Chapter 132: Start, Start, Start, and This Too... (Part One)

Hearing their conversation, Shen He, who was sitting on the sofa, was instantly stunned.

These people had actually searched his home while he was away. Did they really hold him in such low regard? The great savior, burgled by a few petty thieves! Yet, how had he failed to notice anything beforehand? Were they... really that professional? Shen He could not help but fall into deep thought.

Furthermore, judging by their words, Lin Xuan had his eyes set on the weapon held by the Forbidden Land Demon King. It was a spirit treasure, but the most malevolent kind, at least a peak post-celestial spirit treasure.

"The day Third Brother falls is the day these curs meet their end. Bear with it for now," the Fourth Prince said.

Mo Wantong looked at Tang Zhazha; he seemed to have no intention of greeting Tang Dongcheng, his expression indifferent, as if he were looking at a complete stranger.

As soon as they reached the city, Chuxia asked Old Wu to drop her off and hailed a taxi. Once inside, she dialed Qin Nan’s number.

Regardless of the circumstances, the elderly man with wild hair and his two companions had appeared here for his sake and that of Bi Yuelan and the others, only to be discovered by their enemies and hunted down to the Divine City of Tai Tian.

Gusu Lingyu had been waiting anxiously. She and the Mahayana powerhouse waiting there dared not overstep their bounds, let alone strike up a conversation. Seeing Lin Xuan flying toward them from the distance, she finally let out a sigh of relief.

Tang Long was a bit dazed, unsure of how to proceed. Li San crouched on the ground, meticulously surveying the scene. Though Tang Long remained silent, he was mentally retracing the events: the victim had been dismembered by a chainsaw. Was the killer prepared in advance, or had they brought the tool in themselves?

A massive group of hundreds marched out of Taierzhuang. Although some wounded soldiers wailed in agony along the way, the others fired shots whenever they screamed to cover the noise and prevent the Japanese troops from discovering them.

Lota, however, felt that the other party’s smile carried the scent of a successful conspiracy, much like the grin of an old fox.

The ball rolled to his feet, and he pulled it forward, preparing to sprint. De Jong, losing face, hooked his leg and tripped Kaiser, earning a yellow card.

Her eyes were filled with indignant confusion, as if to say, "You serve your country, yet you are held back by love."

Lota remained unfazed. His tentacles writhed, forming a large fan, which he then waved at the poison gas. With a sudden gust, the incoming cloud was instantly dispersed. The snake had clearly not expected its attack to be neutralized in such a manner.

"Alright, everyone, let's go! You can do it. You can defeat any team in the league; no one can break you. Let's go!" Hollins extended his right hand, joining the team in a high-five and a cheer.

Although Pei Mingyang trusted that Du Ziyuan would surely succeed, he still felt a sense of unease when the moment finally arrived.

This infuriated the great gods of the Immortal Clan. They had just been boasting to the Great Emperor Gou Chen that they would wipe these people out in a short time, but now that the targets had escaped, wasn't that like slapping their own faces?

"I don't want to join the national team yet. I'll join when you get there," Kaiser joked.

"And then what? Did you go?" Tony Allen, his interest piqued, crowded over and squeezed into a spot beside him.

A spirited old man appeared in the courtyard, walking slowly, his eyes—commanding even without anger—scanning the surroundings.

An Yi was unsure what it was, but she knew that when An Ying had grabbed it at the time, she had scattered it onto her.

"Great! Send me the location now, I'm heading to Yanjing immediately!" Bai Ming was overjoyed. He had only dared to seek out Jiang Wanrou because he saw that Chen Dong was courting death.