up and then said calmly.

Outside the city of Xuanhuo, Xiantian covered her neck. On her shoulder, a flame-shaped pattern burned incessantly, attempting to incinerate her soul.

The deceased within the Pure Land, unless they were like Uchiha Madara who lost so thoroughly that they had no lingering attachments left, would all feel somewhat moved when facing the solicitation and persuasion of the Sage of Six Paths. After all, they were facing the ancestor of ninjas and the founder of Ninshu.

Anfu North Lane was very close to the Turkish bathhouse. The firearms were hidden in Taoran's residence in advance to avoid encountering routine inspections by patrol police on the way.

Bai You was just like that, fiercely protective of her own. Anything she classified as her private property received excessive and overbearing protection.

Thus, Zhan Mingwei used his father's identity as a "traitor" as a cover while secretly and actively procuring various scarce supplies for the organization.

Even if this resource point belonged to King Huangwu, the most pressing matter right now was to harvest and utilize the resources first.

Even when faced with everyone's suspicion now, neither Yu Jingchen nor the members of the Yu family showed the slightest trace of any other emotion on their faces.

Perhaps the other party had covered their tracks well, or perhaps the fierce mountain winds of this place had ravaged the scene; after searching for a long time, Su Ze still failed to uncover a single useful clue.

Prompted by my reminder, Wang Aili instantly snapped back to reality, a jolt running through her as she was nearly frightened out of her wits.

He then walked to the head of Zhao Youfa's bed, held the sandalwood incense vertically, and suspended it in the air directly above Zhao Youfa's forehead.

Two pairs of tender, youthful palms slapped together. Duanmu Fei and Zhu Man exchanged a smile, their fighting spirit soaring high.

Of course, he could also ignite it while practicing spells or martial arts, which would similarly have a certain effect of increasing concentration and enhancing efficiency—though the exact effect varied from person to person.

When they returned to the Southern Residence, Nan Jinnian had already come back, leaning against the sofa in a drunken stupor with the scent of alcohol reeking from his entire body.

As far as Ling Tian knew, some artifact spirits possessed extremely high cultivation levels, and the old man before him was likely one of them.

What does that mean? What can my body even do? I don't have any special constitution; in Grandpa's words, I couldn't be more ordinary.

Hearing this, Ling Tian, who continued to walk forward, could no longer hold back his temper. The subtext of Fang Yan's remark was that he was now suffering from compounded injuries and might not live to see tomorrow's sun.

The inner courtyard steward's voice was hoarse from shouting. He bustled in and out like a spinning top, directing the honor guard to the entrance to receive the guests.

"..." Nie Jiajia closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling as she bit her lower lip. Qin Muyun picked up a cotton swab and meticulously cleaned away all the dust from the wound before bandaging it. A thin layer of cold sweat beaded on Nie Jiajia's forehead. Despite trembling all over just moments ago, she hadn't let out a single cry.

"She called me last night, saying it was too late and inconvenient to come back, so she slept at Yichen's place." Qin大海 smiled and explained indifferently.