Chapter 123: The Fury of the Kung Fu King

"Excellent! Well said!" Dong Yong slammed his hand onto the table, brimming with excitement.

"What a profound sentiment: though one cannot choose the beginning of their life, one must have the courage to see it through to the end."

Dong Yong looked at Xu Ze with a sense of gratification and said, "The reason I made this film was because I read a news report stating that 280,000 people commit suicide in our country every year. At the time, I couldn't help but wonder, why would these young people choose to abandon their lives?"

It was all because this generation was trapped in such useless bodies, forcing them into one passive situation after another, leaving them to be slaughtered like prey. To think that the number one assassin of the dreaded 'Evil Star' would end up hanging here, being fed to crocodiles.

"An evolved, advanced life form? Mr. Bao, pray, speak more clearly. I am not familiar with these damned technical terms." Behind the old man, a middle-aged man spoke with impatience, a chilling glint flashing in his eyes.

Hearing this, Xiao Yang turned around reflexively. He took a single step before pausing, then returned to the soft couch to sit down and pour himself a cup of tea, as if the flicker of tension from a moment ago had merely been an illusion.

"Something's wrong. There's a situation." Meng Longwei, whose eyes had been bleary with drink and who had been on the verge of crawling under the table, sprang up in an instant. He grabbed the gun at his side and dashed outside, leaving not a trace of his previous drunkenness.

Before long, the old man located the underground base from beneath the soil. He tilted his head in thought for a moment before suddenly leaping inside. His body seemed to turn into mercury, merging into the earth without the slightest resistance.

That was their first encounter after a decade apart, but it was also the first step in a scheme of mistaken marriage—a step that caused them to lose their way. One wrong move led to another, and now, there was no turning back.

Only then did Yang Yan recount how Yue Zhen had entrusted him with bringing the two of them to Guangzhou to hand over to Yue Lin, explaining that because of the recent offensive against Hainan, they hadn't been able to deliver them to Guangzhou in time.

Xiu Ya slowly closed his eyes, lifted his hand slightly, and turned to leave. Ling Xiao watched him for a moment before shouting loudly, "Guards! Do not let the Empress leave the palace!" The command echoed throughout the Changhe Palace.

The Biluo Sword in Ying Lili’s hand commanded the same deep-seated submission from them as Mo Yi’s 'Dragon-Slaying Chant' had once done.

Yet, even if Mo Yi’s heart were as hard as iron, was Ying Lili the type of person to give up so easily?

The gun did not fire physical bullets, but rather a highly compressed form of energy. Consequently, there was no recoil, and thus, it did not hinder Yang Jian’s speed.

Shen Qian nodded, lost in thought. He knew well that not a single word spoken by Ying Jian was true, but this was to be expected. If she did not yet know the identity of the whistleblower, she would certainly not speak the truth. In this way, it seemed his own identity remained secure for now.

"Zhou'er!" Chen Ding’s expression shifted slightly. After a moment of hesitation, he took a golden pill from his robes and swallowed it immediately.

I rolled my eyes and said to the fatty, "Stop talking nonsense." As I spoke, I shone my flashlight toward the deep, dark, and endless tunnel behind him, where the path vanished into a pitch-black void.

Later, among the few stone-carved demonic beasts he had slain, two others yielded a drop of a similar substance. At this moment, both were stored in the jade bottle before him.

Thus, Mother Wu wept until the world went dark, yet there was nothing to be done. She dared not tell the master about this, but she truly lacked the capacity to make the right decision.

"I am not this 'Young Master' you speak of. You must have made a mistake. Please, let me go back. I don't want this ring anymore, and I won't tell anyone about today," Lei Liang pleaded, thinking that his senior brothers must be worried sick by now.

The giant ape stood on the brink of death, suddenly finding himself laughable. He should never have left such a threat alive; now he had been dragged down with it. It was truly a case of nursing a viper in one's bosom.