Chapter 20

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The Gatling gun mounted on the UGV had, against all odds, cut the tree as thick as a bucket in half. As Xiao Ming crouched down, the tree crashed down with a thunderous sound. The Gatling gun on the UGV finally ceased fire after continuous shooting and was now automatically cooling down, its barrel emitting wisps of white smoke.

No matter their speculations, they obediently proceeded toward the cave dwelling, unwilling to disobey the words of the Core Formation elder. Even the other five sects, each under the leadership of their elders, retreated in orderly fashion.

“What do they want with us, bringing us here like this?” Xiao Ming whispered as they were each confined to separate detention rooms, eyeing the guards stationed at the doors.

“I’m thinking about Seventh Brother. Why has he disappeared without a trace while on his mission in Iraq?” Xiao Ming frowned deeply.

A striking scar marked the face of the man in the purple robe, fresh and oozing drops of blood, suggesting a recent injury.

Lady Cao hurriedly nodded, embarrassed as she spoke, “Madam, I have troubled you enough already, but this time I must beg you once more.”

“The key is that we won the bet.” Sogu turned around, a rare grimace appearing on his usually stern face—worse than tears.

This way, even without setting up formations, outsiders would find it difficult to locate the cave dwelling. Naturally, given his nature, he would never be so careless.

Unfortunately, Orca lacked both the will and the courage, so he could only respond to Cornelia’s teasing with a bitter smile and mounted his horse, heading straight toward the military camp.

Tina was pregnant. After a brief daze, Hanna’s heart and mind overflowed with joy. In that instant, he felt like the happiest man alive. Yet, as the intoxicating happiness gradually faded, a sudden heaviness gripped his heart.

The Luo royal residence was hastily completed, many areas still unfinished. The place was modest, yet she harbored no disdain—in fact, she found herself fond of the surroundings.

“Sir, we’ve all taken note.” The two spoke cheerfully, grateful just to survive.

“Why is he allowed to leave while I have to stay? He also fought, and people died. He bears responsibility too!” Jingjing protested.

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This man was less than twenty meters from the ground, just as he was about to fly away from the scene, he suddenly crashed into a transparent barrier mid-air with a thud.

Only now did he understand why Ding Yi was so arrogant. With such a powerful item on him, if the three Grand True Lords didn’t have a sure way to kill him, they might have tried to make an alliance with this Ding.

In the darkness, Dongfang Yan felt increasingly desperate and gave a bitter smile. Ultimately, was he destined to become a martyr?

She paid no mind, lightly stepping down from the meditation cushion, smoothing her robes as she stood, looking at Luo Wantian with a face full of helpless amusement.

After leaping out the window, Yu Mian heard chaotic footsteps—apparently, the earlier fight had alerted the guards.

Boom! His flying sword slipped from his hand and flew out, and his body was knocked back again, crashing heavily against the wall.

Master Chen shot Ma Dayuan a sharp glare, clearly displeased. Usually, he was the one giving orders, never the one being directed.

Along the way, Wang Shuang chatted happily with Hong Wu. Beside them, Chu Qian, knowing that Wang Shuang was indifferent toward her, refrained from interrupting and quietly led the way. After two full days, they arrived at a suburban area.

Observing the young man's changes, Guan Yue silently circulated his cultivation. Seeing the other’s movements, fury surged within him. He hadn’t expected such cunning; while feigning an attack on him, the youth suddenly shifted direction, heading straight for Guan Yu who had retreated nearby.

“All right, Ruoshan, say no more. It wasn’t intentional,” an elderly white-haired lady beside her advised.

Two minutes later, Sun Lei exited the room. The corridor was deserted, littered with shoes, wallets, lighters, cigarettes, and the like.

At an office door, Guan Yue dialed Li Zhaodao’s number to inquire about the earlier call.

Their actions not only stopped the enemy’s assault but also severed their hope of escape. These cultivators would remain forever on this land until the spiritual energy of the world was exhausted and all cultivators vanished, swallowed completely by time.

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The most unfortunate was the Wu Corporation. In an effort to strike against the Li Corporation, Wu Shang had stored enormous amounts of building materials. Now, with cheaper, higher-quality composite materials available, who would bother with outdated supplies? Suddenly, the Wu Corporation’s stock price was slammed down to the daily limit.

Though it was a misunderstanding, the work could not pause for a moment. The fight had to continue relentlessly.

Before Li Jing’s call, he hadn’t given much thought. But the moment he answered, Guan Yue’s mind raced.

This duel was the engagement contest for Qin Yue. If she replaced Bai Ye in the fight, wouldn’t that imply her willingness to marry Bai Ye, and that she would fight for it?

At this moment, the White-Browed Eagle King found it hard to believe Fang Lang. Yet seeing Fang Lang’s calm expression and knowing he rarely lied, he decided to give it a try. Watching Fang Lang toss the herbs into his mouth, he could smell their sweet fragrance; soon, Fang Lang had swallowed them all.

Li Tianfeng’s gaze shifted to the arena, curious who would win. Although victory or defeat was not crucial to him, he wanted to see if his judgment was right.

Huang Lianhong was unafraid of the dagger waving before her. Her wish was fulfilled. She lived only to kill Cao Xiaohua, and now it was over. Her heart was at peace.

Dai Xiao panicked, struck as if by a thunderbolt on a clear day. It felt like a surreal dream—mother and lawbreaking? It simply didn’t fit.

When Liu Yu heard this, he thought cutting firewood was the simplest training. Could it be that cultivation here started from the easiest methods and advanced to the strongest?