Chapter 209: The Whole Family Exterminated, Not a Chicken or Dog Left, Ironclad Evidence, Divine Light Enters the Dream

Wang Yu cannot decide how many Purple Mansion cultivators the Wang family will produce; the only one who can decide is Master Mangxiang.

Therefore, he must be the most loyal young general of Mang, helping Master Mangxiang purge the poison of the Divine Light in the West Sea, proving his loyalty through action.

Cultivating the Dao, cultivating the Dao—the cruelest truths are never told to those just entering the path; this system is akin to luring cultivators in only to kill them slowly.

Those who draw Qi and practice Qi often see only that Foundation Establishment cultivators eat their fill at every meal, failing to see the Foundation Establishment

She simply could not believe Jiang Han would have such good fortune; with such a background, how could any noble Young Master actually take an interest in her?

Su Li's tone was somewhat harsh; Zhou Li gave her an ill-tempered glance, wearing an air of arrogance.

If Tu Yuan acquired it, let alone five hundred million, there might truly be not even fifty million, and they certainly wouldn't help repay the debts; this would surely force them to the brink of ruin.

Wanyu returned home somewhat troubled, seeing that Aunt Ren was still burning incense and offering to the Buddha every day, finding it incomprehensible.

Thus, Cheng Lina and Xu Zhanpeng eliminated everyone on the ferry and safely evacuated Su Li and the others.

As she spoke, she turned and walked away; just as she was about to enter the door, Xia Xingzhi was so angered he could not speak, feeling only that this sister was so disobedient, bent on acting solely according to her own will, caring nothing for the face of the Xia family.

Su Kehan, furious and disheveled, leaned against the elevator door, refusing to let it close; she had come downstairs simply to buy a strap at the nearby lingerie shop, and happened to run into Su Yan coming down, using the opportunity to mock her.

Lu Tingshen was dissatisfied with her polite yet distant attitude, but had no recourse; frowning, he looked at her for a long while before displeasedly withdrawing his hand and letting her leave.

Completely different from the eldest sister's style, which was as passionate and fiery as the summer sun, the second sister's cultivation method was like her martial soul, mysterious and elegant like a three-tailed wind fox, full of swiftness and agility.

In fact, this was Su Ming's doing on purpose; because so many people had come from outside, he deliberately sent someone to roast meat.

Her face was pale, sickly, and ashen, quite unlike the arrogance of Zhining as Bo Wanqiao had expected.

But the Chen Jue of now is a person who possesses the Dragon God Yin-Yang Art; in this aspect, he grows bolder with every battle and can even increase his soul power level.

As if real slabs of meat were splashing down, shaking and falling like rain, the shockwaves from the explosion were swept away and erased by the air currents within the eerie mist, leaving only a scorching will and lingering spirit.

Zhang Qing stepped out to continue presiding; he glanced at Guan Qinglei, who had been beaten half to death by Xixi, and a flash of disgust passed through his eyes.

At the same time, Gu Changshu also noticed the relationship between Chi Chen and Jiang Lizhou; he paused, then slowly made his way to Chi Chen's side and spoke to him.

Her skin and bone structure were both exceptionally superior; even with a bare face, she remained as exquisite as a painting.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and immediately hurried to soothe the emotions of Bai Tao and the receptionist.

Under normal circumstances, a Dual Martial Soul soul master would, after reaching level ninety, directly add a soul ring to the second martial soul.

"It has been a long time since I visited the Empress Dowager; I wonder if you might have time to accompany me to the palace?" Nie Fenghua, seeing his silence, smiled and invited him.

Qing'er's face changed drastically; these three questions were, from a certain perspective, interconnected, and it was clear that the traitor had been carrying out some conspiracy.

Clearly, this imperial mausoleum had deep background; although Long Wei was a Great Protector, he ultimately did not wish to tear off the mask of civility.

The two inside the room did not notice the hushed conversation of the two maids outside the door; or rather, someone had clearly heard it but pretended not to.

Ye Fei saw this typical scene of a bully blocking the road; looking at the three people before him, he did not know what to say.

However, unexpectedly, just as he finished speaking, that true transmission disciple, without a word, suddenly slapped him across the face with a sharp crack.