Chapter 369: Spear in Belly?
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Chapter 369: Spear in Belly?
Spear in Belly? . . .
"And... And... Whoever incited the discord," Cha Chengfeng seethed, his thoughts consumed by vengeance. He was on the brink of losing control. His suppressed inner turmoil, once forcibly repressed, had now erupted with devastating consequences. Spewing a mist of blood, he collapsed to the ground, both physically and mentally wounded. As he slipped into unconsciousness, he managed to utter one final command, "Summon our superior cultivators!"
Simultaneously, Boundless Saint, nursing his own injuries, issued a fierce decree, his voice laden with unwavering determination. "All assassins of the Boundless Lake, make haste to Chen-Xing City! I shall exterminate every single member of the Sunlight Sect who dares to set foot in this city. I will bury them beneath this soil, as a testament to our strength and honor."
"Revenge for my brothers!"
"Revenge!"
"Revenge!"
A noble man may patiently bide his time for a decade, but those harboring ill intentions are unrelenting in their pursuit of vengeance. The martial world was about to witness a calamity of epic proportions, ignited by Boundless Saint's fiery declaration.
...
Meanwhile, within the confines of Ling-Bao Hall, Wan Zhenghao, his visage gaunt from days of anxiety, had been tormented by sleepless nights. When he heard the disturbances outside grow more chaotic, his apprehension reached new heights. Word had spread that the combatants were all Sky Origin Stage cultivators, adding a layer of dread to his already mounting fear.
"Oh, please, let them not come this way," he prayed, the terror gripping him intensifying. nOVE)Lb/1n
As he fretted, the window was forcibly thrust open, and three masked figures clad in black materialized within his room. Their murderous aura was palpable, sending shivers down Wan Zhenghao's spine. The situation was so dire that he felt his legs go weak, his very soul quaking with fear. It seemed he might even lose control of his bodily functions.
"They've come for me," he despaired. His heart grew cold, and the three intruders appeared as grim reapers sent to claim his life.
Staring at the masked figures with wide, despairing eyes, Wan Zhenghao's trembling body became a pitiable sight. His ample frame quivered with terror, producing a bizarre spectacle.
"Get us some hot tea, and bring more hot water," one of the intruders calmly requested. Observing Wan Zhenghao's trembling form, he couldn't help but ask, "Why are you so frightened?"
Wan Zhenghao, in a moment of realization, burst into a fit of tears. "My God! You three appeared out of nowhere, like ghosts. You frightened me half to death! I thought you were assassins sent to claim my life... I haven't been pursued with such a high bounty in thousands of years."
As he recognized the voice, Wan Zhenghao's desperation gave way to emotional release. It was the Feng Monarch.
Tears welled up in his eyes, and the three intruders collectively shivered as they turned their heads.
Even Ning Biluo, who stood in close proximity to Wan Zhenghao for the first time, was deeply unsettled. The sight of a portly man, sobbing and shedding tears that seemed to gush in torrents, was an experience none of them were prepared for.
Ning Biluo's inner turmoil reached its peak. He couldn't help but think, "This is beyond the limits of what my mind can bear."
Cha Eun Xiao let out a weary sigh and settled into a chair, removing his mask with a feeling of distaste. The sight before him had grown unbearable.
At that moment, he resolved to assist Wan Zhenghao in his weight loss journey. His own health depended on it. He had to compel Wan Zhenghao to shed pounds swiftly.
Cha Eun Xiao was certain that if he had to endure Wan Zhenghao's corpulent presence a few more times, he might lose weight himself. It was enough to make him retch repeatedly.
Wan Zhenghao's colossal figure was an imposing mound of flesh and fat. Anyone who could eat in its presence deserved Cha Eun Xiao's admiration, and that was no exaggeration.
"Wan, you can take solace now. We have an opportunity to address your condition. Don't be disheartened," Cha Eun Xiao assured him. "After this ordeal, I'll produce more dan beads for your weight loss. I am committed to helping you shed those pounds."
Wan Zhenghao's spirits lifted, his tremors ceased, and the look of fear gradually left his eyes. He inquired with anticipation, "Really?"
Cha Eun Xiao nodded in affirmation, and Wan Zhenghao leaped to his feet, exclaiming, "Wow! I trust you, Monarch! No problem! I will endure. I won't give in to despair! Damn it, I'm going to survive this!"
The promise from Feng Monarch gave him renewed hope, and he felt more encouraged than ever. It was as if he could take on the whole world with this newfound determination.
His eyes glimmered with newfound hope, and he brimmed with enthusiasm.
Liu Changjun, who had been a silent observer, was flabbergasted. "Wan, I thought you were most afraid of death. But now I see that deep within your heart, there's something even more critical than the will to survive," he commented wryly. "It's the desire to lose weight!"
