Chapter 130: Dou Jiande's Hope

The torrential downpour lasted for a full three days, escalating from heavy rain into a severe storm on the very first day.

The heavy rains, which in previous years would not arrive until July or August, came a bit earlier this season, as if eager to wash away the corpses and bloodstains left behind by the slaughter across this land.

Perhaps deep within the mountain forests of Yanmen County, the abandoned corpses and the blood-soaked gorges had already been cleansed by the heavy rain, waiting to rot away and dissolve into the earth.

Once the rain finally stopped...

Cheng Lingzhi thought: "...No need. I already have a target in mind, I don't need you to introduce anyone!" Did he think she couldn't tell that this was a veiled insinuation that her looks were far too lacking?!

No trace of excited radiance appeared on Tianming's face at Guiguzi's words, for he could not see where the path to success lay anywhere; "Grandmaster, please don't comfort me. I know very well what kind of state I am in."

Just as she had managed to make him blush a little bit, he drifted off into his own thoughts again shortly afterward, leaving Wei Qingqing quite furious.

Since the Qilin Divine Palm claimed the title of a divine palm, it was naturally extraordinary. Its momentum was world-shaking, and its palm force roared like towering waves. Once the divine palm was unleashed, given Huang Kui's cultivation level, dodging it was utterly impossible. Even if he survived, he would surely suffer grievous injuries, unable to recover without a year or two of recuperation, and during this time his inner strength would be entirely lost, rendering him no different from a useless cripple.

"Fine, fine, fine, I won't say anything more. I won't interfere in your affairs anymore, alright?" Shuting replied to her with a hint of grievance.

With her pretty face flushed crimson, Long Miaomiao looked toward the others. Fortunately, the others had not yet woken up. She immediately grabbed Handsome's hand, pulling that mischievous hand back out from inside her clothes. However, before Long Miaomiao had time to fully withdraw it, the hand Handsome kept pressed against her breast began to knead again.

"What did you say? You, this stinky nouveau riche, want to borrow money from me?" Ye Mingcheng shouted into his phone, wearing a look of profound heartache.

Mo Langyue was slightly dazed, shaking his head with some stiffness after a long while. Yet at that exact moment, he suddenly noticed a flash of light disappear among the neatly stacked wine jars in the corner of the wall. His heart stirred, and he couldn't help glancing over a few more times. But this time, nothing more could be seen.

Even though Tang Shi was this cold, she shouldn't have been able to send Ren Wenqiu's mind into such turmoil. Why was he acting like this?

"Lingzhi..." He softly called out, his voice trembling slightly. He did not dare to touch her, terrified that a slightly louder sound might snuff out her already faint breath.

"Trouble the Gate Warden to open the gate, the White Ghost Envoy has returned to the city." He shouted those words three times at the top of his lungs, frightening even the corpse-eating lean rats away, yet the Gate Warden did not respond.

"Crack—" Abruptly, the giant black iron talisman within the scroll shattered into numerous fragments, transforming into streams of light that vanished into the hidden depths far away in the magnificent scroll.

Saying that this was cultivated over the past few days—who would believe it? Such ball-control rhythm and such shooting accuracy were impossible to achieve without day-after-day training.

However, much to Du Ziyuan's surprise, the young man finished the grilled fish in a few quick bites and then said to him: "I'm not looking for Blank anymore. Teach me how to cook!" With that, he dropped to his knees on the ground, preparing to kowtow and acknowledge him as his master.

"So, are you going to surrender?" Butterfly interjected from afar. No matter how low her aura of power seemed right now, this was still a battle of Saint-level combatants; she simply had to leave her mark somehow.

Naturally, in this lifetime, Sandell became the agent for Mikel and Essien. Mikel did not transfer to Chelsea, while Essien accepted Chelsea's invitation.

Kesa nearly choked. Frogs building up their physical strength—that made sense; looking at the frog, it was a classic case of "you are what you eat."

"Do you intend to stop attacking the remaining Black City and Li City?" Arias was the most bewildered person present. She now had absolute faith in the strength of Su Ge and Xibi's soldiers, and deep down, she still harbored a sliver of hope that Su Ge would press on and conquer all the remaining Black-Li cities.