Chapter 107: At the Drip Water Cave Heaven, the Immortal Sovereign Is Really Watching You (1.05W, Monthly Votes, Monthly Votes, Month

Demonic beasts sound terrifying, but in truth, they are even more terrifying than they sound.

Depending on species and innate disposition, weaker demonic beasts might be so feeble as to be unimaginable—for instance, some can only use one spell and have flesh so weak they hold no value for refining Essence-Blood Elixirs, yet still produce the seventh-rank spiritual material, Beimu Pearls.

Some demonic beasts are ferocious beyond measure, like the human-faced serpent charging toward him now—its strength is great enough to shatter Yulou’s spiritual belt within two hundred strikes.

They murmured incantations, as if reciting ancient spells, welcoming the thing emerging from the blood-red vortex in the sky.

In fact, the ingredients had already been prepared for her; the Qingxin Immortal’s role was merely to reorganize them and arrange their quantities according to her own preferences.

This was because he had long served under his battalion commander, General Sakamoto Masamichi, absorbing his teachings deeply and being profoundly influenced by the Confucian-Mencian doctrine of the Mean… one’s depth of strategy must not be too shallow, lest it harm one’s official career.

If online duels result in too many solo kills, even if Wang Kai is exceptionally strong, there is nothing he can do.

But they had already charged forward; they were now trapped on a tiger’s back—retreating now would mean certain death anyway.

Luoluo said nothing. She could not speak. Leaving her homeland was the greatest sorrow of a princess sent in marriage—no matter whether she had once loved Li Heng, from this moment on, he would become a loved one she cherished in her heart.

If a player has been offline for nearly twenty seconds, aside from farming in their own jungle, they are very likely invading the enemy jungle.

“By the way, you haven’t seen this secret passage yet. Come on, let’s go ahead and see what’s going on—it feels strange.” Ao Jin shook his head.

“Ying, do you think Sister will blame me?” Kong Zhixuan asked Ying, gazing at Han Lianyi.

Yet as the silence dragged on without any action, the candy-hawker suddenly understood: those who shouted were safe, but those who stayed silent had already been scanned by the guards’ icy, murderous gazes. Instantly, he shouted even more enthusiastically, louder than ever before.

Wang Hao had already learned this in recent days, and just now, the middle-aged man presiding over the Dragon-Tiger Banquet had explicitly explained these rules.

Seeing Li Kui in Mengzhou was like encountering an old friend in a foreign land; seeing him kneel and apologize, Wang knew he had understood the full truth, and was greatly pleased.

Gao Qiu stared at Gao Yanei’s corpse, his heart pierced like a knife. He recalled Wu Song’s terrifying, awe-inspiring strike—had it not been for Lin Chong’s intervention, he would already be dead. His body trembled slightly; he glanced at Lin Chong, ready to speak words of gratitude.

Thinking of this, he burst into loud laughter, halted his steps, and waited to see how these people would deal with the lecher.

At that moment, in a villa somewhere in City B, an old man in a bathrobe suddenly sensed something, a flicker of killing intent passing through his eyes.

The black smoke in the sky finally could not withstand the simultaneous assault of the three holy lights—it shattered like fireworks, scattering across the heavens.

“Elder Brother Erlang is so naughty—he walks into the room and heads straight for the bathroom. Are you asking our four sisters to bathe you?” Feifei smiled, lips pursed, eyes glinting with a teasing, half-amused look—encouraging, yet mocking—making Wu Song’s heart sway and his spirit tremble.

Could it be that, at this final moment of life and death, he finally realized he cared more for Xiao Xiao after all?

Chen Zui took the paper drawn by Qiu Lian and began from the beginning. Chen Xudong listened intently, occasionally interrupting Chen Zui to voice his own opinions.

When he pushed open the window, he saw how high above the ground they were; if the madam had been so disheveled on the high shelf, she could not have jumped out the window. Wu Song searched the room thoroughly but found no trace of the madam—the chest holding the gold remained.

“Yuner, long time no see.” Liu Yihan smiled at Lin Yuner, who seemed momentarily stunned. His words snapped her back to reality; she looked at Liu Yihan, but for a moment, she did not know what to say.