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Chapter 1080: Slaying

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Did the evil god awaken?!

Looking into that pair of innocent yet sinister eyes, a tremendous shock struck Sister Situ's heart, nearly breaking her mental defenses.

Deep fear surged into his heart, chilling him to the bone.

But Sister Situ was the Grand Elder of Xuanji Valley, a man who had weathered countless storms in his lifetime, and despite this overwhelming shock, he fiercely steadied his spirit, forced himself to calm down, and used his last shred of clear divine awareness to strain his thoughts.

"Just sing one song, let these sisters see how a proper song is sung." The elder had no habit of teasing his students.

The silver needle flew through midair, piercing through the light opening. Instantly, the light retracted rapidly from near to far, finally vanishing around a corner ten feet away.

Young Master, what mindset did you really have when you said that last remark? You clearly want to do it very much, don't you?

"My mother came? Really!" Pu Tianjiao gritted his teeth in anger; he found his mother Yi Xuanyi utterly unreasonable—everything she did was exactly what they didn't want.

The two quickly bowed their hands: "Yes!" Then they leapt onto their horses, raised their blades, and the four thousand elite cavalry, long waiting, surged forward at once.

Immediately after, a black shadow darted in like a ghost, silently gliding around the hanging curtain.

And he merely flicked the ball beneath his foot with a simple pass between the legs, directly bypassing Fascola—a move that in a football match was clearly an insulting gesture.

"Where's Yu Yan! It must be here! I smelled the red dragon's aura!" Xingyao shouted.

Upon seeing Lei Long again, the demon dragon on the ground shuddered, then leapt up with a roar and lunged forward—but was immediately blocked by the Golden Dragon and White Dragon.

"Then I shall return to the embrace of Holy Light, and wait for your defeat." Though knocked to the ground, the knight showed not the slightest sign of surrender.

At that moment, Wen Yilang walked over as if nothing had happened, patted his shoulder, "Why not just appear and help them directly?" He had arrived late—if he'd been there sooner, he would have rushed over.

She needed to first find out who lived in this garden before she could uncover any clues about the black-clad intruders' infiltration.

He waved his hand, and a vast torrent of inner power erupted; the silver needle was flung back by this sudden storm, and with a "whoosh," all of them shot together into the trunks of distant trees.

The enraged master of Haoyue Sect, upon reaching the sky, saw Xia Tian standing there watching like a spectator, and his fury surged like a tidal wave—he let out a thunderous roar and charged forward.

The skull's mouth opened and closed as it whispered softly; a muffled groan came from Young Master Ling, and then the two clusters of soul flames swiftly retreated from his head.

Moreover, ordinary immortals, so long as their Nascent Soul remains intact, can possess another body and be reborn even if their physical form is destroyed—they will not perish.

The man didn't even turn his head, only shifted his body slightly; Xia Yulin kicked empty air and flew past him, plummeting rapidly down into the cave.

Yue Ling extended her two chubby paws and slapped his face twice—then burst into giggles.

I didn't struggle. I closed my eyes, held this posture, felt him, experienced him, unwilling to let go of this scent and warmth. In the darkness, beneath the moon's glow, his breathing blended with the sound of ocean waves crashing on the shore, enfolding my frail body.

To avoid being looked down upon, Yun Qiumeng actually began dancing publicly; though her dance moves were indescribably odd, they earned laughter from the crowd and a large red envelope from Zhongli You.

At a distant street corner, a pristine white Peugeot sedan sat quietly parked; inside, the handsome Asian man wore a smile full of blessing.

He murmured softly, then collapsed to the ground, staring fixedly at his own "guilty" hands, as if he couldn't believe he had done such a thing to Yun Qiumeng.

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