Chapter 129: Tang Ling Confesses to Yu Xiaoyang

Chapter 129: Tang Ling Confesses to Yu Xiaoyang

Although Xiao You hated Chen Boyan in her heart for being so heartless toward her mother, when she saw Ah Zhong leading him away, she suddenly choked up and ran to Chen Boyan. Under his astonished gaze, she threw her arms around him and cried, “Dad! I will...

Meng Ke listened intently. From time to time, hollow echoes reverberated from the mountain walls. The syllables of those echoes were ancient and illusory, as though countless wronged souls were lurking in the darkness. The sound was enough to make one’s hair stand on end.

“Magic Dragon III! How is that possible!” He Momin’s gaze swept across the panoramic screens before finally stopping on the ground, which was littered with wreckage. It was the debris of the enemy aircraft he had just shot down.

One shell after another—Japanese Type 89 rounds mixed with C4 shells—whistled down over the heads of the Japanese soldiers.

He had never heard this male voice before, so this must be the opposing ZAFT pilot. His first thought was: Why does the ZAFT pilot have such lax communications discipline? Do they not know that intelligence must be kept confidential?

Meng understood that this was the traditional calling method of the Heartless Society. He stared coldly ahead. Beside him, the Third Young Master was already tense, stretching his neck as he glared in that direction.

“Swish!” The Divine Sword flashed brilliantly as Shi Fan leapt into the air and brought it down toward the Chaos Beast. The blade of light struck its claw with unerring accuracy—or perhaps the Blue Jingluo had not moved at all, simply waiting for him to attack, utterly disdainful of him.

“But you have to tell us what scheme or trick he is going to use! Why do you keep going on about all these useless things?”

Karl scratched his head. Clearly, this was a troublesome mission, but it was equally important.

Yet Chen Feng’s resolute attitude aroused Yun Wuyan’s deep suspicion. Her beautiful eyes swept over him without the slightest restraint. Just what kind of person was Chen Feng? So many credit points had been placed before him, and he had not even considered accepting them.

“Then where is my Su Ying? Where is my Su Ying? Tell me!” Li Guangze babbled incoherently.

Jiang Qingrong was so excited that he completely failed to notice the brief flash of coldness in Zhou Bingran’s eyes. The other hall masters present still had little regard for Zhou Bingran. They merely offered a few scattered words of agreement.

Catching the salty, bloody odor that still lingered in the air, Su Shixian imagined what sort of sordid scene had just taken place in the hall. His face turned ashen, and suddenly he began retching. The huadiao wine he had drunk that evening nearly came back up.

However, everything had to undergo a strict investigation, and any problem discovered would be dealt with immediately. More than half a month later, all the martial artists of the four major forces scattered throughout the Realm had been purged. Yet “all” referred only to those who could be found within the Realm, and those located amounted to merely a tiny fraction of the whole.

As soon as he stepped out of the training room, two figures rushed toward him. Needless to say, they were Yao Lin and Yuan Zhen, who had been waiting there all along.

Perhaps it was because it had swallowed the Iron-Beaked Crocodile’s demon core. Its body had grown a full circle larger than before, and its wings were even more dazzling and variegated.

As for physical strength, he had now reached the power of thirteen fierce horses—enough to look down upon every disciple at the first level of body refinement. There was no need to rush things for the moment.

Something as precious as the Water of Life should be saved for moments of mortal danger. Only then could its effects be used to their fullest.

However, Yang Hong’s acting was masterful. In the blink of an eye, he once again became superior to everyone else, arrogance filling his brows. Strutting forward with imposing confidence, he frightened many people into stepping aside.

The woman serving Ouyang Tian was the same girl who had received him earlier. Now, she treated him with exceptional courtesy, and even the matchmaker had personally come out to meet him. This was more than enough to show that the young master was no ordinary person.

What worked for humans naturally worked for demon beasts as well. Without rules, nothing could be accomplished; if one wished to control matters with ease, some system had to be established in this regard.