Chapter 13151 — Nowhere Left to Run

The outcome of today's secret realm expedition was already decided.

But just then, a buzzing sound suddenly filled the air.

Caught off guard, Qiu Gan felt that something was very wrong.

The other Iron Wall members were not the least bit panicked; instead, they wore mocking smiles: "This Wei Zhao really is running out of options, isn't he? Even now, he wants to use self-detonating ancient mosquitoes to take us down?"

"Exactly! Doesn't he know that our Qiu Gan can control self-detonating ancient mosquitoes too?"

Qiu Gan's expression, however, was grim: "No..."

Zhang Fada was instantly dumbstruck, unable to speak. In an instant, the fury that had filled him turned into embarrassment and shame.

But one thing was certain: the body of an ancient god was fundamentally composed of the strongest materials this world could offer, and as the being grew, those materials would gradually develop into the toughest carapace and weapons.

Mo Cang at his side also smiled without a word. Xing Tian Ke—in his heart, this disciple was a symbol of the Cangwu Academy's reputation.

Mu Chendong lived quite far from the medical academy. By the time he drove there, all the infected teachers and students had already been sent to the First Affiliated Hospital for quarantine, and the school itself had been sealed off—they wouldn't let him in.

Suddenly, Zi Han felt something strange, but the next moment, Blood Moon spoke again, and he was set at ease.

Only then did Chu Tian come back to his senses and give a murmur of acknowledgment. He hurried to catch up with Ling Zi and stepped through the gaps left between the stone statues.

If the Aisin Gioro imperial clan truly had a death wish and insisted on continuing to trouble the Dragon Soaring Sovereign, then only utter destruction awaited them.

"You dare to slander the Supreme Divine Emperor with your words—you cannot be allowed to live!" Ye Zhou clearly knew something, so Jiang Yuxuan's words had struck precisely the nerve.

Qin Xiaoxuan was startled and shook her head frantically: "I won't say it! I won't say it even if I die!" Last time, when they held that ten-thousand-meter race, she had spent ages trying to get out of reading a few lines of a speech on stage. This time, she would die before going up there.

Only then did Jia Qing realize they had already reached the depths of the garden. Before them lay a flight of seven or eight stone steps. An ordinary person would have no trouble with them, but Jia Qing was sitting in a cart—if he were pushed down that, even if he didn't break his tailbone, he would surely be jolted to pieces.

This time, Yun Xiao did not refuse. He agreed, and without hesitation plunged into the Black Iron Sword District.

Making Ghost happy was simple too—just toss him a grade fruit. Wei Xian was never short of grade fruits, including high-purity ones, but he couldn't feed Ghost's appetite too much all at once. First, he gave him a grade-2 purity fruit. Ghost Sting immediately stopped brooding and happily clutched the mist-formed grade fruit, "gnawing" on it.

"All right then." Jiang Ling had been thinking of cashing in some of the useless items he carried for another round of money, but this town was so remote that there really was no such place. Still, he didn't have that many spare things on him anyway, so he simply let it go.

The ghost watched as the soul-summoning banner swelled to its absolute limit. A strange smile crept onto the corners of his mouth, and his grayish-white, dead-fish eyes rolled several times.

The Seven Suns Primordial Spear Technique was considered a rather advanced mystic art of the Long family. Only a top-tier genius like Long Qianqiong could successfully master it at merely the seventh rank of the Danxuan stage.

You Ye stroked the long, splayed mustache at his lips. Hearing that rather youthful voice, he landed on the ground with an easy mind. On the lightless cliff, with his hands clasped behind his back, he strode forward, not a trace of fear on his face—as if the person sitting there were no alliance leader at all, but merely a junior even younger than himself.

He heard his own laughter—pure, natural, unadorned, and extraordinarily pleasant to the ear. He touched his illusory face, wanting to feel the corners of his mouth curled upward, but he could feel nothing. He was but a wisp of a lonely soul, liable to scatter at any moment and depart for the Western Paradise.

This time the route ran from Huangcao Weir to Beikou Town, and they had set out at dawn; now barely half a day had passed. Though Ruan Daxiong wore tattered clothes, they were actually quite clean, with no stolen goods on him.