Chapter 1133: The Great Feast of Carnage

Master Wu tore out his own heart and died.

The wolf-head xun broke its melody; the surrounding "wolf-men," deprived of Master Wu's control, rapidly regressed in flesh and skin, reverting to human form, collapsing scattered across the ground.

Mo Hua stared at Elder Zhao—still that pale, painterly face, still those clear, innocent eyes—but they sent a faint chill through Elder Zhao's heart.

And at the same time, Elder Zhao understood Mo Hua's meaning.

Mo Hua was telling him to kill.

Within the pearl, clouds and mist swirled, stars glittered, and nine auspicious dragons darted through the sea of clouds and stars, appearing extraordinarily animated.

Lin Yue's livestream was one he often visited; he originally followed her simply because he thought she was clean and pretty, quite adorable.

Although the Three Xiao had long known Chang Feng's cultivation method was unusual, to speak so bluntly would surely anger their master.

"I don't know, oppa—this should be up to you, right? The shoot's supposed to take place in Gyeonggi-do," Lin Danni shook her head. Wouldn't the progress of filming depend on the actors' performances?

Liang Yan thought for just a moment, then raised his hand and formed a seal; the Purple Thunder Heavenly Sound Sword surged forth, slashing toward the stone wall Wu Xin had indicated.

Sun Wukong's address, combined with such a flippant gesture, naturally further displeased Li Jing.

If you were to bind him beside you and teach him trivial skills, you'd only mislead the young and delay the rise of a legendary martial hero unmatched in history.

"By then, she might even be worse than us—just see where she'll put her face," Chen Jiao crossed her arms, tilting her chin slightly upward, looking utterly confident.

The key is that the Dark Abyss Black Dragon, as an external avatar, housed a portion of her Primordial Spirit; now that the avatar has been consumed by black flame, she has permanently lost that portion of her Primordial Spirit—though not enough to cripple her, it is still a massive depletion.

Chang Feng knew clearly within his heart that Tong Tian's desperate gamble was very likely due to his own existence.

Thunder roared furiously: "Get out of the way, get out, make way, make way..." In a frenzy, he punched forward, sending over a dozen Vant new recruits flying.

This battlefield had become entirely dominated by Roa, with Magellan as auxiliary; Magellan's poison had little effect on Kaido, at most numbing his senses slightly and slowing his speed a bit.

Bobukat sneered: "Impossible—you declared to everyone that I am the strongest, so I must treat you well, hahaha." Once the psychological shadow Castel had cast upon him for so long was lifted, Bobukat nearly became a madman.

After all, the silver she earned wasn't hers—it belonged to the behind-the-scenes owner of Tianxiang Pavilion; she was merely a dog sent out to bite. Spending someone else's money, Ru Niang wouldn't feel the least pity.

Chu Yang went through each painting one by one, the images hazy and obscure, their mysteries hard to decipher; eventually, together with Elder Sun and the others, they jointly contemplated and deconstructed them, greatly accelerating their progress.

Lü Meng didn't know why Yang Xi had kept him here to chat idly, but Yang Xi inquired after his health.

Seeing the ambush fail, Li Cunzhi kicked open the door and stormed in with his men. He needn't have personally intervened in this operation, but three Pojun had died during prior reconnaissance; for him, if a member of his own family was killed, the killer must pay—the iron law he lived by.

At the same time, after their brief exchange and retreat, Xiao Feng and Nangong Hong nearly arrived at their side simultaneously.

After sighing, Qin Xu forced himself to snap out of it, staring unblinkingly at the night outside the car window, lost in thought.

Looking at the koi he had struggled so hard to haul up, Qin Xu forgot about fishing.

Then came a series of gurgling sounds, lasting roughly three seconds, as the avatar rapidly withered and collapsed, reverting into a lump of soft mud.