Chapter 395: Gratitude to the Demon Emperor, It Makes Sense

After roughly settling the refugees, Zheng Fa simply invited Lord Luo and the others into the Qingmu Sect for a talk.

The Qingmu Sect's mountain gate had been ravaged, leaving everything in ruins; fortunately, cultivators had no shortage of methods, and rebuilding the structures was swift—but the spiritual herbs in the herb garden and the immortal elixirs in the alchemy chamber were all ruined—literally ruined.

Zheng Fa looked at Song, the Sect Master of Qingmu Sect, seated to his right, noting his pale face—he was clearly heartbroken.

In the hall were also Lord Luo, Wu Zhi, and Mingde Shou.

The Yi Zi unit at the western checkpoint had retreated two kilometers back. At that moment, a rapid clatter of footsteps suddenly came from behind her.

The boy lowered his hand, scooped up dirt from the ground, and hurled it at Mu Feng's face. Filthy soil coated Mu Feng's entire body.

Locke turned to look at Hals, who pretended not to see him and went off to the banquet's long tables to find food, showing not a trace of the dignity befitting a marquis.

Li Chunxu ultimately could not suppress his anger; without further words, he ordered his men to act. Suddenly, spiritual energy and force surged through the air before Tianbao Tower, accompanied by shouts, curses, and screams, as blood and flesh rained down and the two sides clashed in fierce combat.

He also reflected that even after his wife's passing, the other half still clung to her memory—likely out of fear that she would be lonely.

Even the carriage beneath his feet showed not the slightest tremor; he had merely used true qi to kill the four horses.

As soon as he entered the great hall, the sounds of clashing blows and battle cries rang out continuously, causing Chen Xiao to raise an eyebrow and immediately scan the surroundings.

Hahaha, strange things are so strange, Dididi new driver. Hahaha, strange things are so strange, Dididi new driver.

Jiang Han and Fan Xinghuo exchanged a glance, then shook their heads at each other, unable to utter another word.

"I'll fight you to the death!" Master Dan could no longer hold back; spurred on by Yan Yuncheng, he lost his reason and began wrestling with the dragon.

"Let's move on!" Seeing the crawler dead, Ye Haoran sheathed his sword—luckily, his sword was a costly treasure, resistant to blood and grime; otherwise, he doubted he'd dare to retract a blade stained with zombie flesh.

"Stop screaming—there's no one for miles around," the man breathed into Lin Nuan Nuan's neck.

But why, after her death, had someone built her a stone tomb? There's a story behind that.

Even if Zheng Yi hadn't left, Lei Aonardo still felt an inexplicable unease—he didn't know why.

Bianzi knew that at home, Lanzi rarely got to eat anything decent—whatever was even slightly good always went to others. Since Lanzi had come to her door today, she must make sure Lanzi ate something before leaving.

It was only then that Lin Yuan realized he'd lost track of time while bathing; he hastily leapt out of the tub, wrapped a towel around himself, and rushed to open the door.

Tong Yaping continued: "This serum was also developed by our chairman—it targets HIV as well—but…" She explained the effects of the soldier serum.

Ji Yun had tried speaking with Ji Man several times, laying bare his heart, only to be met with silence and a faint sorrow that pierced Ji Yun like a knife.

Seeing this, Xiao Chen raised his spear with his right hand, pinning the Phoenix Clan's Fifth Ancestor, and reached out with his left hand straight toward the Chaotic Divine Blade.

"Young Master, ask anything you like—I'll answer without hesitation!" the shopboy said with great enthusiasm, as if asked about his undergarments, he'd gladly tell all.

He realized he was in a pitch-black environment, utterly silent, surrounded only by darkness.

Night was dark, wind howled, not a glimmer of light in sight; the northwesterly wind cut like knives against his face, the temperature minus thirty-three degrees, freezing his heart. The mourning cloth on his head fluttered in the wind, his feet crunched through the snow, leaving behind a trail of footprints that vanished instantly.