Chapter 157 Let Us Assassinate the Sect Master!

The night breeze blew gently, and the bright full moon hung high in the inky sky, casting a silvery radiance.

A crimson figure landed lightly on the rooftop of a building, her sandals making a crisp sound as they collided with the concrete floor.

Zhu Ying steadied herself on the rooftop.

Immediately following, Diya and Liu Shuangling landed one after the other.

Diya casually tossed her dazzling, golden long hair behind her shoulders and cupped her impressive breasts with both hands.

A playful smile curved her red lips.

Han Yun cursed viciously. Although Han Yun's current strength was not bad, facing these terrifying Thirteen Blood Infants, he did not have the slightest bit of confidence in his heart.

The surrounding passengers also looked over one after another, some casting pitying glances at Qin Tian, thinking that Qin Tian was in for a rough time.

Seeing several people making a move against Han Yun, Ziyun’s expression changed drastically. With a flash, he stepped in front of Han Yun, unleashed a surging battle Qi with a palm strike, and sent the attackers flying.

"Ah, that feels good. If I can get a few dozen more fifth-grade beast souls, my spiritual sense will probably break through to the Nascent Soul stage," Pang Feng couldn't help muttering. The beast souls of fifth-grade fierce beasts had indeed brought him immense benefits.

Seeing her worried face, Xilin Mingqi finally calmed his mind somewhat, though his face remained terrifyingly pale.

Jia Zhengjin felt extremely unconvinced, so he stepped forward, picked up a piece of white jade radish, and put it into his mouth.

"Who the hell are you calling an asshole!" Zhang Biao's anger flared instantly, as if he were about to strike—or rather, as if he had already struck. Zhang Mou flashed, blocking in front of Mo Qiang. Boom! With a sudden explosion that released no mental fluctuations and showed no visible movement from Zhang Mou, Zhang Biao was sent rebounding backward, smashing and destroying countless dead stars.

Along with this prompt, beneath the Nine Nether realms, giant whirlpools suddenly appeared, and countless figures charged into the Nine Nether World.

If it were just ordinary people investigating, fine—even if they were allowed to investigate, they probably wouldn't be able to uncover anything.

A man's voice rang out, though amidst the wind and snow, it sounded so feeble that it vanished into the blizzard before it could reach the man ahead.

Tang Feng launched a consecutive series of kills. Lin Kai felt a chill run down his spine when Tang Feng used this move, feeling as if the back of his head was about to shatter and a chilly draft blowing across his groin as well. Fortunately, Tang Feng did not press the attack further.

The Immortal Celestial stage realm was one thing, but he had actually reached its peak; even the Apocalypse King and Moon Demonic Slaughter were far inferior to him.

This was fundamentally altering the trajectory of an attack midway—something only an animal with extreme flexibility, stretchability, and explosive power in its body, like a python, could possibly accomplish.

Having finally dealt with the Buddha Lord, Meng Fan finally felt at ease. He summoned Ghost Seven and instructed him to thoroughly investigate all members of the Huaqing Association, purging everyone still loyal to the Buddha Lord, as well as the die-hard subordinates of Brother Kai, Exploding Bear, and others, from the organization.

"He has been poisoned. A colorless and odorless lethal poison. The poison should originate from the Western Regions or Sichuan and Shu," Lu Linlang observed for a moment and said.

"Hehe, Meng'er, no need to be so formal. Just call me Grandpa Wang, and call her Grandma Wang," the old man replied with a smile.

He had expected them to pull out their identification documents and act all badass for a bit, but damn it, he never imagined they could be this ridiculously badass—they actually drove tanks and armored vehicles right over. The gates of the police station were blown open into a massive gap as a green military tank rolled straight inside.

As soon as Tang Feng received the data, he issued an order immediately, and this order spread through the Butterfly network like a virus.

Dorje Palan's expression froze; she furrowed her brow and sighed. Meng Fan still hadn't agreed to marry her. She even felt a bit envious of Feng Xiaoxiao—Meng Fan considered everyone else, but left her out of the picture entirely.

The cave, which was right before her eyes, took Lin Yumeng a full hour of climbing just to reach. In the center of the cave stood a large stone carving, about three meters long, with a black hole resembling a human mouth in the middle. The wind was jetting out precisely from that mouth.