Chapter 115: Surrender!

The three were already the top experts of the Meng family, having long served their patriarch and lived together for years. When they trained in martial arts, they were considered sworn brothers, which forged a remarkable tacit understanding among them.

Acting in unison, the three launched an attack on Chen Fan from different directions. To them, this was a guaranteed kill—there was simply no other outcome...

Even though the method of making this medicine was extremely sinister, as the chieftain of the Wu tribe, she had no choice but to use it. Otherwise, her people would perish from various ailments and poisons.

As she finished speaking, Ma Tian’s gaze returned to the bottom of the lake. After scanning the area, he moved downstream a few meters and pointed to an object tangled among some bones, then turned to look at Su Mu.

Yingzhou was located at the northernmost edge of the human realm, Ruoshui. Along the vast ancient road, no one was in sight—only a weary traveler trudging forward alone.

Seeing Wei Si again stirred a complex mix of emotions in Cen Haoyue’s heart. There was an inexplicable joy, yet certain words stuck in her throat, making it impossible for her to utter a single syllable.

Lin Zihao leapt forward and delivered a swift kick. Hong Feng raised his hand to block and, using the momentum, was propelled outside the room.

Without needing a servant to guide them, Hua Biqing led Zi Fengyue to the guest hall. Since they had decided to move into Peach Blossom Manor permanently, they naturally had to follow the customary procedures, which included paying a visit to the manor’s master.

He could sense that under Qin Hao’s assault, the Divine Realm was trembling, faintly emanating an overwhelming sense of unsustainability.

On the sickbed, Zhang Kai’s complexion was pale and waxen, his breath weak and spirit vacant, wrapped up like a mummy.

At this point, the man took a deep breath, his eyes flickering with a hint of terror, causing the surrounding cultivators to feel a sudden chill and begin to ponder deeply.

Si Fang recounted the afternoon’s events to everyone but made no mention of Mu Feng’s two tails.

Hearing this, the three chief stewards exchanged glances. Chen Xiao looked toward Huang Jinglong, and upon detecting the wild murderous intent hidden deep in Huang Jinglong’s eyes, he smiled and nodded in agreement.

At that moment, Yamen woke up. After expressing their thanks to Chang Ye, the two turned and left the infirmary.

Upon hearing Xu Po’s words, Chen Xiao nodded directly. He knew Xu Po was making it clear he would not aid Sha Wansheng. This was no surprise to Chen Xiao. Regardless, Sha Wansheng’s death was linked to Zhou Long and others, a matter concerning the honor of the Qian Kun Sect. Naturally, the Divine Transformation Sect would avoid involvement.

Whether enemies or those who discovered or suspected his identity, all made Jiang Xie uneasy.

Only along the way did Lu Shanmin learn what had truly happened. Both men were burning with anxiety. Lu Shanmin could not fathom that such shameless people existed in the world. But this was not the time to investigate—the anger in his heart only deepened.

If ordinary fallen souls from the Death Space witnessed Locke’s actions, they would be utterly horrified.

“Damn fool, I really want to slap him to death!” Tu Ming’s heart was filled with disgust.

Clearly, Jiang Xie’s physical body was stronger than the intensity of his divine consciousness. Unable to control himself any longer, Jiang Xie pressed Hong Mengyao’s hand against the wall, about to perform the classic “wall slam.”

It must be said, the illusion of the seventh layer was incredibly realistic—as if Jiang Xie had truly traveled back in time.

He was determined to kill them with his own hands; otherwise, he could never rest. After all, he had tried many times without success.

Dean Li’s eyes widened in surprise. At first glance, he thought Nian Yunge was wearing clothes.

The next day, Ji Meng forced herself to rise early in a semi-conscious state. Lowering her gaze, she saw her body covered in red marks and felt like crying but had no tears.

“Who told you to show off like that, acting so arrogant!” Mu Zhitong snorted coldly, speaking with annoyance.