Chapter 175: One Turn of Offense, Both Captured

Yu Wang Fu.

Inside the study, the bookshelves slid aside, revealing a complex engraved array on the wall; a faint blue aura flickered, and the wall rippled like a water curtain.

Chu Heng stepped slowly out of the secret chamber, dark red blood staining his hands, his eyes crimson, making his face appear even paler.

"Young Master."

The elderly steward waiting outside handed him a cloth.

Chu Heng took it and wiped his hands, asking: "Has there been any movement from Ling Yishan?"

"If the Purple Emperor truly wishes to eradicate the Demon Sect lineage, then when the time comes, the Kunpeng shall face him personally!" Zhen Yuanzi changed his tone and said.

During these five months, Gui Bao and the others took turns piloting the flying vessel, each roughly piloting twice; by the time they arrived here, everyone except the last pilot still retained full spiritual energy, though the last one had piloted for a shorter time and consumed less spiritual energy.

A clean battlefield, no endless bloodshed visible, only constant impacts and collisions. Many died without a single wound on their bodies; everywhere, thudding falls and the crack of hooves sinking into mud.

"Who?" I sensed a shadow flash from my left to my right; I turned instantly but found no one behind me.

I know he's still bothered by what I said earlier. But I've already shifted the topic; I can't go back to it.

Lin Shijue's panicked face hurriedly added: "Senior, I'm saying, although Ji Ling Zong is the largest sect in the Southern Immortal Cultivation World, it has long lost the glory of three thousand years ago and is slowly declining."

Seeing Yang Yi return to his original appearance, Dorothy no longer doubted him and warmly invited him to eat; Yang Yi didn't refuse, for they had a long journey ahead, and asking the Great Eunuch for the Demon Carpet was out of the question—now, thinking about anything was useless; they could only take one step at a time.

Looking farther away at Lei Ting, the spiritual array deployed by the Thunder Master had long dissipated, the rift in the sky had already healed, and Lei Ting was enveloped in a massive surge of lightning, appearing from afar like a blinding lightning ball, quietly clinging there.

Another identical gut creature approached. Perhaps they had originally planned a pincer tactic.

I was furious and wanted to argue with him, but he replied: "A dying man shouldn't waste money," then hurried off, leaving me stunned.

Just as Yu Xiaoran was arguing with Liu Mingxia about returning, Yu Xiaoxuan used a light skill and appeared before them.

Over the past half-month, aside from the first few days of the lunar fifteenth, when I controlled the lunar lander already in lunar orbit and posted a close-up moon image online, I've kept a low profile with no live streams.

Watching her son sit silently on the sofa, she found it strange; she curiously opened the fridge and saw that the snacks once filling it had been halved, making her suspect her son's whereabouts.

Xiao Chuhe's skepticism tightened Nuan Nuan's heart—how could she have forgotten? She'd only just joined this family; naturally, she wouldn't know the household phone number. Now she'd written it down and handed it to Lu Jiayi—what should she do?

In a few months, his company is going public, but now with this incident, not even getting to work is difficult, let alone going public.

Seeing her serious expression, Jiang Hong silently smiled bitterly—if not for Mu Yu's complicated identity, even if she failed the next assessment, Jiang Hong would have done everything possible to keep her, but this matter was beyond his control; everything depended entirely on himself.

A powerful energy erupted from his palm, like a dark Lei Bao—fierce and immense. The force instantly consumed all Fusang soldiers, turning them to ash in an instant; their bodies, fragile as sand grains, shattered under the overwhelming power.