Chapter 128: Tumult Arises

"What did you say?"
Isaac's eyes widened as he stood up, unable to believe what he was hearing.
"It's true, Director. One of our strongholds has been attacked. Five guards, nine intelligence officers, and eleven logistics personnel—all of them have been killed..."
David repeated the news he had just received with great difficulty. Mossad agents closest to the site had already arrived, only to find a collapsed ruin and no survivors.
"Do you know who did it?"
Isaac took a deep breath, steadying his emotions.

When he arrived home, the house was empty, as it was still early. Upon returning, Jiang Liran collapsed onto the sofa, eyes half-closed and brow furrowed, as if lost in deep thought.

Wang Kehan felt a surge of indignation. Having been undefeated since his debut, he suddenly found himself inferior to that simpleton Thor, and he was deeply unwilling to accept it.

"Then take me to donate blood." Ji Hannuo did not overthink it, believing that saving a life was the priority, so he followed him.

"This is the last time. Don't worry, after this, I won't bother you again." Cheng Yichu's voice carried a hint of pleading.

Following Lian Ying as she left were the direct disciples, outer disciples, and registered students who belonged to the Changqing Dojo.

Upon hearing her, Jin Niang no longer refused. With a soft "Yes," she took the silver ingot with both hands.

Hulk was enraged; his frame seemed to expand, his height growing from two point five meters to three, his arms thicker than an average man's waist. He delivered a ferocious punch toward the Petrified Eye.

The vital energy required to activate this precious armor was minimal. As long as he had enough blood-essence pills, he could keep it active indefinitely, holding out until rescue arrived.

He was the "youth" among the two Taiyi-level cultivators that Gu Kun had seen clashing during his previous time-reversal.

Ye Zinian pressed his car key, and the Mercedes honked twice. His father quickly retreated a step; it was obvious the owner was coming, and it would be too embarrassing to be caught in such a state.

Ji Shuhan also knew this place was not safe for long, so he led the two of them away, quickly exiting the area under surveillance by the City Lord's Mansion.

At that moment, Wang Hong, who had been laughing and talking, turned his head. Their eyes met, and they both smiled simultaneously. That smile was like a garden full of spring flowers blooming all at once.

Although the cloaked man's palm strike had caused Xun Yi to vomit blood, it had not damaged his internal organs, as if the only purpose of the strike was to knock him unconscious.

I tucked the paper into my pocket. The next step was to find Zuozhu and figure out a way to take over his territory in Shandong Province, making it my own. That was the last place where I and "they" had lived.

The surrounding spiritual energy seemed to sense something, beginning to surge wildly. The wind howled and the doors rattled, falling into an extremely unstable state.

The entire battlefield was chaotic, with no way to distinguish the living from the dead. There were people everywhere. Gu Chen did not care; he simply charged through. When he hit people, they died; when he hit horses, they died. The blades and swords that struck him were all deflected. Although his clothes were somewhat tattered, he remained unscathed, standing like a god of war.

By siding with one party, he naturally negated the other. With a fifty percent chance of success, Wang Bo knew exactly what he was doing.

Feng Chi narrowed his eyes, pulling his wandering thoughts back. He reached out to steady Long Yan's smooth, delicate chin, pushing aside his distractions to focus on tending to the wound on her ear.

However, He Qingfan had killed them. Even if he hadn't done it personally, it was by his instruction; otherwise, who would dare to kill in his presence? The Yin-Yang Messengers lacked the authority, and they wouldn't have dared.

Cao Zinuo looked at the merman on the ground with disdain. He didn't ask anything more, knowing that given the merman's status, this was likely all he knew; those alien creatures would never share anything more secretive with someone like him.

"Strange, you were clearly in a coma for seven days. How would you know about this? It only happened two days ago." Fang Zhenghua looked at him with a puzzled expression.