Chapter 932: The White Bone Evil Array

Xun Zixian's gaze flickered, and he immediately pressed two fingers together, summoning a white sword light that stabbed toward the white bone stele whose blood runes writhed.

A red glow surfaced on the white bone stele.

The sword light pierced the eerie crimson barrier, held for a moment, then crushed it inch by inch, continuing onward to strike the white bone stele.

A crack split the stele's surface; beneath it, flesh and muscle writhed, while a piercing scream echoed forth.

"Ghost sound?"

Xun Zixian's face

"If you mean those three rude trash, then yeah, I'm the one who beat them," Mu Huiyang replied without looking up, swallowing his spicy sour noodles.

Factors such as the strength of a domain, the power of domain Wu Ji, one's own combat awareness, and various secret arts all determine the strength of battle power.

Gu Xiaoxiao saw her own face in the camera footage—dry, reduced to nothing but skin—and her sunken eyes, devoid of pupils.

Only the two remained; under the dim roadside light, Xia Wanzhu's cheeks glowed faintly pink as Duan Qi lifted her face, leaned down, and gently kissed her.

He hadn't paid much attention at first, thinking Siyue must have bought something again—but why would it be a transfer record? Shouldn't it be a card swipe or cash withdrawal record?

Who in the village doesn't know that working at Mu Huiyang's place is easy and pays well? Only a fool would refuse.

On the battle stage now stood a Tianren tribe expert who had defeated a member of the Mietian Army and was preparing to face his next challenger.

Shen Hanchen listened, then chuckled softly, reaching out to pinch An Xuemo's pouting cheeks.

After the draw was complete, everyone left the area beneath the stage, leaving only those about to compete standing at the stage's edge.

"Father, that red light! Your servant was once injured by the red light emanating from Yun Qingqian!" At that moment, Feng Qingming spoke to the Emperor on the celestial screen.

Qiu Mu's mind flashed back to Han You's repeated warnings last night; he fell silent and chose not to answer.

In this chaotic age, demons and monsters thrive; making things better is exceedingly difficult. Wang Jin had no such ambition to change this world—the system itself had said the world's Dao, its consciousness, was dead. No matter how Wang Jin twisted things, all he needed was for that giant centipede to die, and he could leave this world.

One sentence left Dou Lao speechless: how did the noble families rise? Fundamentally, it was through monopolizing knowledge—only then could they succeed. As for anything else, forget it.

Now that the groundwork is laid, we've pushed aside the national TV station and established cooperation with local stations; next time, the national TV station will be at a disadvantage.

Sometimes there are people who, despite holding a sure-win hand, cling to a bitter spite, deliberately dragging the game into a loss just to prove some hollow point of pride.

"This feeling… is utterly repulsive," Jiossa gasped, his body naturally resistant to light energy, his agitation palpable.

That level of destructive force—if it struck the imperial palace's ground directly—would likely obliterate three-quarters of the royal court!

"This… doesn't even ask what the matter is, just asks what's in it for me…" Chu Yun was speechless. Does this guy do anything as long as the reward is high enough?

Though Ares's eyes were filled with deep, ominous blackness, under the miraculous power of the Third Forbidden Art, Heavenly Song's second layer, his gaze detached from his body and flew far away.

"What I mean is, if you truly want our lives, then we'll use our last ounce of strength to clear out the passage below," Li Te said coolly. Wasn't that clear enough?

Fortunately, the courtyard was large enough, and the plants within blocked the view and sound, so even with such a loud commotion here, those outside could barely hear it.