Chapter 147 Conflict

In the dead of night, dawn was about to break.

The two demon slayers, who had patrolled the fortified village for half the night, returned to their quarters.

Zhuang Xinghe let out a huge yawn, reached out a thick arm to hook around Dong Jinming's neck, and said, "You performed quite well tonight; keep it up tomorrow night."

This time, he did not make things difficult for the latter.

That was because Dong Jinming had indeed behaved himself honestly, without causing any trouble.

Zhuang Xinghe had thought that this fickle-natured fellow—

The Crown Prince of Jianghai's expression also shifted slightly. After all, his status was extraordinary, belonging to the underground forces; if Section Chief Li really came to demolish this place, he truly would have no way to deal with it.

Having finally managed to suppress the rampaging Suifeng, the three of them were now sitting in a circle around a table, conversing.

"Oh no, someone is about to beat us to it!" Dailin's expression turned anxious as she tugged at Cao Xing's sleeve. Though the latter's expression was grave, he quickly led his team to press forward.

That was an ornate gateway, yet behind the doors lay a chaotic and terrifying world—a place where no living creature had ever set foot, a place reputed to hold every single wicked soul in this world. That place was Hell.

However, above the Chinese Football Association stood the General Administration of Sport. It was rumored that a certain leader had proposed letting Zhang Zhetian participate in this friendly match, with the excuse that missing a European league match or two was nothing; playing for the country was an obligation Chinese people ought to fulfill, as well as a responsibility.

The inheritor of the Saint Source mentioned that amidst the apocalyptic era, there existed an extremely mystical trial space known as the Ancient Arena. It would open at the end of every month, and even if one failed the trial, generous rewards could still be obtained.

According to the news brought back by the inheritors, the power within this black river was extremely similar to the Profound Yin Ghost Mist, which ranked forty-first on the Spirit Source List.

Only by being there in person could one witness and truly comprehend the formidable power of Zhang Zhetian—something that could never be experienced through a television, a mobile phone, or a computer.

An Feng raised his left hand. On his arm was a touchscreen computer where he could select modes, unlock exoskeleton modules, check remaining energy, monitor computer load, and view the status of several major sensory systems. The screen was military-grade and extremely sturdy.

Tang Zhong fell into a heavy sleep, and not knowing how much time had passed, many strange images flooded into his mind.

Thus, in his panic, Valute drew his rapier and unleashed a bolt of violent lightning, as thick as an arm, straight at Sikong Xu.

Hong Li fled in terror, retreating frantically as he tried to distance himself from Ding Yi. He could feel the razor-sharp sword Qi tearing apart his immortal Qi and physical body, while a sensation of overwhelming fear surged into his heart.

After Zhang Qing collapsed to the ground, Ye Feng stepped forward to inspect him. Seeing that Zhang Qing no longer had any vital signs, he dragged the corpse toward the hallway.

This was a major matter; of course, it could not be settled in just a few words, nor could a result be reached after pondering for a few minutes. Aside from Chen Shi, a time-traveler who understood nothing, there was probably no one else in the world capable of making a decision in two or three minutes.

"You? At the initial stage of Bright Yellow, you might be considered decent among the first-year students, but you're quite ordinary in the second year..." Regarding Sikong Xu's question, Xiao Yuqi was full of disdain. In her eyes, whether first-year, second-year, or even third-year students, they were all nothing more scum.

Zhang Wanli had followed by Yan Yunfei's side, dominating the winds and clouds for so many years, yet in the end, he left just like that—leaving everyone caught off guard. No matter how formidable Fugen was, could he guarantee that he wouldn't one day capsize in the gutter and end up with the same fate as Zhang Wanli?

It was only when Qu Wanting occasionally bumped into me at the school gates that she would cast a few flirtatious glances my way, but I chose to turn a blind eye to all of them. Before I was certain I could swallow this vixen whole in a single gulp, I had no desire to be stuffed to death; many people had already provided me with excellent examples.

Hearing Ye Feng's words, Luo Bing's mood instantly relaxed. Knowing that it wasn't because Ye Feng was unwilling to visit her, a smile blossomed across her face once more.