Chapter 120: Bargaining

The crowd realized that dealing with underworld soldiers possessing living bodies was no easy task. Everyone knew that taking innocent lives was forbidden, and since these were living people whose souls had been suppressed, any accidental injury would be a violation of the divine laws.

Just as they were at a loss, the underworld soldiers closed in. Their strength was terrifying; even when their arms were smashed, they did not flinch, as if they felt no pain at all. Qian Mubai and the others dared not strike back carelessly, forced instead to dodge repeatedly.

The Green-Robed Fairy could not help but remark, "Are they truly still alive? They look nothing like living beings anymore."

"Perhaps we should try to remove the talismans from them," someone suggested.

Everything was dizzying and dazzling. Although the memories of Liu Huo provided a foundation, preventing him from being completely blind to the situation, there was a stark difference between having a memory of something and witnessing it with one's own eyes.

The moment he swung his sword, Robin’s palm struck his face with a resounding "slap."

Upon receiving the order, the guards outside immediately opened the door, and the two guards currently on duty brought in the two who had been on watch the previous night.

"The Ancient Sect of Seeking the Dao? It has been a long time." Xuan Yuanluo felt his blood beginning to flow steadily once more.

"If I had known things would turn out this way, I should have just finished off that Teles back then," Lu Xuehua said with deep resentment.

"Damn, that was close, way too close. These people are truly insane; I almost got caught in the crossfire!" A man’s hurried and fearful voice suddenly rang out from an empty corner.

Li Nan felt his scalp tingle. He could hardly believe it—could someone actually be broadcasting in the midst of the apocalypse?

Next, he found himself helplessly swept into a battle involving countless others. Because so many aspired to become hunters, Changkong was unfortunately drawn into the fray. To everyone's shock, he managed to charge in and out of a crowd of a hundred people three times over. Not only did he secure a hundred medals, but he also left behind a reputation of fierce dominance.

Rat took a few steps and approached the iron gate on the roof, only to find it chained shut from the other side.

After Mu Kun finished speaking, the commoners gradually quieted down, waiting for him to continue.

Violent sword energy and fist winds raged across the arena. Even though the bluestone floor was reinforced by a grand formation, it still cracked inch by inch under the tyrannical energy, fracturing like a spiderweb.

Banan first glanced at Mu Xin'er, seeing in her the shadow of her father, Mu Lang.

However, rumor had it that Wuping Peak did indeed possess true powerhouses—the three senior brothers currently away on missions. They were all eighth-stage high-level martial artists, and it was precisely because of them that Wuping Peak was able to maintain its ranking as the fifteenth peak of the Outer Sect.

Di Wu Feiyang stood in a horse stance, fists clenched, and took a deep breath. His belly suddenly swelled, and his cheeks puffed out.

Once the Golden Core was destroyed, Xiao Su’s foundation would be damaged. It would not merely be a regression in cultivation; she would become a cripple, unable to perform even the most basic practice.

Simply hacking at the water currents was useless; the key was to defeat Ao Qing. Otherwise, this fellow would endlessly use water to attack him.

"Purge? How could the Eye of God be so easily wiped out by Kofir?" Ye Huan asked, puzzled.

Dugu Aoxue was surely severely injured by now—not only in body and spirit, but in heart as well.

The next moment, the entire space seemed to tremble slightly. The mountain peak crashed down, only to be held up by the monstrous, ancient giant-like creature.

He had achieved what even the Peacock Dynasty’s premier immortal physician, Magic Hands, could not—and he had done it from outside the stone chamber, silently and across the distance, without anyone noticing.

Yet, many still felt compelled to curry favor with her; after all, she was the one in charge of the CEO's daily affairs.

"At your current level, I fear you could go toe-to-toe with those who have long since entered the eighth stage of power without losing any ground," Xing Zifeng said, looking at Ye Feng with satisfaction.