Chapter 1143: Young Master Shi

Seeing the blood-colored Immortal Seal of Fate within Shi Young Master's palace of destiny, Mo Hua's gaze sharpened, his thoughts racing.

The demonic Immortal Seal of Undeath is famed alongside the orthodox Life-Extending Seal, a talisman used to protect the direct-line prodigies.

Only demonic ancestors above the Void-Dwelling Realm, nearing the end of their lifespan and with no hope of advancing their Dao, can condense it by drawing upon the demonic primordial source.

Until now, Mo Hua had seen many Life-Extending Seals, even shattered some with his own hands.

Sword light flared in all directions; two powerful sword forces clashed, forcing Fujiwara to feign retreat, then leapt into the air and descended like a spear toward Kafu's head, slashing down with brutal force.

So Mo Lishang took the opportunity to invite Yu Chen; Mo Lishang knew well that this enemy posed no threat to Yu Chen and his group, which is why he dared to bring him along—otherwise, given their relationship, he would never have let Yu Chen be in danger.

At this moment, Jiang Chen, his entire body drenched in crimson blood, looked like a bloodied corpse, terrifying to behold.

After Leng Huaxuan left, the estate gradually fell into disrepair, lacking any true master.

Jiao'er rubbed her smooth forehead, pulled up some data on her SkyNet, scanned the information at a glance with her brilliant intellect, and continued speaking.

"I suppose you're Yu Long, the strongest of the Yu family?" Yu Chen didn't back down, smiling coolly; as they spoke casually, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted.

"Tian Yi, you 'acquired' this identity token, so technically you should get one—but considering you've just joined Tianyun Mountain and still need to train your cultivation, I won't give it to you. Besides, entering Qipo City requires a strength verification; going there now would be too dangerous." After Beard finished speaking, Scar apologized to Tian Yi.

After imprinting his spatial mark in the Maternal Realm he named, Tian Yi regained his cheerful mood. But as soon as he entered Yuan Zero Space, he was forced to halt again—his sense of danger intensified sharply.

"It's good you understand, but it's a pity it's too late—you just scolded me harshly, and I really feel wronged." Shen Yun'er puckered her delicate nose, sounding wounded.

If the world's greatest tyrant, Huo Wu Liuyan, or the newly risen Luoxia were here, their kill counts wouldn't be much lower than mine.

"So, how do you plan to block this?" As Jiraiya's Sage Mode prepared to activate, Jue asked again.

"You'll die a miserable death! The Qi clan won't let you go!" Qi Fei's bodyguard, realizing both his companions were dead, gave up fleeing.

The most painful thing in the world isn't being separated by ten thousand li—it's having the meat right at your mouth but being unable to take a single bite; that feeling is unbearable.

He held a kitchen knife, hunched over, and swung it lightly—yet a blade of light shot forth, rendering even the Azure Dragon transformed into a divine dragon powerless; its scales shattered, blood gushed, and its hundred-meter-long azure body was carved with deep, horrifying wounds.

After hanging up the call, Yang Tian stepped outside, wandered around, spotted a bank on the street, went in to check his balance, and was slightly stunned—the checking account held over thirty million; he remembered transferring most of his money to Tianxing Group, so he shouldn't have had that much left.

In the brightly lit conference room, every chair was filled; Wen Jing and Fortress Ji sat to one side, watching Chang Fei with keen interest.

With so many strong experts present, he figured he couldn't escape, so he pretended calmness to play this act.

An old man from the Heavenly God Palace, at this moment, eyes red and face filled with grief, spoke—anyone seeing him would think he was about to fight Su Mu to the death.

In his furious rage, Po Lang's divine energy surged wildly as he prepared to kill the messenger.