Chapter 50: Traitor!

"Wu Mie! What are you doing!"

Peng Dingtian was utterly stunned. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that the successor he had chosen would turn out to be so spineless, kneeling before their enemy in front of everyone!

"I truly misjudged you... To think you would kneel before a disciple of the demonic path!"

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On this foundation, there was a specialized encrypted wireless communication system, allowing Sirius and its operators to share battlefield footage, enemy positions, and firepower details in real time. If wireless commands conflicted with gesture recognition, Sirius would always prioritize the gesture-based orders.

When that name was mentioned, Zhen Xia subtly shifted in his seat, recalling his few brief encounters with that gentleman. He thought to himself that if he could meet with this man more often, it would indeed be a delightful thing.

Yu Liang watched Cao Bingju's despicable demeanor and cursed inwardly, "Damn it, since I've already started, I might as well go all the way." He raised his foot and landed a few more solid kicks to Cao Bingju’s face. This time, he wasn’t faking it—blood streamed down Cao Bingju’s face as he rolled on the ground, writhing in pain.

Wei Feng lay on the 'bed', his eyes wide open, staring at the pitch-black ceiling of the wooden hut. He hadn’t fallen asleep, though it was already deep into the night. Something told him that tonight would be unusual, yet so much time had passed without a single disturbance.

The stone platform was certainly not an ordinary boulder, that much was clear now. But what exactly was it? Zhen Xia found himself at a loss for words.

The lethal power of the Seven Ghosts Sea-Breaking Strike lay first in its explosive force, and second in its soul-capturing effect. Although Li Xun wasn’t torn apart by the initial blast, he was unable to resist the overwhelmingly dominant demonic energy that invaded him.

"Enough, let’s stop bickering here. As for my pets, if you want them, take them—so long as you let me have a taste of the new slaves you just brought back. What do you say?" An Yi’s face twisted with lecherous intent.

"He’s weaving basket nets to raise crabs," said Great-Uncle Jiu, stepping through the 'door' with his cotton felt hat on his head and a gun bag slung over his shoulder.

"When guilt is added to jade, what hope is there without words to plead your case?" Luo Yuan nearly leapt up in agitation. All that renovation had been paid for in solid gold and silver, only for it to be treated as a heap of worthless trash. Anyone would be furious.

Sui Piaoyun peeled off two slices and pressed them onto her face, asking if fish would eat those sour grapes too. Sang Mulan answered firmly in the affirmative.

Perhaps it was due to Zhang Can’s reputation here that these two best-actor level figures agreed without the slightest hesitation.

"Lin Xi, if you, like these soldiers, had cultivated for billions of years without being able to make any further progress, would you choose to fight on the dimensional battlefield, risking life and death, just as they have?" Linley looked at the surviving soldiers, turned to Bebe, and asked Lin Xi with genuine feeling.

Wang Dakai, in his wisdom, immediately called Dong Qinhe and said, "Qinglong is your territory, Dong Qinhe. Since things have come to this, you are responsible. You must handle it well—there can be no mistakes."

Feng Yunxiu noticed the middle-aged man recognized him. When the man called his name, he hesitated respectfully before correcting himself. Feng Yunxiu quickly stepped forward and nodded in acknowledgment.

"I’ve said all I can. Take care of yourself." Seeing that Duan Yun still had not given up on entering the club competition, disappointment was written plainly on Yang Ying's face.

"In that case, let this old man lead the way!" Li Yu, eager to get on Lin Xi’s good side, volunteered to walk at the very front.

But the medicinal cuisine shop required very few employees, far fewer than other dining establishments; yet its profits far surpassed those of other restaurants.

Aboard the golden flagship, the Demon Emperor glanced at the Sword Sovereign, signaling him to arrange the order of the next combatants.