Chapter 1124: Nurturing the Deadly Omen

With the scar-faced chieftain's head exploded by Mo Hua's Fireball Spell, this filthy bandit stronghold in the Xiao Jieji Zone was utterly wiped clean.

Mo Hua tossed several more fireballs toward the surrounding area.

Deep flames surged skyward, spreading rapidly, burning the entire mountain stronghold, over a hundred corpses, and every sin to ashes.

The firelight blazed into the heavens, stark against the night.

The stench of charred flesh spread on the wind into the mountains.

"Huh? What are you doing? Smiling like an idiot?" Hu Meier said, seeing Tang Yiyan grinning foolishly.

"So it really is the smell of blood—then those Cultivation Sect disciples from the Giant Spirit Sect must be in grave danger," he thought to himself.

Otherwise, how could the Yang family's third branch's fence possibly hold back these greedy men?

Chen Cheng stepped forward, toes lightly tapping the ground, as if some strange force propelled his body.

Tang Yiyan pondered the enormous sea-beast egg and winced—how should he eat it? Steamed, fried, boiled, or pan-seared?

Being a double agent required certain skills; Lu Qiyu was confident neither the Great Qian imperial court nor the cultivation sects suspected his allegiance—otherwise, how could he attend every meeting of the Immortal Alliance, and why would the Great Qian trust his words without doubt?

But Hong Jun did not stop her, indirectly suggesting the Great Disaster of the Wu and Yao might truly be over. The Dao of Heaven no longer needed humanity to endure further trials, and the Wu and Yao clans might not yet exit the grand stage of Honghuang.

Yang Se unleashed the technique "Furious Dance Spin Kill," merging body and blade into one, spinning toward the enemy to slash and cut.

"Look at you, look at you—how can you have such a temper? Look at any politician—do any of them act like this? But if you want to do it, I can give you the chance!" Qin Yue continued.

He probably never knew how his head flew off, but everyone around clearly saw it happen.

At this moment, Ye Chu had no time to care about others—this Heavenly Tribulation's power was simply too terrifying. Even the initial Fire and Thunder Tribulations alone were enough to severely wound an Xuan Immortal, and what came next was unimaginable.

Outside the Star Constellation Array, a hundred-zhang-tall humanoid creature stared in awe at the array before him, erupting with earth-shattering ripples; his words drew nods from all surrounding spirits.

"Which dorm room?" Cao Yue asked, breathless and calm, as he stood on the fourth-floor corridor with Tong Weiwei on his back.

Meanwhile, outside the command tent, Yang Hu and Lei Ming had both strained their ears, listening intently to what Colonel Komoto had to say.

He was not as heroic as Jiang Yixiao claimed—he was severely wounded, captured alive, and handed over to Lady Zeng.

All the police present turned toward one direction: Zhang Meng, the one hiding at the back, least willing to step forward.

She didn't want her roommates to bring up the topic—not out of pride, but because she knew that between her and Cao Yue, such things didn't need counting.

Shi Hao coldly regarded the Rain Wang Fu crowd; his current strength rivaled that of the Divine Flame Realm, and he paid them no mind.

To leave Cao Yue behind, to exit his world—but she wanted to take something with her, to keep his shadow forever in her own world.

Seeing this, Carole's expression turned solemn—she could no longer summon the Six-Winged Angel; the energy she had previously laid here was still insufficient.

She drifted into a drowsy sleep, only to be woken by Jiang Yuanmo's phone call—a single phrase, "I've reached the lobby," jolted her fully awake. She opened her eyes, glanced out the window—indeed, night had fallen; she had slept unconsciously until now.

Thus, Lucy, who had entered the competition solely to win the prize money for rent, was naturally devastated.

Tian Xuanzi, hearing his reply, added: "When you get there, just tell the Shopkeeper you've come to deliver jade—you'll find me." With that, he walked off without even glancing at Bai Yue.

It is said that Guanyin Bodhisattva once encountered Yang Mei the Great Immortal by the South Sea, who gifted him a willow branch, which he then refined into an object of his Dao attainment.

Li Qi Shen seemed to understand why Qiao Muwan had gone to apologize to Xu Li—he showed no reaction, for logically, this act was merely to give Xu Li some closure, so the victim wouldn't feel more oppressed.

But since I'd already come, I had no choice but to walk forward. Jiang Yuanmo was still asleep, his face as pale as paper; even in unconsciousness, his brows were tightly furrowed in pain.

Facing Ming He's thirty-eight thousand Blood Spirits, even Kong Xuan and Lu Ya were flustered, helplessly watching the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords collide with the Chaos Bell, emitting a resounding "Dong!"

"Eyes gunked up his heart," I shrugged—I despised my own taste just as much.

But Cha Laoli's attacks were too fierce; the scattered flame qi still maintained devastating force, striking like blades. Tian Xuanzi felt as if hammered, his internal qi scattering, his throat sweet with blood, a streak of dark blood trickling from his lip.

Those who had been jumping around earlier all fell silent upon seeing this battle report. That Lei Ting's Furious Slash, especially, looked as if he'd been slapped hard—stunned, mouth agape.

Feng Ju arrived and immediately bonded with Si Gu Ya and Chu Chen; the three felt as if they'd met too late, eager to swear brotherhood and become sworn friends of eight vows.

Because Zhang Lei always trained magic with Ye Qingcheng, he understood spell combos well, and privately, he'd clearly practiced them often; her few words just now struck him like a sudden revelation, piercing straight to his core.

Li Chengqing wanted to ask, but remembering Li Ronghua never spoke without reason, he stayed silent and kept listening.

Shen Yinqiu thought: she'd told the steward that morning nothing would happen—how wrong she'd been; staying out all night truly did bring trouble.

Blood splattered onto everyone's faces, scalding like molten iron, while the remaining blood was greedily devoured by the Sen Luo Phantom Sack.

Because this lung-and-heart soup required long simmering, Mu Zhen added the broth to the pot before beginning to wash and chop the vegetables.

"Master said he'd always take care of me and my brother—after all, we have someone to rely on, so we're not afraid. Or is Master lying, just fooling me?" Li Ronghua asked, tilting his head.

"Bullshit! Whether we run or not is our own business. Even if punishment's due, it's our internal matter—what's it got to do with you?" The man known as Wanli Shangshui spoke sharply.

This was her and Yun Tu's shared spoils; though Yun Tu held the right to distribute, she had no say—yet she knew she'd get her share.