Chapter 130: The Provoked Xue Qingyan

At Su Qi's words, Xue Qingyan felt a chill run down his spine, a sense of unease creeping in.

Yet, having already spoken, there was no turning back now. He could only feign composure and said, "Lord Su, there is no need for such mystery. If you have something to say, just say it."

Su Qi smiled faintly. "To tell you the truth, this matter doesn't actually concern you personally, Lord Xue..."

The visitors were three disciples of Uncle Baili, who had often cultivated alongside him in the past, so there was a certain friendship between them.

Mingqing was set to accompany the group to the Western Regions tomorrow, so even Third Grandfather remained in the border town. Both Mingyu and Mingqing had their own residences, so staying here was very convenient for him. However, as a man of the soil, he could never truly leave the land behind; he still preferred living in Qingxi Village. It was easier to fetch water there, and the air was not so parched.

Wan Zixiu had been holding back in the conference room for a long time. Once the door was pushed open, he could no longer contain himself, his face darkening to a shade deeper than the bottom of a pot.

"You really are confident, aren't you...?" Looking at his somewhat naive, gaunt, and dark face, Han Ye wanted to advise him to be more humble, but was interrupted by a sudden voice.

"Once I catch you, I'll show you how I'll deal with you!" Han Ye clenched his fist tightly into his palm, dozens of forms of punishment instantly flooding his mind.

Feng Luodan paid no heed to his words. Instead, she took to the air, using light-body techniques to leap onto the stone steps, and sped toward the main gate of the Nanyang Palace.

A piercing pain flared in her throat, as if a prickly worm were constantly wriggling, crawling straight up toward her gullet.

As soon as he came to a stop, those behind him followed suit. One by one, they climbed out of the carriage, and all of them saw the black-robed figure ahead.

The silk thread holding the beads suddenly snapped. The twelve Heavenly Stones fell apart, gradually descending and orbiting the giant rock.

Collapsed roofs, gaping doors, shattered floor tiles, and scattered fences—seeing everything that was once beautiful reduced to this state, Han Ye’s heart ached uncontrollably.

"We aren't going to hit anyone; the key is to make him afraid," Wang Youcai emphasized once more. He had matured significantly over the years and understood that some problems could not be solved by force alone; handled poorly, it would only bring trouble upon himself.

Liu Zhi personally drove to pick him up, which made Xia Jian feel a bit more at ease. Without further hesitation, he pulled the car door open and climbed in.

The sculpture of the Mandala sanctuary in the right hand of the "Kalachakra" Tilopa turned to dust and ashes. The "Kalachakra" Tilopa swayed, staggering back three steps.

"They killed our leader, and when we discovered them, they killed the brothers who came with me. If you hadn't arrived in time, I fear my life would have been lost as well," Xiao Chen said, wiping the blood from his face, his teeth gritted as he glared fiercely at Satan.

It was a distinct possibility. After all, some things are impossible to explain clearly even with reason. Rumors and gossip often grow more distorted with every telling. The common folk would never dare to provoke officials, and in the end, it was Beibei who would suffer.

Back then, as long as the money was sufficient, there was nothing Jiang Guotao wouldn't do, whether it was brawling in the streets or burning down a shop. He had nothing to lose anyway; he was like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, indifferent to petty troubles just as a man covered in lice fears no more bites—he was just drifting through life.

In fact, their worries were at least justified, as Li Jiang's bloodline power was indeed extraordinary. Being able to easily execute a hundred-fold Rising Dragon Fist while in the Void-Treading Realm was something impossible for someone with an ordinary physique.

Meanwhile, Huo Jingui was secretly pondering the words Liu Xinghao had spoken; he was filled with doubts regarding the old village chief's cause of death. Distracted by these thoughts, he not only ignored Gao Guangrong but continued walking forward in silence, his demeanor impossible to fathom.

After he left, his greatest concern remained Mo Xueyan and the others. But regardless, if he only focused on the present, once Lu truly entered the Tianwu Continent, they would ultimately be unable to escape their doom. It would be better to venture into the Desolate Realm now and take his chances.