Volume 1, Chapter 37: The Profound Mist Qilin

Such an outcome naturally left the gathered demon leaders in utter shock. That the human race, whom they had long viewed as weak as ants, could possess such immense potential was evidenced by the fact that the seven sages had stepped in to protect them.

She waved her command flag, and Yuding led two squads away. With another wave of her flag, two plumes of black smoke rose simultaneously, and under the cover of these dark clouds, the troops quietly departed from Tianji and headed toward Cangwu.

Just then, Huzi, who had been hiding on the side, came running over with a grin. He plopped down beside Ye Tian and asked with a sycophantic expression.

Liu suddenly went silent, turning her face away. She told herself that once the clothes were delivered and the stock matters settled, she would have absolutely nothing to do with Cheng Lin anymore. She took a slow, deep breath to calm her heart.

Could it be that it truly contained some unknown and important information regarding the legendary craftsmen?

Sure enough, upon hearing my words, Company Commander Kuang immediately grew uneasy, his face filled with doubt.

The whiskers beside its mouth were like whips, powerful and unyielding; they lashed directly at Styx, while the dragon pearl in its mouth suddenly burst forth with boundless light, striking directly at the Yuantu and Abi swords.

At that time, Xie Lang was clear about one thing: he would never exchange his freedom for anything from the Heavenly Mechanism City.

Although it was only the lingering force of the spatial turbulence, the power was not something Mo Ran and the other could withstand at the moment. The raging gale blew past, forcibly tearing the two already weakened men apart. Unable to endure the violent onslaught any longer, Mo Ran and Mo Tianxing finally collapsed, losing consciousness simultaneously.

The medics were nearly frantic; they had finally found General Guan, and if anything were to happen to him now, their negligence would be unforgivable.

On the side of the Sacred Origin Realm, many warriors looked toward Bai Yunfei, their eyes filled with an inexplicable emotional fluctuation.

A number of cultivators swarmed over, venting their hatred with punches and kicks. Some even stabbed him with swords, and before long, he was torn to pieces by the crowd.

Those attachments and those moments of tenderness had vanished without a trace. Was it truly the case that she and You Qing were destined to be separated in this lifetime?

The Witch Clan, for reasons unknown, attacked any place where living beings gathered. They would drain their blood dry and turn the desiccated corpses into servant thralls, forming an army of the dead to assault the next settlement.

If Su Yusheng knew she was thinking about how she had seen him completely naked, there was no telling what he might use to threaten her. He hadn't mentioned it in decades, so he had likely forgotten; she must ensure this demon never remembered.

He raised a jar of wine, seemingly asking Wu Xin if she wanted a drink. Wu Xin immediately frowned and shifted her gaze to the other side.

If it were truly as he said, that Steward Si had never intended to help him with his cultivation, then what was the point of all the years he had spent practicing the arts? How was he supposed to vent his deep-seated resentment toward Mo Qingyan?

A Shui hurriedly channeled his internal energy to break through the surrounding pressure, switching his sword to his right hand and slamming his left palm into the chest of the Fire Walker. While forcing the Fire Walker back, he rolled on the ground to extinguish the flames on his body with sand. Yet, several patches of skin still throbbed with pain, and his clothes were shredded in multiple places.

Her heart turned cold in an instant. The person she cherished most was at this moment using a demon-slaying blade—an object feared by all supernatural beings—to ensure she had no chance of survival, and that person showed no hesitation, even letting out a wild, insolent laugh.

As he spoke, a water-blue light rose around him, resembling a clear spring and carrying a sense of moisture.

Who would have thought that this slap across his face would only make He Qiang shake his head, still failing to rouse him from his stupor.

This was the "Three Talents Formation," a new set of "Man," "Earth," and "Heaven" formations created by Master Guyue, leader of the Kunlun Sect, based on the Seven-Sword Formation. This time, the seven Kunlun swords opened with the most powerful "Heaven" formation to attack Yang Yunhan.

After a brief exchange between Wen Xin and Zhong Xiong, and upon Zhong Xiong’s relaying of the message, Qin Suyi and Liu Feng both withdrew. The battle ceased.

Luo Wanmei was naturally in full agreement. Although there were specialized personnel escorting the jade and raw stones, and there was no need to worry about them, their own personal safety was equally vital.

"However, I used the Heavenly Eye to compare it with Minister Jiang; the genetics and appearance are a perfect match. It is absolutely the same demon!" I recalled the incident at the jewelry store; perhaps it was somehow linked to Minister Jiang.

Xia Jian said this while pulling out his phone to call Li Ya, telling her to prepare the car to go to the Municipal Government to meet Ouyang Hong.

"It doesn't matter. In Xiaoxiao’s heart, you are its mother." I gave it a meaningful smile and placed Xiaoxiao back into its hands. A smile emerged on its face, and it bowed its head slightly toward me.

"Are the three of you itching for a beating again?" No sooner had Song Zhenyu finished speaking than he walked up to the three of them, raised his fist, and punched Shi Zhongqiu in the nose, then followed it with a brutal kick to Chen Feng’s rear end.

Hong Yi regained her senses, but she did not respond for a moment. Dong Ren gave Xian'er a feeling of immediate dislike, so Xian'er ignored him as well.

Zhen Hao casually cast a stream of spiritual energy, fluid as moving clouds and flowing water, and a faint blue light enveloped the room.

"No, Dad must have done it." Yuan Yuan’s voice came from behind the clothes, sounding muffled.

The thugs pinning Qian Donglai down were displeased; they began to exert force, pressing him hard against the ground.

At the summit of the cliff, Zheng Zha watched the distant sky in silence. No one knew what this peerless expert was thinking. A cool breeze brushed against the scar on his face—a mark that bore witness to pain and memories. Finally, after a long while, Li Xiaoyi broke the silence.