Wan Zhenghao responded with a haughty humph and lifted his head high. "You don't understand me. You're just ignorant. I've always faced death unflinchingly. I'm a magnanimous, valiant, and righteous individual. Do you understand me now?"
Liu Changjun was taken aback, and when he finally came to his senses, he couldn't help but vomit.
Wan Zhenghao couldn't contain his laughter, causing ripples to appear across his corpulent body. He let out a deep sigh and began to express his inner turmoil, "You have no idea how much I've suffered... You see, when a man's belly sags down to his feet, when he can't even see his spear under that belly and loses his manly prowess, when his spear can only graze his own belly no matter how hard he tries... It's endured for thousands of years... Do you understand the pain I've been through?"
Raising his voice to the heavens, Wan Zhenghao declared, "I'm finally going to shed this weight!"
His eyes welled up with tears.
"His spear can only graze his own belly no matter how hard he tries... It's endured for thousands of years..." Those words sent shivers down their spines, and then it dawned on them just how horrifying that must have been.
Indeed, if it had persisted for thousands of years, it was a nightmarish prospect that would terrify any man.
However, when they saw the extent of Wan Zhenghao's belly, hanging nearly to the ground, they knew better than to show sympathy. No matter how composed and collected they intended to be, they burst into laughter that echoed even in the heavens.
Cha Eun Xiao laughed so heartily that his belly ached, and Ning Biluo, who had carried the weight of numerous burdens throughout his life, hadn't experienced such unbridled laughter in years. But when he comprehended what Wan Zhenghao was referring to, he came close to laughter-induced asphyxiation..
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Chapter 369: Spear in Belly?
Spear in Belly? . . .
"And... And... Whoever incited the discord," Cha Chengfeng seethed, his thoughts consumed by vengeance. He was on the brink of losing control. His suppressed inner turmoil, once forcibly repressed, had now erupted with devastating consequences. Spewing a mist of blood, he collapsed to the ground, both physically and mentally wounded. As he slipped into unconsciousness, he managed to utter one final command, "Summon our superior cultivators!"
Simultaneously, Boundless Saint, nursing his own injuries, issued a fierce decree, his voice laden with unwavering determination. "All assassins of the Boundless Lake, make haste to Chen-Xing City! I shall exterminate every single member of the Sunlight Sect who dares to set foot in this city. I will bury them beneath this soil, as a testament to our strength and honor."
"Revenge for my brothers!"
"Revenge!"
"Revenge!"
A noble man may patiently bide his time for a decade, but those harboring ill intentions are unrelenting in their pursuit of vengeance. The martial world was about to witness a calamity of epic proportions, ignited by Boundless Saint's fiery declaration.
...
Meanwhile, within the confines of Ling-Bao Hall, Wan Zhenghao, his visage gaunt from days of anxiety, had been tormented by sleepless nights. When he heard the disturbances outside grow more chaotic, his apprehension reached new heights. Word had spread that the combatants were all Sky Origin Stage cultivators, adding a layer of dread to his already mounting fear.
"Oh, please, let them not come this way," he prayed, the terror gripping him intensifying. nOVE)Lb/1n
As he fretted, the window was forcibly thrust open, and three masked figures clad in black materialized within his room. Their murderous aura was palpable, sending shivers down Wan Zhenghao's spine. The situation was so dire that he felt his legs go weak, his very soul quaking with fear. It seemed he might even lose control of his bodily functions.
"They've come for me," he despaired. His heart grew cold, and the three intruders appeared as grim reapers sent to claim his life.
Staring at the masked figures with wide, despairing eyes, Wan Zhenghao's trembling body became a pitiable sight. His ample frame quivered with terror, producing a bizarre spectacle.
"Get us some hot tea, and bring more hot water," one of the intruders calmly requested. Observing Wan Zhenghao's trembling form, he couldn't help but ask, "Why are you so frightened?"
Wan Zhenghao, in a moment of realization, burst into a fit of tears. "My God! You three appeared out of nowhere, like ghosts. You frightened me half to death! I thought you were assassins sent to claim my life... I haven't been pursued with such a high bounty in thousands of years."
As he recognized the voice, Wan Zhenghao's desperation gave way to emotional release. It was the Feng Monarch.
Tears welled up in his eyes, and the three intruders collectively shivered as they turned their heads.
Even Ning Biluo, who stood in close proximity to Wan Zhenghao for the first time, was deeply unsettled. The sight of a portly man, sobbing and shedding tears that seemed to gush in torrents, was an experience none of them were prepared for.
Ning Biluo's inner turmoil reached its peak. He couldn't help but think, "This is beyond the limits of what my mind can bear."
