Chapter 201

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Li Da, transformed into the True Demon, possesses eight of the nine transformations and powers of the True Demon Nine Transformations—this is the ultimate secret of the True Demon Nine Transformations.

After hearing his younger brother's explanation, Shen Yu couldn't help but put down the stone in his heart. As long as it wasn't some other reason, he could think carefully about how to deal with Tu Yujing, who was now high in rank and power, holding military authority.

Jiang Chuan also pressured Rong Tang for an answer, coming to Rong Tang himself—his prince was already at his wit's end.

This once-good family had been destroyed like this; the heart truly could not accept it. But no matter how unwilling, there was nothing to be done—they now had no power or influence, and absolutely no ability to resist.

"Wake up! What's your name? Where are you from? If you die, where should I send your corpse?" Yi Er slapped his cheeks, trying to rouse him.

"Such a common name—just based on this name, you can't possibly beat the Longevity Sect," Fat Zong remarked fairly.

The Heavenly Demon Prince was struck straight through the chest, five-colored blood flowing down, faintly revealing a massive heart beating within.

A legend known by people is a legend; a legend unknown by anyone is merely dust in the course of history, utterly meaningless.

If the other party weren't Fu Zhilin, anyone else would have long been thrown three meters away by her.

The man's sharp gaze swept over her slender wrist—her pale skin was reddened in a large patch; his brow twitched slightly.

These buildings were likely extremely sturdy—perhaps even a level-nine earthquake couldn't collapse them.

Although in Shen Herong's understanding, the City Lord treated people with strictness but not cruelty, and from the words just now comforting the disciples in the outer courtyard, he could tell many rumors about the City Lord's harsh nature were baseless gossip—but now Shen Herong needed more than the City Lord's lack of cruelty; he needed his tolerance.

The future heir of Jin Yu City, the celebrated Young Master, had sunk to the point of being treated like a toy—and still being grateful for it?

Ancient evil entities contain many consciousnesses; all beings they devour become part of the malevolent dispersed consciousness, yet among them there must be one strongest—this is a long internal slaughter, gradually merging and absorbing over time until finally forming a single independent consciousness.

About a thousand li from the coastline lies a mysterious invisible boundary, blocking all from advancing further.

"If that's the case, I shall go to Chi Zhu Yu myself." Mo Yiyue, having heard from Daoist Wu Mo that Mu Yuncheng still had hope of regaining his sight, finally felt some relief.

Xie Yeyu knew Lu Kar was above; he originally didn't want to go up, but since Baihe and Wu had already noticed the anomaly, he decided to let it be—fine, he'd go up. It was time to meet this super boss anyway.

If there are no other matters, this year Stephen plans to spend the New Year on Xian Yue, as the Chanda Council will hold a grand celebration.

But I know An Mo City is the center of Xiliang—it connects five cities and is the only route from Xiliang into the Central Plains.

No wonder he hated the Ancestor of Creation so much—he'd finally found hope of ascending again, only to have the Ancestor of Creation smash him to pieces with a few blows; of course he'd hate it.

After firing all the shells, Emily didn't stop—she ordered the helicopter to keep circling the freighter while the machine gunner continuously sprayed downward.

But by now, no one paid him any attention; those who passed by occasionally gave him only a scornful glare.

Yan Liang's forces were numerous enough that even while doing construction work, many stayed in camp all day. Zhang Yan ordered military drills by individual soldiers. Some of the Dark Arrow's training methods and tactics weren't secrets—using them to train soldiers was no harm.

After hearing this, Shen Ping quickly pulled a bottle from the box and placed it on the table. Wang Yiqing reached for it, but Feng Ge snatched it first, holding it and playing with it.

"Could it have been Li Yang's enemies?" Deputy Director Cheng Junzhi suddenly raised this point.

Simon shouldn't have underestimated the water route—not due to negligence, but because the water police had been bribed; otherwise, how could smuggling work? And water ambushes were extremely rare—Simon had unconsciously overlooked it in his thinking.

Seeing Hong Jing laugh so happily, everyone else smiled in understanding too. Though they'd argued before, after the argument, they were still friends—they genuinely rejoiced for Hong Jing.

This man was truly beautiful—not as eerie as Shuang Chi, yet upon closer inspection, he was no less striking than him.

Wu Ji paused, let out a dry laugh, offered a few more congratulations, then turned and returned to his seat.

"She… died? You killed her? You openly killed the Dragon Princess of Fusang?" Though he had watched the Dragon Princess vanish into the night moon, Ta Ye still stared incredulously at Xing Luo, demanding answers.

Nothing in the world can be fully anticipated—this was a major lesson for Su Yang, not because he underestimated his opponent, but because of other reasons.

Leng Xin slashed directly at the Azure Dragon illusion—the red sword qi split the illusion cleanly in two, but Leng Xin was also blasted backward by the explosion's true qi.

"Sixty-five thousand one hundred spirit stones! Young Master Fu, I have only this much spirit stone on me today—if you raise your bid by even one spirit stone, I yield!" Jing Xuan Zhenren had no intention of letting Fu Lifu off—he kept raising.

Perhaps Zi Mo was the prisoner under intense interrogation—everything depended on how Zi Mo's aura handled it.

The siege lasted from day to night; despite everyone's desperate defense, Xia Meng's army never breached the city gates. Outside, corpses piled like mountains, blood flowed like rivers—a scene of earthly hell.

Zi Mo stored the core of the Thousand-Year Petrified Sand Luo Man Snake King in his Qiankun Bag, walked to the cliff's edge, spread his arms, leapt forward like a great roc soaring into the clouds—and plunged into the misty sea.

"The Mediation Hall?" Fei Angxiong turned and waved to the dozen riders waiting below the hill, made a strange gesture, then silently followed the yellow-clad youth into the Nine-Corner Linglong Tower.

Tang Zhihang's words were pure bluff—he knew he couldn't possibly win against this fat bastard, his being underage was nonsense, his half-month stay in juvenile detention was fantasy—how could anyone who slashed someone as a minor get off with only half a month in juvenile detention?