Chapter 113: The Nine-Wheel Sacrifice

Yun Xi broke out in a cold sweat; this was a formation designed to obliterate all traces, leaving no survivors. She retracted the Seven-Star Deathstick, gripping two mid-grade spirit stones tightly in each hand, desperately replenishing the rapidly draining spiritual energy within her.

She still had the presence of mind to glance at Qin Tongshuang and Zhang Yan beside her—both cultivators in the late Qi refining stage. She wasn’t sure if they could withstand the onslaught.

Qin Tongshuang had encased herself in a millennia-old ice prison to halt the loss of her spiritual energy, but Zhang Yan’s condition was...

“Ah, perfect timing!” a man smiled softly as he observed the young cultivator’s exhaustion, then suddenly appeared beside him.

“The problem is, you can only make your former self cry for mercy, not the Divine Clan,” Han Lingsha remarked.

The energy released for the first time was quickly depleted. Liang Dong felt slightly stronger, though the change was subtle due to the scant energy—it was, nonetheless, a promising start.

At the next moment, the bandit felt his grip loosen; the cloth bag filled with money slipped into Dan Tai Mingyue’s hands.

Teng Liangfeng and the four middle-aged men trailing behind were half a step behind Wild Field-kun, following him closely as they headed outside.

Denait, the Radiant Chief Deity, was stunned—he hadn’t expected Victoria to have a hidden finishing move. Retreating swiftly, he cast up a defensive barrier, hoping it would withstand Victoria’s strike.

They remembered Marjorlin as always blunt and straightforward with everyone, except that the other founding leaders of the revolutionary army were slightly more courteous. To others, Marjorlin showed no pretense.

Qiao Suhan saw the two staring at him with strange, complicated expressions and blushed, suddenly shy. He timidly said, “Isn’t it because… you always live together? I thought…” Realizing he might have made a huge misunderstanding, his face burned even redder, wishing he could bury himself in a hole.

The Beast God retreated many steps but could not dispel the power of Ragnarok. His body and spirit showed visible decay and decline.

Though they had broken through and were now safe, joy eluded their hearts; there was no mood to listen to Meng Yun’s words.

Once inside Tatsuya Sasaki’s car, Chu Haoran fell silent. Unlike Gu Mengyao, who could utter many charming and gentle words, he simply said nothing. Seeing Gu Mengyao quiet, Sasaki Tatsuya didn’t disturb her either, and the two silently returned to his home.

“Cheng Qian is already Cao Ruyan’s son. Can you make her return my son to me?” Su Ruoyao demanded.

Perhaps, as I suspected, the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign’s Dao heart had reached perfection. Thus, he ascended to a higher realm, witnessing domains beyond my sight.

According to Lao Gao himself, at least thirty assailants had attacked him; once again, suspicion fell on the Qian family of the Northern Frontier.

Those who attacked cultivators often felt as if facing a dragon-elephant essence far stronger than themselves, like confronting an impenetrable fortress—difficult and with no weak points.

I accepted the trophy and stepped down from the stage. When I touched its base, I found a white slip of paper. Opening it, I read a message: “Someone is monitoring the National Fifth Unit. Please help investigate.”

“Men are all like that—no sympathy, obsessed with sexual fantasies… Give me a spirit stone; I think I’d feel much better!” Er Dan said as he nestled in Liang Hongzhuang’s arms.

At this critical moment, Su Mu coldly eyed the two cultivators who had charged ahead to stand before him. The fine lines on their faces were clear, and a strange gleam flickered in their eyes, causing Su Mu to sneer inwardly.

“Mother, what nonsense are you saying? A-Nuan doesn’t want Father to marry someone else. A-Nuan only wants Mother to be healthy,” Bai Yunnan sobbed, buried in her mother’s embrace.