Cha Eun Xiao let out a weary sigh and settled into a chair, removing his mask with a feeling of distaste. The sight before him had grown unbearable.
At that moment, he resolved to assist Wan Zhenghao in his weight loss journey. His own health depended on it. He had to compel Wan Zhenghao to shed pounds swiftly.
Cha Eun Xiao was certain that if he had to endure Wan Zhenghao's corpulent presence a few more times, he might lose weight himself. It was enough to make him retch repeatedly.
Wan Zhenghao's colossal figure was an imposing mound of flesh and fat. Anyone who could eat in its presence deserved Cha Eun Xiao's admiration, and that was no exaggeration.
"Wan, you can take solace now. We have an opportunity to address your condition. Don't be disheartened," Cha Eun Xiao assured him. "After this ordeal, I'll produce more dan beads for your weight loss. I am committed to helping you shed those pounds."
Wan Zhenghao's spirits lifted, his tremors ceased, and the look of fear gradually left his eyes. He inquired with anticipation, "Really?"
Cha Eun Xiao nodded in affirmation, and Wan Zhenghao leaped to his feet, exclaiming, "Wow! I trust you, Monarch! No problem! I will endure. I won't give in to despair! Damn it, I'm going to survive this!"
The promise from Feng Monarch gave him renewed hope, and he felt more encouraged than ever. It was as if he could take on the whole world with this newfound determination.
His eyes glimmered with newfound hope, and he brimmed with enthusiasm.
Liu Changjun, who had been a silent observer, was flabbergasted. "Wan, I thought you were most afraid of death. But now I see that deep within your heart, there's something even more critical than the will to survive," he commented wryly. "It's the desire to lose weight!"
Wan Zhenghao responded with a haughty humph and lifted his head high. "You don't understand me. You're just ignorant. I've always faced death unflinchingly. I'm a magnanimous, valiant, and righteous individual. Do you understand me now?"
Liu Changjun was taken aback, and when he finally came to his senses, he couldn't help but vomit.
Wan Zhenghao couldn't contain his laughter, causing ripples to appear across his corpulent body. He let out a deep sigh and began to express his inner turmoil, "You have no idea how much I've suffered... You see, when a man's belly sags down to his feet, when he can't even see his spear under that belly and loses his manly prowess, when his spear can only graze his own belly no matter how hard he tries... It's endured for thousands of years... Do you understand the pain I've been through?"
Raising his voice to the heavens, Wan Zhenghao declared, "I'm finally going to shed this weight!"
His eyes welled up with tears.
"His spear can only graze his own belly no matter how hard he tries... It's endured for thousands of years..." Those words sent shivers down their spines, and then it dawned on them just how horrifying that must have been.
Indeed, if it had persisted for thousands of years, it was a nightmarish prospect that would terrify any man.
However, when they saw the extent of Wan Zhenghao's belly, hanging nearly to the ground, they knew better than to show sympathy. No matter how composed and collected they intended to be, they burst into laughter that echoed even in the heavens.
Cha Eun Xiao laughed so heartily that his belly ached, and Ning Biluo, who had carried the weight of numerous burdens throughout his life, hadn't experienced such unbridled laughter in years. But when he comprehended what Wan Zhenghao was referring to, he came close to laughter-induced asphyxiation..
Chapter 369: Spear in Belly? Spear in Belly? . . . "And... And... Whoever incited the discord," Cha Chengfeng seethed, his thoughts consumed by vengeance. He was on the brink of losing control. His suppressed inner turmoil, once forcibly repressed, had now erupted with devastating consequences. Spewing a mist of blood, he collapsed to the ground, both physically and mentally wounded. As he slipped into unconsciousness, he managed to utter one final command, "Summon our superior cultivators!" Simultaneously, Boundless Saint, nursing his own injuries, issued a fierce decree, his voice laden with unwavering determination. "All assassins of the Boundless Lake, make haste to Chen-Xing City! I shall exterminate every single member of the Sunlight Sect who dares to set foot in this city. I will bury them beneath this soil, as a testament to our strength and honor." "Revenge for my brothers!" "Revenge!" "Revenge!" A noble man may patiently bide his time for a decade, but those harboring ill intentions are unrelenting in their pursuit of vengeance. The martial world was about to witness a calamity of epic proportions, ignited by Boundless Saint's fiery declaration. ... Meanwhile, within the confines of Ling-Bao Hall, Wan Zhenghao, his visage gaunt from days of anxiety, had been tormented by sleepless nights. When he heard the disturbances outside grow more chaotic, his apprehension reached new heights. Word had spread that the combatants were all Sky Origin Stage cultivators, adding a layer of dread to his already mounting fear. "Oh, please, let them not come this way," he prayed, the terror gripping him intensifying. nOVELb/1nAs he fretted, the window was