Chapter 390: The Demon Emperor

The Great Freedom Demon Emperor, clad in a silver robe, gazed at the dimmed Jade Seal before him; his bald head made him look… oddly amusing.

The coronation ceremony was complete; the Ten Thousand Demons Banner in his hand pulsed with a mighty aura, and Wu Zhi, upon seeing it, could not help but feel wary.

But looking again at the Great Freedom Demon Emperor, one could not help but feel pity:

For the Demon Emperor's Dao Fruit… it was lame.

"Zheng Fa…"

The Great Freedom Demon Emperor murmured softly, his voice

At this moment, over a hundred Hu Fa of the Water Leaf Sect appeared before Pan Yuhong; though they feared Kong Ji, they felt no fear toward Pan Yuhong—even though he stood beside Kong Ji, as Hu Fa of the Water Leaf Sect, they still possessed this much presence.

A mysterious soul suddenly manifested, forming a black flash that wildly encircled Ye Fantian's body.

To be threatened like that with a nail clipper—how unlucky! He wanted nothing more than to capture her and enforce family discipline; if this got out, how could he ever show his face again?

Thinking of it, he was filled with rage; staring at the revolting face before him, he longed to smash it with a punch—but he merely clenched his fists, doing nothing.

Between intelligent people, no words were needed; Qing Hong understood his intent, fell silent, took Qing Hong's hand, and personally led her into the phoenix palanquin.

At that moment, Wan Hongchen and the old man rushed over like the wind; seeing Wan Qingyu unconscious in Qing Hong's arms, their expressions were grim—they knew her condition all too well.

He had remained silent all along; this must have hurt him deeply… but I've suppressed myself for too long.

"Hahahahaha!" A silver-bell laugh, like celestial music lingering for three feet, shattered the suffocating atmosphere; Qin Jueyang collapsed like a pile of mud, his face pale, unable to recover from the emotional shock for a long time.

Gu Chunqiu trembled violently upon hearing this, hardly believing his eyes; he stared again—yes, the immortal master had personally brought two bottles of Lao Longkou baijiu for him. Though he cared nothing for even the most expensive liquor, these two bottles filled him with awe and overwhelming emotion.

He clearly hadn't expected to meet me; he paused slightly, then immediately withdrew his gaze.

After glancing at the demonic beings below, their eyes filled with shock and longing, Bei Ming Changfeng suddenly swept his right hand.

"Come, come!" Weifeng Zhenzhen slept on, unaware of it all—but Xuan Pu'er heard it with perfect clarity.

As for the black power formed by the demon blade, it was now entirely sealed outside a circle far larger than the previous wind wall.

This man was none other than the Daoist priest hired by Dong's wife when she became pregnant; in the courtyard of Dong's grandmother, with the grandmother herself arranging it, Dong's wife had finally become intimate with the priest, conceiving Zong Ge.

Sitting in the carriage, thinking that after a year, he could finally return to the capital, Lin Youning felt as if in a dream—his whole life seemed a dream, filled with sorrow, pain, and disappointment, yet real enough to tell him this was no dream: in this life, he had found his own happiness and his own family.

The servants in the hall went about their own business; this reaction left Princess Yuanhua embarrassed, making her feel even the servants of the Marquis House looked down on her—how could she possibly stay? Not to mention visiting the paralyzed old lady—she turned and stormed out in anger.

The Killing Saint could only evade Xie Qifeng's sword by relying on his sect's peerless body technique, barely dodging each strike.

She was stripped of her status, and the Qi family obtained all those things they had never dared to dream of—and from that, everything today arose.

After carefully reviewing both their memories, Liu Zining frowned; indeed, the Sky City was no easy place to breach—almost all its inhabitants were cultivators, and for reasons unknown, they could neither ascend nor live as long as the cultivators of the Star-Moon Continent.