Chapter 140: Trapped in the Scheme 20

He Zheyu raised his handsome eyebrows and remarked, "You are doubting my capabilities."

"I just didn't expect it to happen so quickly," Mo Qinghan explained.

Standing to the side, Shang Linjun looked at He Zheyu with utter disdain and contempt. "He Zheyu, I have seen shameless people before, but you are the most brazen one I have ever encountered. Did you really find them? If Murong An hadn't swiped my primary card while staying at the hotel, would you have been able to pinpoint their location so accurately? It was clearly my doing, yet you insist on taking all the credit..."

Before Shang Linjun could finish his sentence, Mo Qinghan frowned slightly, his expression filled with disappointment as he looked at Yan Jinxie, who stood nearby. Faced with Mo Qinghan’s icy glare, Yan Jinxie wore an expression of extreme grievance.

The middle-aged man felt as though something were crawling on him, but it was entirely a psychological effect—he was simply frightening himself.

Like the Wudang Sect Leader You Xuanzi, they bowed and offered a distant, respectful salute toward the foot of the mountain, shouting in unison.

The two exchanged glances, not at all surprised; the Yin-Yang Divine Coins that Yang Yu had condensed were originally two identical pairs.

Though the flame appeared fragile, it possessed a tenacious vitality. Even when Yama mobilized ten times the power, he found it impossible to extinguish. Moreover, once the crimson fire spread, no sooner had he concentrated his energy to quench one spot than it began to diffuse elsewhere.

Seeing this, the Spirit Heaven Demon Emperor felt his eyelids twitch. As an old demon who had lived for tens of thousands of years, he had lost count of the many Heavenly Sovereigns he had fought. Yet, none could compare to the Heavenly Emperor before him.

However, as a divine artifact capable of manipulating space, the Grand Clock was most adept at spatial teleportation.

It was pure luck that Yu Nan encountered her upon arriving here; as a top-tier vampire warrior, Violet possessed far more information than any ordinary person.

He had his own philosophy when crafting his combat suit. Increasing its size was to allow him to live in the real world, while the practical functions were designed to effectively assist him in combat when traversing other worlds.

Wang Qing briefly introduced Wei Yun to Xue Lei, noting that he was the future pillar of the Wudang Sect. With his immense potential, they were bound to cross paths in the martial arts world, so he gave Xue Lei a heads-up in advance.

"You damn bead!" Xiang Ningxuan roared. Instead of retreating, he surged forward, leaping into the air and plunging straight into the dragon's maw amidst a flash of sword light.

In just half a day, the rumor that Xiao Yan liked men spread like wildfire throughout the Canaan Academy, eventually reaching Xiao Yan's own ears.

She, who could once go days and nights without sleep, felt visibly haggard after being put through such turmoil.

Back then, Ye Tianxiao had dared to stand before him and declare that no one could remain noble forever; at the time, he had scoffed and paid it no mind.

Blatter spoke to him directly in French, using the standard platitudes, while Wenger felt quite pleased. In this moment, he was the best coach in Europe, and that annoying Mourinho would no longer be able to hold his Champions League title over his head.

Therefore, to serve as a test subject, a thick destiny, a resilient will, and a sufficiently massive obsession were all indispensable—and this was the fundamental reason why Feng Xue chose Kariya.

Of course, they did not hide their tracks. The shadowy figure was incredibly arrogant and had never once taken those hunting him seriously. Just like the previous ambushes by the military and police, he had still appeared at the destination exactly on time to claim his target's life.

Could it be that the Dark Ability User Alliance was so impatient that they wanted to eliminate Bai Yu immediately?

Do not dare utter any nonsense about him never waking up; he feared he might lose control and tear the imperial physician apart.

However, this thought did not last long before an intense, agonizing pain began to spread from his arm. If the sensation before had been like blades flowing through his veins, then now, it felt as though someone were churning an iron rod through his flesh and blood.

Integra was also an expert with a blade, and she clearly knew how to evaluate such cold weapons. It was precisely for this reason that she could recognize that the blade Feng Xue had fashioned on the spot was already comparable to the work of a master swordsmith.