Volume 1, Chapter 37: A Bunch of Village Women!

At the same time, countless cyan filaments of varying thickness condensed densely within the body of the Li-Dragon Sword Infant, resembling a network of blood vessels. Streams of blood essence, vitality, and spiritual energy poured continuously into these filaments.

Da Niu gave a thumbs-up in praise, his face beaming so brightly that his eyes were nearly hidden by his crinkling skin.

"The Sect Master is just over there; you may proceed," the Elder of Scripture Transmission said. Having finished, he turned and stepped away, vanishing instantly.

For days, Meng Meng had not been idle. After surveying the entire island’s topography, he had begun the work of arranging the island's formations.

As for Yelu Hongxuan, Black Robe felt none of the mutual appreciation that Ling Tian had shown, and thus, he struck without the slightest mercy.

One does not strike a smiling face, so I could only offer a hypocritical smile and say, "No problem, just wait." In my heart, however, I was sneering—wait indeed, wait for ten thousand years. Hmph.

He couldn't help but sigh. In the pool, there were roughly over a billion drops, all of which were souls he had absorbed from the collapse of the six forbidden zones and the Heaven-Suppressing Sect. There were also those obtained by destroying the experts who had intruded after he triggered the heavenly tribulation not long ago. When the system underwent its changes, it had automatically refined them into source liquid.

Beneath the singing, a powerful and grave demonic aura gathered, as if an ancient demon had awakened to destroy all living things in the world.

I was dumbfounded. It turned out that after Uncle Five had been bragging for so long, he didn't even know how to break this mechanism himself.

Once, Xia Che had told her that giving up one's life under any circumstances was the act of a coward; no matter what happened, one must prioritize their own life above all else.

Guan Chenji looked at Gu Meng’s anger and tightened his grip on her hand, as if to offer her strength, before turning his gaze toward Feng Batian.

"It makes no sense for the main chamber of an ancient tomb to be this quiet," Song Ximing said, his voice filled with concern.

Originally, he had a strong dislike for Li Guolin because of his connection to Ye Chen, who might have been his father. Now, facing Li's aggressive posturing, he was naturally displeased.

She couldn't help but take a step forward, only to realize she had already entered the coverage of the formation.

Ling Jing glanced at the guard, said nothing more, and pulled Li Wuxin’s hand as they walked out of the palace.

"I thought you would call me eventually," Yu Youjia said, asking nothing, his voice laced with a smile.

Fan Shuiqing thought for a moment, shook her head, and said nothing more. There was really nothing to discuss; everything depended on the results. If it truly didn't work out, they would simply have to let Wang Tian go.

"At that time, Changyi was not the Demon Lord," Bai Nianli remarked. He had guessed back then that it was someone of high status in the Demon Realm, but he had no way of knowing who exactly. Now, it seemed it was undoubtedly Changyi.

"Wait, let me think again." Chu Xuan stared at the chessboard before him, feeling more and more at a loss. No matter where he placed his piece, it seemed certain that he would lose.

The three streaks of seven-colored light that had been hovering before Ye Han, descending as he fell, suddenly landed upon him just as the ten fire dragons were within a yard of his reach, causing his entire body to erupt in brilliant golden light.

However, these thoughts merely flashed through Shangguan Tianlei’s mind for an instant before vanishing.

Hahahaha! The group burst into laughter, though the laughter seemed to carry a hint of gloom.

The energy was intensely manic and scorching; as its momentum rose, the surrounding air seemed to be incinerated, and the temperature climbed rapidly.

The few disciples of the Corpse Puppet Tomb who had been trailing behind felt the chilling aura washing over them and could not help but shriek. Each of them desperately invoked secret techniques and swallowed medicinal pills, burning their potential, wishing only that their parents had given them an extra pair of legs.

Li Fei, Hu Ling’er, Lü Yufen, and Wang Yinghai arrived at the Capital International Airport, passed through security, and sat in the passenger lounge to wait for their flight.

A three-zhang long blade glow manifested in the air, incredibly condensed, as if a true giant's battle sword had slashed down from the sky.

Po Tian’s axe felled orc monsters one by one with every swing, and they continued to perish beneath his blade.

"Greetings, Senior. I have just ascended to the Immortal Realm and wish to apply for residency in Tianqi City. May I ask if you are in charge of this?" She bowed respectfully and asked.

She took me to several hospitals, but they couldn't find anything. The doctors were quite nice, though, telling my mother that I was just under too much pressure from my studies and that I would be fine if I just got some good rest.

Following the roar, the entire Hatred Legion on the ground began to stir. They accelerated toward the position of the Rebel’s Scythe. A few of the more intelligent ones had already raised their heads, their jaws aimed at the flying Golden Vampire, ready at any moment to snare the airborne creature.

The space contracted for a moment, and a dazzling golden light shone forth. Accompanying the golden light was a massive figure, tall, strong, and brimming with a violent aura.

Thinking of how his master was now, compared to how unbearable he had been when he first entered the path, the stark contrast truly made one lament the irony of fate.

"Aoo!" The Grass-Vine Snake Demons, struck by the successive attacks, let out a simultaneous roar and violently whipped their arms. Instantly, dozens of emerald-green vines appeared in the sky, striking directly at Lin Fan.

Because, back when he was still an egg, it was Lin Fei who had taken him away from the Yuanwu World and into the outside world, and later, had tried every possible means to hatch him.

Ye Chen’s heart tightened, and a flash of hesitation crossed his eyes. He avoided Cheng An’ya’s gaze, not daring to look into her overly bright eyes, lest he blurt out the question: Did you ever love me?