forcibly thrust open, and three masked figures clad in black materialized within his room. Their murderous aura was palpable, sending shivers down Wan Zhenghao's spine. The situation was so dire that he felt his legs go weak, his very soul quaking with fear. It seemed he might even lose control of his bodily functions. "They've come for me," he despaired. His heart grew cold, and the three intruders appeared as grim reapers sent to claim his life. Staring at the masked figures with wide, despairing eyes, Wan Zhenghao's trembling body became a pitiable sight. His ample frame quivered with terror, producing a bizarre spectacle. "Get us some hot tea, and bring more hot water," one of the intruders calmly requested. Observing Wan Zhenghao's trembling form, he couldn't help but ask, "Why are you so frightened?" Wan Zhenghao, in a moment of realization, burst into a fit of tears. "My God! You three appeared out of nowhere, like ghosts. You frightened me half to death! I thought you were assassins sent to claim my life... I haven't been pursued with such a high bounty in thousands of years." As he recognized the voice, Wan Zhenghao's desperation gave way to emotional release. It was the Feng Monarch. Tears welled up in his eyes, and the three intruders collectively shivered as they turned their heads. Even Ning Biluo, who stood in close proximity to Wan Zhenghao for the first time, was deeply unsettled. The sight of a portly man, sobbing and shedding tears that seemed to gush in torrents, was an experience none of them were prepared for. Ning Biluo's inner turmoil reached its peak. He couldn't help but think, "This is beyond the limits of what my mind can bear." Cha Eun Xiao let out a weary sigh and settled into a chair, removing his mask with a feeling of distaste. The sight before him had grown unbearable. At that moment, he resolved to assist Wan Zhenghao in his weight loss journey. His own health depended on it. He had to compel Wan Zhenghao to shed pounds swiftly. Cha Eun Xiao was certain that if he had to endure Wan Zhenghao's corpulent presence a few more times, he might lose weight himself. It was enough to make him retch repeatedly. Wan Zhenghao's colossal figure was an imposing mound of flesh and fat. Anyone who could eat in its presence deserved Cha Eun Xiao's admiration, and that was no exaggeration. "Wan, you can take solace now. We have an opportunity to address your condition. Don't be disheartened," Cha Eun Xiao assured him. "After this ordeal, I'll produce more dan beads for your weight loss. I am committed to helping you shed those pounds." Wan Zhenghao's spirits lifted, his tremors ceased, and the look of fear gradually left his eyes. He inquired with anticipation, "Really?" Cha Eun Xiao nodded in affirmation, and Wan Zhenghao leaped to his feet, exclaiming, "Wow! I trust you, Monarch! No problem! I will endure. I won't give in to despair! Damn it, I'm going to survive this!" The promise from Feng Monarch gave him renewed hope, and he felt more encouraged than ever. It was as if he could take on the whole world with this newfound determination. His eyes glimmered with newfound hope, and he brimmed with enthusiasm. Liu Changjun, who had been a silent observer, was flabbergasted. "Wan, I thought you were most afraid of death. But now I see that deep within your heart, there's something even more critical than the will to survive," he commented wryly. "It's the desire to lose weight!" Wan Zhenghao responded with a haughty humph and lifted his head high. "You don't understand me. You're just ignorant. I've always faced death unflinchingly. I'm a magnanimous, valiant, and righteous individual. Do you understand me now?" Liu Changjun was taken aback, and when he finally came to his senses, he couldn't help but vomit. Wan Zhenghao couldn't contain his laughter, causing ripples to appear across his corpulent body. He let out a deep sigh and began to express his inner turmoil, "You have no idea how much I've suffered... You see, when a man's belly sags down to his feet, when he can't even see his spear under that belly and loses his manly prowess, when his spear can only graze his own belly no matter how hard he tries... It's endured for thousands of years... Do you understand the pain I've been through?" Raising his voice to the heavens, Wan Zhenghao declared, "I'm finally going to shed this weight!" His eyes welled up with tears. "His spear can only graze his own belly no matter how hard he tries... It's endured for thousands of years..." Those words sent shivers down their spines, and then it dawned on them just how horrifying that must have been. Indeed, if it had persisted for thousands of years, it was a nightmarish prospect that would terrify any man. However, when they saw the extent of Wan Zhenghao's belly, hanging nearly to the ground, they knew better than to show sympathy. No matter how composed and collected they intended to be, they burst into laughter that echoed even in the heavens. Cha Eun Xiao laughed so heartily that his belly ached, and Ning Biluo, who had carried the weight of numerous burdens throughout his life, hadn't experienced such unbridled laughter in years. But when he comprehended what Wan Zhenghao was referring to, he came close to laughter-induced asphyxiation..
