Chapter 13131 — The Third Seat of the Gentle Squad. This Is a Being at the Level of a Dharma God!

When someone says they are going to crush you, they crush you. What was Zhang Baiyu supposed to do?

No matter how sharp his mind was, it could not withstand brute force overwhelming all cleverness—the man simply did not give a damn about any of it.

"My lord."

Seeing that Wei Zhao had finally returned, Zhang Baiyu at last let out a slight breath of relief.

Wei Zhao looked at the bold, uninhibited girl before him. "Who are you?"

The bold girl extended one hand and jabbed a thumb at herself. "Allow me to introduce myself—third seat of the Gentle Squad. My name is Zhao Tianfang."

Wei Zhao: "..."

There was simply too much to criticize...

Once she learned that neither the Su family nor Su Hongying had any of those absurd rumors attached to them, the sisters-in-law happily teamed up and came to help her produce milk.

Lin Yinuo and Liu Hao both stared speechlessly at Zhou Momo's figure. Today she had donned no disguise whatsoever—she had simply thrown on her tracksuit and started running.

Tang Seng felt a chill creep through his heart at the sight, unable to fathom what bizarre scheme this thing was plotting now.

The sunlight merged with the radiance of the purple moon and spilled down upon Chen Mo, yet it produced a most peculiar sensation.

Chen Mo's expression withdrew into itself; his memories ebbed away like a tide, and he slowly fell from midair.

But for Zhu Dawang, it was not so. That meant suppression, exclusion, and even framing.

George Soros would indeed emerge this time, though it was merely his name that had been borrowed. He and Robertson had already manipulated one Asian financial crisis and shouldered the infamy for it; another scapegoat would hardly matter.

Chen Bo had already become an idle, figurehead commander amid the chorus of condemnation, utterly stripped of everything.

Even top martial families like the Luo family of Beihai were not worth a glance before the Dragon Lord. A mere Yan family—I have never taken them seriously. One might even say I do not care at all.

She was thoroughly displeased with this Zhou Momo. You too were reborn, so why the hell can't I get through to you on the phone?

The moment these two surges of vital blood emerged, the likes of Xiong Longzi and the heirs of the Primordial Unity Qi Art were all pressed down a notch.

And it was at this moment that Elder Jazi's eyes flew wide with fury, his demeanor utterly reversed from before, his gaze filled with an indescribable madness.

"Lingfeng, Heavenly God, my son may indeed have erred in offending you, but his crime did not warrant death. To slay him in such a manner—are you determined to fight my Zhutian City to the bitter end?" Xiao Hanshan stared fixedly at Lingfeng, a fierce anger in his tone as well.

Hong Feng did not dare be careless in the slightest; his palms were slick with sweat. To claim he was not nervous at all would be utter nonsense, for mortals could not control any situation. The only thing he could do was stay calm and minimize his own injuries as much as possible.

After all, they were not suited to take action. Once they did, the chief gods led by Lord Tianyu would certainly stop them, and then the likelihood of successfully dealing with Ye Chen would only become extremely low—perhaps not even a possibility at all.

Wei Yi had no doubts on this count. Qianji Zhenren was, after all, an old monster renowned for many years; having a trick or two up his sleeve was hardly excessive.

But after becoming a true Sanctuary powerhouse, so long as one was not killed along the way, the worst one could do was live for a thousand years or more.

For such an unremarkable wisp of wood-attribute origin power, Wei Yi spent a full three hours or more before finally refining and absorbing it smoothly.

And clearly, Liu Xu belonged to those with rather good luck. Though his strength ranked only middling-to-upper among mid-stage chief gods, the opponents who came for him were essentially never stronger than he was—though he had been besieged once.

And in the business world, delay after delay, purposefully dragged out like this—even a heavyweight contract would gradually become a tasteless cake, forgotten in a corner in the blink of an eye.

But at this moment, everyone understood: the mutation of heaven and earth was connected to Murong Jinsheng's earlier words.

Qin Chuan understood quite well—Mu Xiaohan's sword-intent realm was among the highest he had ever seen.