Chapter 105

The brute had once been a black-market fighter under Dragon Lord, and his life had once been spared by Black Dragon—there must be some story between these two.

Since they're just players, there's nothing worth worrying about; Lingyun still had this much confidence. The top priority now was still entering Huoyu Mountain to find the materials needed to repair the Cursed Set.

After asking about the matters he cared about, Fei Rong finally let go of Qi En's genitals. Qi En exhaled deeply, having thought they had sneaked in to interrogate him under the nose of the Spiritual Enforcement Department's director—but instead, after asking their questions… uh, they just dragged him away.

Yet Lin Tianfan felt no fear whatsoever, for in his subconscious, the massive figure before him was not a Norman warrior at all—it was Tanikawa Mako.

Yet even more surprising to her was the staggering blood-demon aura emanating from Ye Feng.

As Lu Bingxuan's hands climbed onto Song Zheng's shoulders, excruciating pain forced him to instinctively clutch his lower abdomen; unable to breathe, he seized Song Zheng's wrist, trying to pry his hand loose.

"This envoy has heard that Your Majesty's Jiangshan is a painting come to life, its scenery beyond compare—might I be granted a visit?" Chen Zilong's return visit to the Mughal Empire carried a secret mission: to cooperate with the Military Intelligence Bureau in gathering Mughal military intelligence, surveying terrain, and collecting intelligence on various tribes, so the Bureau could divide, weaken, and defeat them one by one.

The Pure Yang Sect's strength should not have been this weak, but the younger generation's Ling Sha and Du Gu Wu were both away searching for Flame Essence, separated from the main force. Qin Yi and Mu Jian were elites among the younger generation, holding Spiritual Xuan Eighth and Seventh Reaches respectively—but against a Spiritual King, they were utterly powerless.

The two sources of Bingxin's power merged into one, their identical spiritual energy converging into a vast lake, becoming the surging Bingxin spiritual force within Xiao Luo's body.

Ma Men startled and turned back; Luo Xuan seized his chest with one palm. Instantly, a long crimson vein spurted from the Demon King's mouth as he hurtled toward the great furnace above. Luo Xuan followed close behind, rolling up his sleeve; the muscle fibers on his arm turned instantly transparent, revealing a segment of Qiankun Steel Bone glowing with swirling inner light.

The eight deities within the formation, seeing her stubbornly blocking the front, all halted their fighting, glancing at each other—no one dared move again.

Me: Of course—after the lesson from Yan Ke's divine couple, Yinchuan must surely understand her brother's nature. How could she still be fooled?

"Do you like Jiang Li?" Jiang Li's mother didn't say any polite formalities or make any preliminaries—she directly asked Chu Aotian.

She couldn't guarantee how she'd face her life afterward. What would happen to her mother if she left? She had been the one to keep her alive in this world—but now she was the one leaving first.

At this moment, in the Lian household, Pei Jun paid no heed to the pressure emanating from Lian Qitai—he sat like a sovereign, utterly at ease.

"I've changed my opinion of you." Ge Yihan's words sounded simple and plain, yet carried profound meaning—it was an acknowledgment of Li Jing'er.

As for Liang Yimo, whether he'd gone mad or not, he actually agreed to bring him to meet them after school resumed.

But the surroundings were eerily silent—not a sound, not even the usual ripple of water. Every time she opened her mouth, countless droplets flooded in. Fortunately, she had prior experience: as water entered, she immediately held her throat shut, preventing it from entering her body.

The Blood Pool had lain neglected for years; entering now, Luo Xuan felt his vision plunge into utter darkness for a long while before he adjusted.

The two were arguing over money—in their mutual curses, threats, and revelations, everything surfaced: the deal between her father and Bai Shan, and the fact that this father was not her biological father at all—his purpose in adopting her had been solely to exchange her for money.

Ye Qinglan laughed in silent disbelief. Indeed, Ye Qingning's concern wasn't about Shen Chang'an or Gu Xiyu, nor why she'd returned early—but about Gu Xinyuan and her argument.

Li Ping merely felt a tingling numbness in his palm; upon closer inspection, the brute's two fingers had become as sharp as tiger fangs, having literally "bit" into his flesh. How was this possible? Li Ping stared at the brute in disbelief.

He gained new respect for Gao Gu's abilities. This time of day wasn't when underground racing occurred—normally, such races only began at midnight. These people were all the ones Gao Gu had summoned to help.

This night was destined to keep many awake. An unprecedented earthquake struck Shuangyu City—would the Sun family, which had ruled Shuangyu for centuries, finally collapse? Many were watching this spectacle.

At Joy's residence, Fandamon grumbled discontentedly. His tablet had fallen out of his backpack upon landing and broken. His tablet wasn't ordinary—it was a custom-made one he'd spent a fortune on.

"Prince Qing!" The word slowly slipped from his lips, his teeth nearly grinding to dust.

Following the path pointed out by Pai Ke, they began to retrace their steps—but before they'd gone two hundred meters, an odd sight appeared before Wuchang.

Even some supreme-grade spirit artifacts allow Dao-attaining cultivators to match the attacks of Po Gu cultivators—this is the advantage bestowed by weapons and equipment.