Chapter 1091: Seizing the Master

Shangguan Wang, this old bastard, craves greed most, thirsts for power deepest, and fears death intensely; his longing for immortality runs bone-deep.

He is also, among those present, the Liu Yuhua cultivator easiest for Mo Hua to read, aside from Mr. Tu.

Shangguan Wang cares nothing for the Shangguan clan, for the demon god, for orthodox or demonic paths—he cares only whether he himself may attain eternal life.

Hearing Mo Hua's whisper, Shangguan Wang's heart jolted; he snapped his gaze toward Mo Hua.

"I don't blame you—you've already done enough to uncover these details," Ye Xunhuan said, as if reading the white rose's thoughts, cutting her off directly.

An Miaoyi saw that the opponent's halberd was also formidable, effortlessly countering her move; her delicate brows lifted, her face turned cold, fingers formed a spell, red lips parted, murmuring incantation, then she swung her landscape fan with her right hand—immediately, a stream of water surged forth from the fan.

"Fate is the Dao—can the Dao destroy us?" Wu Cuo looked at the Dragon King.

Just as Sha Gen and Zhi Hu finished speaking, Hu Mengqi appeared in time, carrying many delicious treats.

Su Guyan is no ordinary person—she is a merchant, and a remarkably successful one; moreover, it is said Su Guyan is not merely a merchant—behind her lies an identity that terrifies countless others.

Watching Su Guyan's retreating figure, Ye Xunhuan let out a bitter laugh, then lit himself a cigarette and left.

Slightly revived, Jiang Hai also caught the source of the sound—it was Hu Kaifeng; this was his last-ditch change, for his face suddenly flushed red, and Jiang Hai's control over him weakened—all because that dragon's roar.

Saying this, Li Tianming's palm glowed; the next instant, a flaming rocket shot out.

Chu Tianze's strength is no longer what it was back then—he can now accomplish many things he once could not.

The hand that turned off the light remained suspended in midair; the shirt clung tightly to his body from the motion, the thin fabric utterly failing to conceal his muscles.

Ye Wei matched the others, chasing after them—creating a game of chase, making Ye's father and mother at the dining table laugh with delight.

Watching those glistening, crystal-clear droplets fall from the sky, shattering into mist, he couldn't help but feel a throat-tightening urge.

"Hahahaha, Li Yunmu, don't even think it—you dare speak so boldly? Even if you kill us all, you won't fare any better—the Ghostwood Cotton Powder isn't endless; one day it will run out, and that day will be your death." Luo Honghua raved like a madwoman.

But Hehuan is herself a spirit, let alone a high-rank Spirit King—these demonic energies hold no fear for her; they are merely the aura of her own kind.

Gu Han frowned slightly at the barely breathing Pang Kuan, drew a deep breath, then nodded solemnly: "As long as one bears no murderous intent toward me, Gu Han will spare their life." This was Gu Han's greatest concession.

Though Gu Han nodded at Bi'er's words, he didn't believe them—he had not told Bi'er what he saw that day. So this matter was not simple; moreover, Bi'er's origins—Gu Han suspected they concealed a vast conspiracy.

"You owe me your salary—you'll never repay it in this lifetime. No money? Then take this man: from today, Niu Geng is yours. Niu Geng." Liu Xie snorted.

Bai Yuzhou jumped in fright—a tomb! He had slept beneath that tree just days ago! Eeek~ Just thinking of it sent chills down his spine.

Hehuan walked along the green avenue, admiring the beauty of Sword Saint Mountain—flowers fell in profusion, carpeting the stone steps, when suddenly a light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

And her younger sister Xun'er, upon hearing their father had been detained, grew even more heartbroken, insisting she must join her sister to rescue their father.