Chapter 125: Why Must It Be Her? (Second Update)

Jiang Xiao paused as he lifted the curtain, but in the end he said nothing. Without looking back, he walked out.

You Xu leaned against the bed, watching the curtain sway gently, and sighed inwardly.

Sixteen full years had passed. His cousin was now powerful enough that he no longer needed to fear those despicable members of the Jiang family.

And yet... he still could not let go of what had happened back then.

He was six years younger than his cousin. By the time he was old enough to understand things, his cousin had already lost his fa

Meng Nan sensed the danger and, almost instinctively, activated the Three Thousand Lightning Movement. Amid the thunderous roar, his figure vanished from where he stood, shifting horizontally through the void before suddenly appearing several miles away.

At the tip of Lu Hao’s “Legend,” two different-colored traces of blood churned and flowed, faintly carrying a terrifying power.

Turtle Mountain’s words dispelled more than half of the anger in Fang Zheng’s heart on the spot. Whether Turtle Mountain had said it to spur him on, to take revenge for what had happened earlier, or for some other purpose, Fang Zheng immediately became much calmer after hearing it.

“How am I meddling in other people’s business? The law requires monogamy... Hmph, even if they aren’t your wives yet, you’re still playing both sides! Anyone with even the slightest sense of morality ought to despise you!” Bei Jiajia declared righteously.

Seeing Liu Ming sitting there with such composure, He Yiyi had no desire to be dragged into the matter by him. Her beautiful eyes flickered, and she began backing away as though she did not know Liu Ming.

“Keep pretending. She didn’t tell you? I don’t believe that. She isn’t the introverted type. She must have confessed her feelings to you.” Ai Lian thought to herself, I already told you—if she didn’t confess, I’d eat my hat.

Zhang Mingyu looked at the crowd and at Old Master Liu, who was surrounded like the moon among stars. A trace of resentment suddenly rose in her heart. But Su Ye’s status was different now, so Zhang Mingyu silently nodded and followed behind him.

Ding Ermiao extended his consciousness outward, keeping watch over every movement in the Netherworld while simultaneously explaining the situation to Luo Qian and Ji Xiaoxiao.

A faint glimmer of joy passed through Meng Nan’s heart, but he did not relax in the slightest. From the valley ahead, he had already sensed several powerful auras from afar. One of them was exceptionally formidable, so powerful that it stirred a fear deep within his soul.

Liu Ming exchanged glances with Qi Zhenghui and Ji Yehe. At last, the three of them could no longer hold back and burst into wild laughter.

Gazing at the Slaughtering Demon King, who had suddenly turned to stone in the distant sky, Zhao Yan could not help grinning. He was tremendously excited.

Within the Armor of the Divine Tomb lay a miniature will of the Divine Tomb. Even the Supreme Main Gods could not see through it, making the armor’s true might utterly beyond belief.

“Go! Go!” Liu Yan kicked the bodyguard beside him and pointed at Ye Zheng and the other two, a look of madness appearing on his face.

A chorus of astonished cries rose from everyone present. Every gaze focused on Zhao Yan.

At the bottom of the lake, Zhao Yan’s body suddenly flashed into view. With a sweep of the Fire Dragon Q, vast quantities of lake water instantly evaporated.

Qin Ming clenched his fists tightly. He had never been the kind of person to resign himself to fate and live meekly by the rules. “My fate is decided by me, not Heaven”—that was Qin Ming’s guiding principle. Perhaps agreeing to cooperate with Di Qingyi and relying on the enormous population of the mortal world to uncover clues to the next key was indeed the proper path.

Strictly speaking, Gu Yu was not afraid of the Snow Wolf King’s strength. Rather, his naturally cautious nature would not allow any mistakes—at least not on this journey into the Land of the Five Elements. After all, everything depended on whether they could gather the Five Elemental Stones, activate the teleportation array, and return to the mortal world they had been separated from for so long.

Zhang Fan withdrew his Soul-Cutting Blade, slid it into its sheath, and slowly descended from the sky.

“You have quite a network among the Han people. In such a short time, you managed to find an informant in Black Mountain Fort.” Li Shihuo spoke.

“I had never seen Miss Sixia’s true face before, having only heard her voice, but it sounded familiar. Then I remembered seeing Miss Sixia earlier in the capital. With the scene and my feelings merging together, I happened to compose this poem.” Zhao Yang did not blush or show the slightest embarrassment. After all, this poem had been composed at the Immortal Gathering Tower, with Sixia herself posing the subject. In any case, it was a poem he had recited for her.