Chapter 124: A Sense of Something Amiss

Damascus, the capital of Syria.

“Are you here on a mission?”

After Zhang Liang and the others had settled their luggage, they looked toward Tong Wanxin, who was sitting nearby, lost in thought.

They had initially expected to return directly to the base in Karachi, Pakistan. Instead, at the transfer point, their team leader suddenly brought them to this godforsaken place...

It was one thing in the past, but ever since the Arab Spring swept through Syria in 2011, the democracy movement failed to take hold, and the country was torn apart, plunging into a brutal civil war...

Long Yihan chuckled heartily, his confident smile paired with his handsome, almost devilish features, making it hard for anyone to resist.

“How did you find us? After all... we had some dealings before. You wouldn’t repay kindness with ingratitude, would you?” Xue Li asked, shrinking back nervously.

Suddenly, the Demon-Sealing Tower trembled once more. Its seven-colored light flickered briefly before vanishing again. At the rear of Mount Shu, thick mists rolled in, carrying biting cold winds. The chill was so intense it seemed as if the sky itself was about to collapse, pressing down close to the earth.

To Ye Wuchen’s surprise, among the Spirit Transformation lands, there were quite a number of powerful figures from the Wind and Moon Sect.

What followed was a tremor that shook the entire Martial Capital. Ye Wuchen went on a ruthless purge, cutting down foes one by one. Wherever he passed, heads rolled and bodies piled, paving his path with carnage.

“I won’t feel cold, and besides, I’ll wear an extra layer,” Muti Lian said pitifully, looking at Shi Xiuchen with a worried glance, afraid he might refuse her.

“Xie Qiangwei” stared blankly at the suddenly appearing pair of legs before her. Bewildered, she slowly lifted her head, only to freeze upon seeing the face.

A heavy silence fell both inside and outside the grand hall. Despite the Heaven’s Seal being extraordinary, the clan leader of the Ze family was the current Divine Lord. Such an act severely tarnished the dignity of the divine race.

Some residual oil remained in the pan. Chunks of lamb, cut into bite-sized pieces, were dropped in. The sizzling sounds filled the air as the meat browned slightly. Then water was added to begin stewing.

Suddenly, the envoy from the Netherworld arrived, inviting him to defend the Tower of Death. If successful, he would be granted a corporeal body for his beloved.

“Pervert!” Fang Xiaoxue glared fiercely at her follower, the words slipping out coldly between clenched teeth.

Guo Nu, who had gone from bloodthirsty to dazed, suddenly collapsed, his wide, vacant eyes staring blankly as he fell stiffly to the ground.

A young and beautiful maiden stepped forward. Her shimmering eyes were as clear as water, leaving Mo Chen momentarily stunned.

Thus, eager to strengthen themselves, a few followed Chen Xin’s lead and entered the sacred gate’s inner sanctum. Chen Xin, having already entered once, was barred from entering again and had to wait for Yang Yi’s return.

The crocodile’s body was covered with large gray-brown scales which scraped against the ground with a terrifying sound as it crawled slowly and heavily.

Ji Ya risked her life to spar with Ma Yubo, hoping to use Ma as a reference to attempt to retrace the old Sword God's emotional journey. Although difficult, she felt it was worth trying.

So, she trailed behind Jin Shengzhe and his three companions, sitting with them in a cold, dust-covered empty house.

Zhan Yuan eyed the Immortal Thunder Dragon with suspicion. Qin Yang was the son of Long Qingyu and should have inherited the Long family’s martial lineage. Yet, why was his lineage spirit that of a Thunder Dragon?

Xiao Qitian sneered coldly. With a snap, he crushed Zhang Sanye’s wrist. The excruciating pain caused him to convulse violently, and his right hand, clutching a dagger, loosened its grip.

“What if I told you that in the entire Jiangzhou, Wang Rentang has at least a hundred such men? Do you think the Heavenly Thunder Sect has that kind of power?” Wang Xifan asked.

“I’m well aware of that. I did my research before coming,” the richest man smiled at Sena and accepted the offered Enlightenment Spirit Tea.

The Heavenly Emperor said nothing, his eyes glowing with bloody light like a fiend from another realm. Recklessly, he launched a relentless assault, a dense barrage of world-destroying death blades sealing off every escape route, forcing the Innocent Star Lord into a purely defensive stance.