Volume One, Chapter Ninety-Two: Taking a Bride

Of all the curses uttered, most were directed at Su Ningxia. If not for Su Ningxia, would their entire family have ended up in such dire straits?

Spiritual power stems from one’s own soul, which means that a soul imbued with the force of existence contains a formidable reservoir of mental strength.

“If you’re so eager to die, why not let me take your body for my own use? I just happen to be in need of a vessel,” a spectral voice once again wound its way around Allen’s ears, lingering for a long time without fading.

According to the information they had gathered, no one had ever managed to ascend to a height of eight hundred meters. Yet now, Zhang Bin had already reached nine hundred and sixty meters—what a terrifying feat.

The force of this shout was far from weak; coupled with the close distance, the two hapless fighters, who weren’t even proper duelists, were sent tumbling along the floor by a tremendous impact, crashing into the base of the wall with considerable force.

The three reckless fools grew even more anxious, beads of sweat the size of beans forming on their foreheads.

“Don’t bend it,” Kurohane Hime said to Yagami Yoru with a serious expression, then flashed a smile as if to say, “See how considerate I am?”

Streams of fairy light flowed toward the massive ship beneath their feet, absorbed by the vessel, and in an instant, Shenzhou’s aura surged by several degrees.

“Take a few photos first, then you all come up,” Zhang Xingfei decided it was best not to take any unnecessary risks.

“You really are my own little strategist,” Zhang Bin said, planting a kiss on Liu Ruolan’s cheek in praise.

The outer hall of the Foolish Heaven Sect could no longer accommodate the major sects and divine orders, so Tiangua established a new outer sect. Zhang Baiyue became the sect master, Jiang Longling and Lu Tianhuang served as deputy sect masters, and all three concurrently held elder positions in the main sect, under the supervision of the blind old crone.

All combat personnel had retreated behind the inner side of the barricade, assault rifles at the ready, forming a line of fire to resist the encroaching survivors.

“Forget it, then. Come have a drink with me. I’m in a foul mood today.” Wang Hao pulled her into his arms, picked up the wine glass on the table, and pretended to feed her a drink.

As expected by Qingfeng and Hu Bayi, on the third day, shortly after sunrise, the archaeological team located their hotel, with Big Golden Tooth himself leading the way.

The porter led him to Huang Boqiang’s residence and withdrew. Zheng Yong paid his respects to his great-uncle, but there is no need to dwell on the details.

Huo Qi was speechless, but he didn’t bother arguing further with Lei Qingtian. He knew all too well the sharpness of Lei Qingtian’s tongue.

During the days spent on the train, Hu Bayi had sought Qingfeng’s advice on many matters and had seen the various ritual implements stored in the magic pouch.

Of course, whether there were spies from the Changshan Empire or agents from other factions among them was almost a certainty.

Yuan Xiangren suddenly came to his senses. The secret society had existed for so many years; it was finally time for it to play its true role.

Su Yang’s phone vibrated slightly. He glanced at Ye Qingling’s message and paid it no mind. The livestream was merely a stepping stone on his path to becoming a professional player. He certainly couldn’t bail on Hua Qingyue just for a broadcast.

For a moment, the entire city of Qingshan seemed to tremble. Scouts from every major force dashed out, keeping a close watch on the Golden Forge and Breeze Academy, eager to see what plans they were hatching.

After the war between gods and demons, the defeated demon race retreated in dejection to the demon realm. Countless demon warriors discovered that, after hundreds of thousands of years of warfare, their homeland was no longer what it once had been.