Chapter 45

From the perspective of the other races within the Divine Alliance, even the gods themselves had abandoned the use of light energy, resorting instead to poison. On what grounds could they still believe the gods could defeat the demons?

Throughout history, there has never been a duller single-post match than the Twin Swords Weeping Battlefield final—so dull that even the spectators lacked the energy to jeer.

The three inside the room grew increasingly conflicted. Qin Jian looked at her bitterly. She no longer remembered that man, yet she still reacted so strongly to him.

“Alright, I’ll buy a ticket,” Xiwu nodded seriously. He actually wanted a recent photo of his father; surely there would be a significant difference from himself.

“Also, since your hands can decompose things, it’s similar to Pandora’s ability. You can just face him head-on... Besides, controlling metabolism.”

“Have you heard? Some unexpected experts have appeared in this tournament,” a discussion resumed from the neighboring room where Liu Xing was. The voice belonged to Yu Lie this time.

He had already made up his mind: the most powerful god would act, capturing the target alive, then immediately return to the Demon Realm to hand him over to Lord Demon God.

Liu Xing gave Tang Kidna a sidelong glance, smiling helplessly. Fortunately, they were ahead this time. If others had seen this, he didn’t know how he’d face them in public again.

Tang Hua arrived on the streets of Chengdu, greeted by a barrage of curses: “Extinguish your fires and smoke.” Black miasma filled the streets, obscuring everything within thirty feet in a gray haze.

Ke Wanxia also stood up. He had grown curious about Sun Yi, who had triumphed through every challenge along the way. Perhaps he could indeed be of great help.

Almost all contact with the outside world was severed. We couldn’t connect at all. Zhuang Yi had originally set up numerous informants, yet no news came through. Only then did Zhuang Yi become truly anxious.

His handsome face was inches away, causing Mo Xiwei’s heart to race instantly, her breath catching at the same moment.

She had never feared fighting. Her intrusion into the hot springs last time was purely accidental; since she couldn’t avoid it, she might as well settle it.

It was said that this Gothic building was once a bank headquarters, now converted into a five-star hotel. The third floor housed a large banquet hall where today’s wine tasting was held.

Later, that man spent years forging an unparalleled legendary myth, erecting the Feng Family Tower from the ground up, towering above all competitors.

Liu Yusheng smiled as he raised a black lacquered oil-paper umbrella, brushing off all the bullets on it. The bullets fell to the ground with a series of “puff” sounds.

It was a narrow path barely two meters wide, flanked by towering ice walls. The blue ice shimmered brilliantly in the sunset, some edges even displaying seven-colored rainbows.

Her heart felt as if it was being cruelly clenched, kneaded, and torn. Sweat beads gathered on her forehead until, overwhelmed, they fell with a “plop” onto the back of her hand, which was holding a delicate orchid.

After lingering on the road for a long time, she returned to her room by noon, collapsing onto the couch, unwilling to move.

“Let’s go! Just trust me, you’ll understand why soon!” Liu Yusheng grabbed Xu Dapeng’s arm and urged him.

But in this day and age, everyone’s capital was limited. You keep playing bomb after bomb—one royal flush, then four twos, losing a straight, and then going all-in. Who wouldn’t be terrified?

The subtle fluctuations emitted by this formation caused many to feel genuine unease.

For the sake of the show, the production team hadn’t informed the guests about the name tags in advance; only Xiao Yi and team leader Deng Yue were aware.

This morning, Yuan Zixia discovered while taking the bus that last night’s storm had destroyed many flowers and trees. Fallen branches littered the road. Fortunately, Jiang Jinrun had stopped the car in time last night, or who knows what might have happened.

Du Qingyang’s arm, dense with profound acupoints, suddenly lit up. With a punch, he struck Chen Yang’s crossed arms, producing a crisp “crack.”

Additionally, to minimize pressure, drainage channels had to be excavated and diverted. Through practice, a “river” shaped design proved most suitable.

At court, decisions were made on the spot. For a newly established council less than a month old, this was a test. If Li Mao had the power of Li Linfu, his decisions would be absolute, but he did not.

After the “mute man” gave an explanation, everyone understood roughly what had transpired.

Yang Pu’s expression shifted for the first time—playful yet mostly gratified. Yang Rong’s grandson was thoughtful, orchestrating such a counterattack in a short time. A promising talent, though his recklessness still needed refinement.

Su Changqing grew wary when he saw the third mission issued by the system: “Investigate the true situation of the Jin Xin Hotel.” He increasingly suspected something was amiss there. Now, he no longer trusted anyone inside that hotel.

As she entered the hall, she bowed to Queen Zhao and the concubines, then gracefully walked forward.

“I refuse to believe it. This time, I’m betting big!” The stout man was clearly trying to turn the tables. His face hardened as he boldly slammed fifty thousand yuan onto the gambling table, causing a thunderous clatter.

Qin Mei tossed her phone, which struck He Pin’s face. He fell to the ground, bloodied, his nose broken and collapsed, his appearance disfigured.

If that were truly the case, trying to fully control the Return Void Gate would be impossible—there wouldn’t even be a chance to strike. The most direct method was to beat the gods until they had no strength left to use tricks, making interdimensional communication powerless to interfere.