296: Chapter 296 The Cruel Era of Martial Arts, the Tragedy of Prodigies

Inside the Martial Arts Arena.

Qin Wudao narrowed his eyes and spoke indifferently: "It is over."

"This mosquito is actually even more heaven-defying than when I saw it last time in the Lingwu Purgatory."

A trace of wariness flashed in Qin Wudao's eyes.

It was true that he admired Gu Yuexi's talent.

But at this moment, Gu Yuexi's strength could already threaten him! Especially when combined with this perverted mosquito.

This made him not like it so much.

Chengxuan was an honest person; it was precisely because of this sincerity and stubbornness that he had been kept by his side for several years. This drive, when applied to business, had also kept the affairs of the Jinxiu Villa running in perfect order.

Yuan Jinyu also reached out her hand to respond to them, then she sat on the edge of the bed, while Mu Ze and Mu Lianyang sat on the other side of the bed, facing Yuan Jinyu.

Compared to them, the common people on the ground were even more miserable. Within a hundred-mile radius under the feet of the Primordial Demon Dragon, all living creatures died with their meridians severed and blood flowing from their seven orifices.

Thinking of this, Chang Guanrui couldn't help but laugh out loud. Some people in the Chang family were just like this; they clearly couldn't do anything, yet they had a way of raising their own aura to the highest point. But in reality, they probably couldn't grasp even the slightest point, which was simply a waste of time and food.

So, A-Jiu thought of a method: he had people find several patients with varying degrees of the epidemic, had them take the medicinal decoctions prescribed by the imperial physician, and observed whether these people could recover.

Within that second, Wan Qi twisted her supple body into several high-difficulty positions, and then narrowly escaped from the other party's confinement.

He had already handled the accumulated matters of Fengying, and the newly appointed general manager was the person he trusted most.

At the three elevator entrances, as the elevator slowly ascended, He Silang stared wide-eyed at the scene before him, his breathing stalling.

People all knew that the newly appointed Governor was twenty-six years old and still had no children; hearing her say this, they felt there was nothing suspicious about it.

Lingdang did not know how many times she had been struck with the rod; the sounds in her ears became blurred, and her eyes were filled with tears. Because it was too painful, she bit her lips tightly, and they were already dripping with fresh blood.

It felt like decades had passed; when the terrifying images disappeared, he was shocked to find himself collapsed on the ground, drenched in cold sweat, his clothes soaked through.

Zhuzi huddled on the bed, continuing to feel unwell. Jingru couldn't find any ready-made hot water, so she went to boil some. During the process of waiting for the water to boil, she naturally couldn't keep her coat on, so Jingru took it off. Zhuzi's forehead was already sweating; Jingru thought it was from the pain, but in reality, it was from the heat.

"Then you pass on my words to them; tell them that this business is of great importance, and I must discuss it with them personally! Also, tell him that I thank him for his help two years ago." Jia Daishan said, slipping a banknote into the middleman's hand.

Only at this moment did Xia Leiwu realize that his cleverness had backfired, that he had been schemed against by Lin Ruhai and Jia Min, and that he had foolishly delivered himself right to their doorstep.

Countless cultivators were dumbfounded; they could not imagine what had just happened. The Great Qin Dynasty was actually so powerful that it could even slay an invincible expert of the Tiangang Realm. Compared to the Great Qin Dynasty, were they not perhaps a bit too inferior?

His whole body was festering, and even his bones had melted. His abdominal cavity was ripped open, and his intestines, influenced by some unknown thing, had turned into tentacle-like objects that extended all over the room before suddenly exploding.

In the following time, he divided his cultivation time into two: half for opening spiritual meridians, and half for practicing spiritual techniques.

The Lu family saw them all the way to the door. Qiao Min wanted to urge Qin Bingxuan not to drive after drinking, but she immediately remembered the legendary alcohol tolerance of Qin Bingxuan, smiled, and said nothing.

Facing Su Qing's shouts, the newcomer was unconcerned. The rustling sounds became more and more rapid. In the blink of an eye, the distance between them had been halved, but under the cover of the trees and the surrounding night, the newcomer's figure still could not be seen clearly.