Chapter 42: Manipulation

Ning Xin looked around and saw that these were not the guards who had been stationed at the city gate earlier, so she quickly fished out a copper coin and handed it over.

Lei Hu took it and asked in a low voice, "Miss, where did you get this deer?"

"I caught it in the mountain."

Lei Hu's eyes widened. "Caught it? You caught it?"

Ning Xin nodded.

"Officer, is there anything else? If not, I'll be on my way."

Lei Hu waved his hands repeatedly. "No, nothing else."

Ning Xin shouldered the deer and walked on.

Even so, quite a few of these magical beasts still possessed the water attribute. Once the wall of fire blocked the magical beasts' advance, those water-attribute magical beasts immediately rushed to the front lines.

Seeing that the frontline situation remained unfavorable to their side, the enchantress had no other choice but to dispatch the high-level magical beasts she had in reserve. She knew it would be terribly detrimental if her side continued to be suppressed in this manner.

At the time, He Jinxiu did not pay much mind to it. It was hard to align the schedules of two different production crews, and perhaps Sheng Yan had already gone to Country M to shoot location scenes well before this.

Although ecstatic within, Xu Qian wore a troubled expression on his face, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Hearing these words, Sister Fang felt utterly bewildered. How could this be? How could such a situation possibly arise?

Ding Zhu followed Xie Muhuang's gesture and looked over, only to see a multi-tiered curio shelf in the corner of the entire hall that had not completely collapsed, stubbornly maintaining its posture. A thought instantly flashed through her mind: following the clichés of martial arts dramas, could there be a secret passage hidden right here?

Looking down from above, Shang could see nothing more than the appearance of some faint fluorescent light; not even the slightest crack had formed. This aroused Liu Qi's curiosity about what kind of creature the Gugu Luo was composed of to be remarkably sturdy.

"Master Jiang said: 'Because a month ago, when I first arrived at Chongshan, I cast a divination for Your Excellency, and it turned out to be a portent of great misfortune. The hexagram indicated that a month from now, Your Excellency would face the peril of utter ruin, and the disaster would stem from your archenemy.'"

Upon hearing this, the Berserker player exclaimed, "No way, could it be? Are you really the big shot I've been searching for all this time?"

Without the slightest effort, one could command countless armies. There was already no way to find a countermeasure against the Wuli Demon Venerable, let alone the fact that the heavenly soldiers and generals could not slaughter these mortals since they were innocent, leaving our side with no choice but to take a beating passively.

This was a matter of one's starting point. The very moment one ascended to the realm of a heavenly being, the limits of each individual's strength were already predetermined.

What the hell kind of special forces? Do they possess three heads and six arms? Are they not made of flesh and blood born from human parents? Even if Yamamoto's commando unit is made of steel-forged walnuts, this old man will smash you to pieces and swallow you whole.

"Meowmeow is still shedding her fur right now..." Xiangling smiled wryly as she lifted the hem of her long skirt, which was already covered in cat hair.

After listening to Little Monkey's report, Yang Yi set down his coffee, while the plump cat wiggled its backside and leaped onto the couch to resume its interrupted nap.

The slums and the noble district were, after all, separated by two major sectors. Although these major factions wielded immense influence in the slums, trying to gather intelligence from the noble district still proved somewhat troublesome.

Though it was an ability of the尊者 (Venerable) level, divine-realm powerhouses usually could only employ it as a last resort to break off their tails and flee when all other options failed, and even then, most of the time it might not prove effective. After all, once defeat was sealed, whether one was a Venerable or a divine-realm expert, there was virtually no margin of error that would allow an opponent's divine sense to escape.

Having gathered its momentum, Long Xia's immense spiritual fluctuation was like a tightened pouch that, upon being suddenly opened, felt as if a storm had abruptly descended.

Su Aomei was jolted by this murderous intent and took a sharp step backward. Years of martial arts training told her through intuition that Lu Baoguo was extremely dangerous now; even the slightest provocative movement on her part could trigger a fatal killing strike.

Qianqian imitated her mother's actions, playfully pinching her father's thigh while babbling incoherently, causing Xiangling to laugh from ear to ear.