Chapter 141: Trapped in the Scheme 21

Every time the elevator was about to stop and the doors threatened to open, He Zheyu would press the close button, denying the elevator any chance to open. Mo Qinghan steadied her breathing and looked at He Zheyu, who stood inches away, her tone as flat and rippleless as stagnant water. "He Zheyu, I made myself very clear in the car that day. I don't love you anymore. Everything I did before was just to get back at you, even if my marriage to Shang Linjun is a sham..."

Before Mo Qinghan could finish, the elevator doors slid open. Without a word, He Zheyu bent down and hoisted Mo Qinghan over his shoulder. Her startled cry echoed through the empty hallway.

"He Zheyu, He Zheyu, put me down! Put me down!"

The image before his eyes vividly depicted the monster that Dibo and the tour group had encountered that day. Looking at the illustration in the guidebook, Dibo felt as if he could hear its terrifying roar.

Creatures like lynxes or bobcats, for instance, are far more timid compared to leopards or tigers.

In their rented apartment, Chen Weiwei and Zhang Yue were glued to their phones, scrolling through every trending topic about Shen Yao and leaving glowing comments of praise.

Zhu Di had spent years preparing for this, and Ning Que’s words did nothing to shake his resolve; his own response made it clear that he had no intention of giving up easily.

Shen Muwan was amused by his demeanor. She stood up and looked at Qi Qu, who was dressed in his crown prince attire, the warmth in her eyes deepening.

Ever since "Tang Sui" had wreaked havoc at the Spirit Hall and used her mysterious powers to teleport them dozens of kilometers away, they knew that returning to look for her would be a fool's errand. It was Ning Fengzhi, as the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, who utilized his vast connections to secretly send word to the spies left behind in the Spirit Hall.

"This... are you asking me to punch this hilt?" Hattori Heiji asked the Fog Tengu. Seeing it nod, he swallowed hard, clenched his right hand into a fist, and struck the hilt with a measured blow.

After walking for a long time, Viskating came to a stone tablet and slowly knelt before it. At this moment, she appeared incredibly gentle, softly wiping the dust from the tablet and her guard uniform, murmuring something as if in prayer.

He had successfully cultivated primordial energy on his very first attempt. One must realize that even the likes of the young Emperor Xuanyuan had spent days generating spiritual energy within his body to guide it inward, and that was not counting the time he had spent tempering his physique beforehand.

Beside him, Amy Guo visibly relaxed at the sight; with his own skills, he would only have had a twenty or thirty percent chance of landing a thirty-six.

In the current martial arts world, few possessed strength reaching the level of Mo Ke. Otherwise, given Elder Huang's status, it would have been no difficult task to have a powerhouse force the shrapnel from his body, and he would not have been tortured by pain for so many years.

Those who were too ill to work were taken away by the ability users, along with their families. The ability users put it nicely, claiming they had fallen ill in service to the three leaders and would be cared for by the ability users from then on.

Orbs of light merged into the black sphere at the very center of the Heavenly Talisman Domain, and the energy fluctuations radiating from the black sphere grew increasingly violent.

But how could the Dihua Group, with all its prestige in the capital, change so drastically overnight? Why was even Bi Anmo trapped in the United States, unable to return?

Just then, Black Impermanence appeared beside another black snake, which was still struggling against the white rope. Standing three meters tall, Black Impermanence swung a massive fist, slamming it directly into the snake's head. With a deafening boom, the snake's head was crushed into pulp.

Although Mu Jing had not built any defensive items, his high level meant that his maximum health, armor, and magic resistance were all superior to his opponent's. These factors combined meant that the damage from the enemy Lucian felt like nothing more than a tickle to Mu Jing.

"No!" the giant of Voodoo Ridge shouted. Before the words had even faded, a figure flew high into the air, ascending ten thousand meters in an instant. Yet, before they could steady themselves, a massive arm erupted from the desert, stretching ten thousand meters in a flash to crush the Voodoo Ridge disciple into oblivion.