Chapter 132: You Punch Me Once, I’ll Return You a Nuclear Blast

The plan had changed.

According to Derek and Tal’s original design, when the three-headed demon appeared, Tal would use intense killing intent to draw Zhu Ying’s attention from the front.

Meanwhile, he would conceal his own aura and silently launch a surprise attack from behind, striking a blow that would break the Giant Spirit God's defenses, thereby shocking Zhu Ying.

At that moment, Tal would coordinate with him to strike from both front and rear.

In their original plan, it would take only a short time to knock Zhu Ying unconscious and take her away.

Duán Qingshu limped, her eyes filling with tears. Master Dingxian’s words were clear: it was very likely that Liu Yiruo would lose her pristine beauty on this journey. However, if after eliminating Xu Yunlong he didn’t mind Liu Yiruo’s damaged state, Master Dingxian would still consent to betrothing her to him.

“Uh, that’s not what I meant,” Yan Feiyue said, his head growing increasingly large with frustration. He simply shut his mouth, afraid of provoking another round of scolding from that girl.

“What are you two doing, not letting me speak? Look at her — her nostrils are practically flaring to the sky,” Zhang Mi complained unhappily.

During the following journey, thanks to the benefits gained from White Tiger Mountain, whenever the two encountered places likely harboring bandits, they would investigate. If bandits were found, they would wipe them out completely, then burn the stronghold to the ground. If not, they would simply continue on their way.

Zhang Shuo’s body collided with the young man holding a long staff, sending him flying.

A master swordsman like Gu Jingtian had an even deeper understanding of Chu Wuli’s Divine Sword. While marveling at Chu Wuli’s terrifying swordsmanship, they eagerly absorbed the sword’s aura, contemplating its true meaning to enhance their own skills.

“Negotiate however you see fit!” Before leaving, Zhang Shuo instructed the elder.

“Since it must be used, there’s no point hiding it,” Lu Fei thought for a moment, then pulled an item from his storage space, revealing a card in his hand.

Worshipping heaven and earth, honoring ghosts and spirits, and paying respects to ancestors—this is the true meaning of the Chinese New Year. Lan Jiawei had been advocating this for many years and gained unanimous support from two Imperial Princesses, Cai Yan, Ju Shou, and others.

From the intelligence gathered, the targets of the Mist Ninja were those possessing bloodline limits—among them some formidable members of the ninja clans.

Wang Jie understood that although the core elixirs were both in the dantian, fully fusing them would be extraordinarily difficult. Failure could result in shattered dantian and ruined body. No one knew what would happen if the two core elixirs were merged.

Shen Yaxi’s gaze was sharp as she looked ahead. She condensed a ball of spiritual energy in her palms, intending to probe and test.

“I saw you sleeping so soundly, I didn’t wake you,” Linghu Yixue’s attitude toward Ye Feng had become noticeably more intimate after last night’s events, her words and actions much less restrained.

Liu Moyan’s body trembled slightly. Even a man with his immense internal strength could not withstand the combined effects of lingering injuries and having trekked through snow and ice for three days and nights, yet still endure a heavy blow from Master Zuo Shi’s strike.

The path is walked one step at a time. Having taken the first step, she believed every step thereafter would be well placed.

She had long planned to sneak out of the mansion to familiarize herself with the capital. Since the courtyard was being renovated these days, it was the perfect opportunity to go out—but to leave the mansion, she needed a guide, so as not to wander aimlessly and waste time.

“I am Bai Qiming, squad leader of the Third Assault Company,” Bai Qiming said proudly. As a skilled fighter in the Third Company, he had earned that right.

“When did I say the masters couldn’t see anyone?” Wen Renya was helpless at Chang Rui’s words.

“Inspector Li, plague and smallpox are inauspicious things from heaven and earth and must be promptly discarded to avoid harming oneself. When such a thing appears, the land turns barren and the balance of yin and yang is disturbed. To listen and transform color is truly unwise. I urge Inspector Li to reconsider,” Jing Xiang nearly uttered words so heartless they deserved divine retribution.