Chapter 1152

"Brother Da Hu and the others..."

Thinking of all the little moments they'd shared since childhood—walking the streets, watching operas, chatting endlessly;

Thinking of how those three brothers stole the elder's brocade rooster, roasted it, and brought it to him to eat;

Thinking of how Brother Da Hu and the others protected him in fights with others;

Thinking of how those three children, burdened by the burden of life, went hunting demons on Great Heishan for the first time, and came home drenched in blood...

Mo Hua felt a warmth in his heart, and a pang of bitterness.

Mo Yu, seeing this, his gaze flickered, his face instantly brightening with delight; with his perception of energy, he too sensed a change in this trial—the power of this trial tower would soon fail, and the mental trials trapping Mei Sifeier and the others would vanish along with it.

Su Erya never dreamed that her younger sister's arrival would not only easily free her from her marriage, but also redeem her, lifting the heavy stone of being childless so she'd no longer be mocked at will.

The main household had never truly wanted Su Wuya to enter a ghost marriage; it was that old hag Wang Chunhua who stubbornly insisted the Tong family take her—but now that things had turned out this way, the Tong steward was even less willing to arrange a ghost marriage with the Su family.

Li Sicheng said nothing; his phone received a message. He pulled it out, glanced at it, and narrowed his eyes.

Sharp attacks once again filled the sky; the ruins' gate erupted in blinding white light, unleashing waves of destructive energy that slammed in all directions.

The middle-aged man in the white robe merely smiled faintly; he felt no aversion toward the cultivators from the outside world—after all, their world had been utterly destroyed, and nothing mattered anymore.

"Give these three folding fans to Qi Feng, and have him refine them with additional materials," Fan Wu instructed.

"Sssss—" White smoke rose from the headless yin spirit; its soul-body trembled violently, slowly dissolving into the air.

"Bullshit! Zhao's brother's Lei Ting power is only slightly suppressed by the blood-red demonic qi—how could he possibly fall into the demonic path!" Pan Long's face darkened instantly, and he roared loudly.

Even with the arena's protective array, the giant stones had been carved with a deep groove, like a brutal wound.

"What happened?" Hai Muyang saw Du Yanhang's expression and knew he'd encountered something extremely dangerous; he asked immediately.

Perhaps his comfort finally took effect—Tang Youran's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed in her sleep.

Aura sighed quietly—who was to blame for his own blindness at the start, provoking this demon? Otherwise, he wouldn't have caught a cold in the rain, his spiky hair wouldn't have drawn a mysterious gang, and Suodier would never have grown so powerful.

"Shi, Zhi, Jiang?" Qi Muxue frowned, fixing Du Yanhang with a wary gaze, her expression clearly showing displeasure.

Wu Yong finally stopped laughing: "Yeah, after coming to China, we live in houses this huge—but this place is so empty. For the sake of some noise, how about I marry ten thousand wives?"

And there was something else that puzzled Mu Yi: before this battle, the martial world had heard not a single rumor—as if nothing had happened at all. Only the Green Robe Butcher could have suppressed this incident so completely, leaving not a whisper behind.

Hua Xiong, shocked, kept exerting force to control his great blade—when suddenly, the immense power vanished entirely, and the tiger-headed greatsword lurched forward, slicing empty air, then plunged two feet deep into the hard loess earth.

Tan Ke agreed, sneered at Dayintaa, and turned toward the Bordered Yellow Banner troops, selecting two hundred elite White Armor soldiers. The White Armor elite formed their battle array and marched eastward.

Since only he and the envoy were together now, listening to her wouldn't hurt—so long as she didn't leak it, it wouldn't affect him at all.