Chapter 104: A Game of Life and Death

As she turned her head, someone clamped a hand over her mouth and dragged her away on the spot. The same person then shoved her brutally into a room.

Li Jiumei staggered into a hard chest. When she saw who it was, she immediately pushed him away.

"Vivian, you're beautiful."

"Why are you here?"

"Where else would I be, if not at the police station? Vivian, your heart is ruthless. I loved you so much, and yet you wanted to destroy me."

Gu Rufeng's eyes were as dark as ink.

"Damn it! How dare you call me a fool? Old Ox hates nothing more in this life than being called a fool. You damn stupid bear!" the bull-headed monster roared back in fury.

The next moment, with a thunderous crash, Gan Liang, who had just engaged Xiao Yuheng, was instantly sent flying like a broken kite.

Wu Yingrong turned her gaze to the other elders and to Liu Sheng, seeking their opinion, for this kind of simultaneous surrender had never happened before.

Clang, clang, clang! Night Star's longsword moved continuously, weaving a silver curtain of light that kept every incoming arrow at bay.

Countless huge fireballs exploded in succession. Rocket bursts powerful enough to shatter a thousand-pound boulder at a stroke tore those two hundred armored soldiers to pieces. Their heavy armor could withstand lesser magic to some extent, but against these rocket bursts, whose force was close to that of intermediate fire magic, it was as fragile as paper, offering no protection at all.

In the next instant, several horrific cries rang out, and then several beasts crashed heavily to the ground, their massive bodies already pierced through by sword aura.

With Lu Yue so determined, the Heavenly Master could hardly refuse any longer. The smile on his face grew even wider. Since Lu Yue insisted on doing this, it only proved that he still stood among the disciples of the Supreme Sect and remained on the same front as them.

The Heavenly Master stared at the giant pit before him and at Mo Wentian, his face ashen. He could never have imagined that the powerful formation he had trusted so completely would be crushed so thoroughly before this man's eyes.

His purpose in doing this was simple: he wanted to record every word of their next conversation and take it back as evidence.

Gan Liang frowned. He had intended to leap straight down, but under so many watchful eyes, that would only arouse suspicion.

Jiang Yumo did not interrupt her. Instead, he looked carefully over everything in the room. The vanity still held the comb, pomade, and rouge from years past; the whole house carried a nostalgic scent. He liked it here.

The golden-haired ape grew somewhat enraged. Lifting its head, it let out a strange howl, and the black bones that had been circling around it suddenly shot toward it like flying spears.

A few anguished screams followed as several people were struck by the cross-shaped sword stars and fell from the sky. Fire Stone, faced with six golden dragons, was at a loss and hastily retreated. Then, with a flash of red light beside him, Giant Rock conjured a massive boulder to block those six golden dragons. With a deafening boom, the force of the impact actually sent both Fire Stone and Giant Rock reeling back several yards.

Put on the gas mask and do not remove it. After entering the temple, you will come to an area overgrown with sweet-scented berries and herbs. These plants give off a powerful fragrance that tempts people to eat them. Under no circumstances should you touch them. If you do, it will be a road to death. Chen Si's voice rang through the communicator, brimming with excitement.

From Fang's expression and tone, he could tell what was going on. It seemed that mistaking the person had provided a perfect explanation for the incident.

Red Hair saw this and shouted anxiously in a frenzy. White Brow also sensed trouble. If this went on, before the people from the Rainbow Light Sect even appeared, more than half of his own men would be lost.

Song Tao had run enough through the hills and fields and played himself tired. Only when the sky began to darken did he vaguely remember that he ought to go home. At once, he bounced happily toward the old woodcutter's house.

O Jingyu looked coldly at Ye Jinrong, who was slowly walking up. It seemed Ou Ruixiang was deliberately tempering him, making it clear that he had to sign the contract with Ye Jinrong personally. Though he had long prepared himself for this, the moment he saw him he was still filled with loathing.