Chapter 957: Ten Thousand Corpses Seal the Coffin

The old man in black robes, his cloudy eyes like a hawk's, fixed on Gray Second Master.

The Mo Sect commander remained silent, but the demonic dragon's aura radiating from him was enough to strike fear into the heart.

Elder Xiong's presence was slightly weaker, but he was still a beast cultivator at the late Jin Dan stage, his muscular, blood-soaked flesh resembling a bloodthirsty bear demon.

The atmosphere grew utterly suffocating.

Gray Second Master's scalp prickled; he knew the situation was overwhelming, that his life was no longer his own, and sighed:

Moreover, each replacement slot in the final stage of the competition is a variable! Should we gamble everything and reveal our hand now???

Not only that, but with every step the Lava Destroyer took, it pounded its chest hard, and with each strike by Ronio, new columns of fire erupted from the ground fissures, stretching toward Yous the Spider.

When he reached this point, perhaps due to extreme mental tension, he repeated every sentence twice, gasping for breath rapidly.

Murong Ping retreated swiftly while slashing out waves of sword qi toward the charging Bu Bei Monk, trying to slow him down.

Bao Hu sat down, calmly, allowing Leng Ziquan to take her photo; Leng Ziquan was ecstatic, thinking: with Bao Hu's photo, if I show it to my father and second uncle, both elders will surely agree to let her become my wife.

Hearing Tang Wanying's words, the Dragon and Snake demons both felt their hearts constrict. The next instant, the massive blood bubble, which had been under the Dragon demon's control, was abruptly severed from its connection by Tang Wanying.

"Tianxing, we've reached the designated location, but there are no traces of human activity," Hei Sha called out, maintaining a vigilant posture alongside Weixiao.

One lifetime? This isn't mere scaremongering—the world beyond Qingmu Mountain is full of unknowns, but if danger is known, why go?

Zhang Aiguo, upon hearing Guo Hua's words, patted Guo Hua on the shoulder and replied: "Director Guo! Thank you!" Then he walked out of the interrogation room.

The Phoenix and the Magpie 'Hua' were placed into the central large fish tank; the Phoenix floated serenely and gracefully, gently swaying its brilliant red tail as it curled through the water, regal as a queen among fish; the Magpie 'Hua' was nimble and spirited, perfectly adapted to the tank's aquatic environment.

Ruoxi said nothing, shook her head; commoners have many helpless moments, and nobles do too.

"Hey, Old Hou, we're discussing the matter at hand—your words have strayed far off!" Cheng Pengfei glared, eyes wide with displeasure.

"I can't accept this," Ling Yuqing said firmly. The Fire Spirit Sparrow was far too precious to be compared with even a single Fuyu carving.

As Zhang Yindi's voice came, the three men—old, middle-aged, and young—from the Urban Construction Office all looked up at her, wondering what madness she was about to unleash now.

"This is…?" Ning Zhe knew this place intimately, so much so that he couldn't believe it—wasn't this supposed to be the former site of Fuchen Sect?

Han Shui'er's crying gradually ceased, though faint sobs still lingered. Jing Moxuan lowered his head and pressed his lips against Han Shui'er's cheek.

Xiang Wanqiao didn't want him to worry too much, as he had when he first learned she was pregnant—overly anxious and tense—so she softened her tone to comfort him.

"How did you roast it?" Fu Lao, after a brief silence, perhaps truly resigned, asked Cang Yuan.

Liuhuo said nothing after listening; he strained to drag the giant log's body toward the altar, pulling with all his might. But his injuries were too severe—he had dragged it only five meters before he could move it no further.

Under the twilight, four figures darted across the rooftops of Wutong Alley, while in Jingzhou's Bata Camp, Bas, having spent the day visiting his wife and children in Wutong Alley, lay sound asleep on his cot in the tent, unaware that his queen and crown prince now faced danger.