Chapter 136: Annihilation Realm! Slaying the Demon God (Combined)

He’s a dangerous one.

Beneath a sheet of ice-covered rock on the Spine of the North, the young dragon’s body had merged with the surrounding snow; under its deliberate concealment, its skin and scales had become nearly indistinguishable in color from the ice.

One can only say there are advantages to being small—adult great dragons simply couldn’t hide in such conditions.

But the young dragon could only conceal itself in snow, benefiting from an extra camouflage bonus; other terrains—

As Gu Tianpeng had said, he was connected to the palace mistress, so in a place like this, Gu Tianpeng possessing some astonishing trump card was not at all unimaginable.

Consort Cai slapped Bai Qingting across the face; the sharp crack silenced every hidden thought in the room.

Although Li Xuan had not yet bought a car, he had come this time with his agent Xia Banqing’s vehicle, and now he walked to the roadside to retrieve it.

Cao Zhengchun possessed a newly refined cultivation method, modified by heaven and earth—or rather, one that had filled in the missing parts of the original technique—its correct and complete cultivation stages ensuring he could never again stray onto a false path.

In the deep palace, most people struggled to survive between life and death; no one paid attention to the faces that passed before them daily, nor did they feel the emotions those faces held toward them.

Whenever he imagined the men below, whom he had personally ordered shot dead—Li Huaichen—if they truly were Li Yangshu, his heart felt as if carved by a blade.

Looking at these willows, Yang He nodded; they were a vital defense against river erosion, highly effective at protecting the embankment.

“Hmph!” Chen Xing grunted, saying nothing—clearly unwilling to accept Lü Bu’s olive branch.

Fortunately, Li Xuan had always maintained good physical fitness; though he certainly lacked any talent for soccer, he was still significantly stronger than most people, capable of displaying impressive movement and ability.

“Don’t go over,” Qing Xuan said, blocking her as she was pushed back yet charged forward again.

The tense, exciting Tuesday vanished in a blink; Ye Miao had already grown fond of Class One’s large group. The teachers were all kind, deeply knowledgeable, exceptionally diligent with students, and explained lessons with great care.

He was military-born and privately believed any man who charged into battlefire was truly courageous.

Facing the fireball hurtling toward him, Luo Tianhuan swung his laser sword, slicing it cleanly in two.

When I appeared at Furong Water Pavilion, silence suddenly fell around me—even the sound that had been pounding against my heart, steady and painful, ceased at once.

After leaving the tavern, Song Shi glanced around and spotted the fortune-teller’s stall with its sign reading “Iron Mouth Straight Judgment,” but dared not approach, fearing the Prince of Qi had sent someone to follow him.

Lu Shiyu didn’t know how long he had waited; it felt like only an instant, yet also as if several springs and autumns had passed.

After Lu Shiyu was adopted by Uncle Lu Er, Lu Xinglin grew to hate this brother he had never met, often bullying him at school.

Tom was after all his grandson, yet Yu You never imagined he had sunk so far into madness.

A Sheng had no choice but to accept Xu Rong, even taking him along when he went with Cao Cao to Yuan Shao’s camp to discuss the Imperial Seal.

Blood dripped steadily from his arm; had Luo Tianhuan not fully blocked that blow, his body would have been split in two like the ground behind him. Even with full defense, Luo Tianhuan lost a sliver of health—and worse, his system’s Life Potion and Stamina Potion stocks were both zero.

So usually Wu Yu only came over to trade artifacts or similar trinkets for silver, just to join the crowd and broaden his horizons.

The campus beauty’s desk partner had already checked in and was preparing to take her luggage to the dormitory building.

In moments, the crowd saw thick streams of milky-white smoke gushing from the Divine Wood King Cauldron, flowing like water through gaps in grass, wood, and stone.

Uh… more accurately, though he stood a tall one-eighty, his face was childishly round, not matching his height, with just a touch of perfectly placed baby fat.

I had thought he avoided me to escape her, but I never imagined he was truly preparing to propose.

The central army general she had kicked down groaned on the ground for a long while; no one helped him, so he rose on his own, clutching his waist, then climbed back onto the arena—but this time he said nothing, keeping a greater distance from Hua Mulan.

So after class ended, the students in the classroom surged out en masse, racing eagerly toward the cafeteria.

Cao Ang knew he couldn’t continue this topic; if he did, who knew what tricks his father might pull.

Now, one phone call, a few exchanges—all confirmed it without exception. An Xinrong was deeply disappointed.

Zhang Erbo paused, clearly baffled: how could any man, knowing his head was turning green, be so happy—even invite drinks?

Blinking away the mist in her eyes, Chu Luoxi finally made out the words on the paper: he had already ordered the meal; the hotel would prepare and keep it warm, and she was to call the staff once awake to deliver it.

“Ugly?” Duanmu Hao’s hand on Han Jingxuan’s waist tightened involuntarily—he didn’t even realize his own fear.

That white was flawless, sacred, so pure it stirred not a single impure thought.

“So they were indeed acting on someone’s orders? Can you think of who?” Xiong Ruiyi had confirmed his suspicion; after subduing those men last night, he had felt something was off.

Lin Su lowered her head in silence, wiping her tears with a handkerchief, avoiding Shi Yue’s hand.

Hearing this, Mo You and Luo Zhi’s expressions changed instantly; the Grand Elder had entrusted the victor’s punishment to a disciple—youths, full of blood and vigor, might demand anything. If it went too far, they might offend Qi Hao; Qingfeng Sect still needed him to resume alchemy work urgently.

After the deal was settled, Xing drove off in her own car; as for me, of course, I went on a date with my brother.

As soon as the words left her lips, Wan Ningzhu executed a perfect gymnastic move, leaping gracefully onto the top of the giant octopus’s tentacle and using the momentum to climb upward toward its head.

“Jingxuan, I really miss you.” After silence, another line struck like a blow to the heart—hard to believe it came from Duanmu Hao. Was this still Duanmu Hao?

Because the movie didn’t have any named techniques, most moves were ambiguous, leaving everything to the audience’s imagination.

I naturally understood his meaning, and inwardly I couldn’t help but regret it—asking that question felt far too premature.

Several years ago, the Immortal Alliance fought a great battle against the Outer Realm Demons, clashing with the Demon Lord Xuwu’s army at the Valley of the Heavenly River.