Chapter 100: A Single Sword Extinguishes Ten Thousand Corpses

Twilight.

The afterglow of the scorching sun stained the sky a blood-red. The slight drop in temperature compared to the daytime brought no comfort; instead, it cast a heavy shroud of gloom over everything.

By day, the soldiers could still make out the living corpses. But once night fell and the light faded, the corpses’ vision would remain unaffected, while the soldiers would be left completely blind. When that time came, they would truly be like fish on a cutting board, waiting to be slaughtered.

"How many of us are left?"

Chu Jinhui also had a burning look in his eyes, staring intensely at White Head Mountain before him, determined to claim it for himself.

The man shouting channeled his spiritual energy between his abdomen and throat; when he spoke, the energy seemed to ripple out along with his voice.

"Look, Sister Zhi, I knew this scoundrel had no moral character—he’s even flirting with girls in his dreams..." Yang Wangshu sneered as she typed on her keyboard, trying to stir the pot further, only for Cheng Jinyang to snatch the mask away from her.

Although the stench of rotting corpses was gone, the thick, pungent smell of blood mixed with various chemical agents was enough to make Qin Chuan feel physically nauseated.

In truth, he had no memory of it at all. He only recalled performing fancy gymnastics, inexplicably falling asleep midway, waking up to "burn his youth," and finally burning until not a drop of fuel remained.

After the Great Chieftain finished arranging matters regarding the Blood Rock fragments, he turned his attention to another, even more important task.

Qiu Yiming, having become the true power behind the Cloud Mountain Sect, pondered for a moment before saying, "Shadow Cloak, go find the Grand Elder’s son. Even if he’s been smashed to dust, bring every last scrap back to me." Shadow Cloak, whose face wore a smile that didn't reach his cold eyes, departed without a moment's hesitation.

The room was empty, save for a conspicuous and glaring pool of blood on the floor. Was this the work of someone in the imperial palace? Who—who on earth killed her? Unable to find Yu Luo, Qin Ming eventually left the palace, his eyes bloodshot.

Looking at the frail youth standing barely as high as his chest, Steward Liao, though stunned by Shui Moche’s striking appearance, did not succumb to it like the others. He demanded sternly.

Although they knew the King of Qingyun had not been harmed and would surely return, they were unaware that Qing Bai had already come back.

Having been busy day in and day out, Long Feng had truly not had a moment of rest. He took this rare opportunity to steal a moment of leisure and sort through all he had experienced over these past days.

Manipulating the purple beast fire, he surged it upward. In an instant, Xiao Yan’s internal Dou Qi was completely drained. He grabbed a handful of Qi-replenishing pills and, without the slightest hesitation, swallowed them whole.

Choices are made in a single thought; that was why Yang Yi demanded total submission from everyone, going so far as to adopt such an uncompromising stance.

Peng Meng nodded in satisfaction, a faint, imperceptible sneer tugging at the corner of his mouth. How could he possibly reveal his scheme to unleash the remnant souls of ancient monsters?

Yamada Sakurako sat there in silence, not daring to look up, and the entire venue fell quiet. Zhou Ming was completely baffled, staring at them with a look of utter confusion.

Long Feixiong, who had once commanded the winds and clouds, was now being ignored and humiliated. He was so angry his nose crooked; never in his life had he been subjected to such inhumane treatment.

His face was gaunt and long, and his gray beard hung almost to his belly, appearing as if it hadn't been groomed in a very long time.

As Xuan Yuanlu sat down, she braced herself with her left leg and crossed her right over it. This posture fully exposed her beautiful legs, and the pair of black fishnet stockings stretched all the way to the tops of her thighs—a sight that would make any man who saw it burst into a nosebleed.

Lu Xue nodded. She was now debating whether to apologize to the Second Prince, but given her personality, she would rather die than apologize. In the end, Lu Xue finally found an excuse to absolve herself: It was his fault for not telling her, so he deserved it.