Chapter 209

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In the distance, he heard Zhongli He's shouting; Chen Mo frowned slightly—what was this old man yelling about?

But he had no time to care now; he looked up at the sky, his pupils contracting slightly, his expression solemn.

"This is…"

Clang—

The swords and knives planted in the ground trembled violently, emitting a continuous hum.

Vast streams of malevolent energy surged forth, like a river of blood reversing upward, converging above the dome, within the crimson vortex, faintly…

A tall man, wearing a straw hat and a black jacket, with two revolvers stuck at his waist and torn jeans on his legs, leaned against the central tree of the camp, staring at the Three Lives Flower about to bloom before him, his eyes filled solely with greed.

"Damn, this guy's rich." In Anduin's eyes, the interior of this building held far more than met the eye; the magical runes embedded densely across the floor and walls were so numerous he'd never seen such extravagance even in the Ministry of Magic's alchemy chamber.

"My father isn't like that!" Nian Nian shouted at him, drawing glances from those around; the Flower Queen Contest hadn't even begun, yet the flower hall was already a chaotic uproar, instantly drowning out her voice.

This exchange of insults shattered the streamers' habit of treating their viewers as gods; it was as if he'd opened a new world, and he delightedly continued hurling insults back at his viewers ever since.

Damn, having a boyfriend with fangs is torture—I wonder if he'll bite me bloody elsewhere later.

Unfortunately, Voldemort did return—though his method of return was somewhat unusual.

Li Jian pushed himself up from Lu Shu'ang's lap; though he'd lost an arm to support his body, the boy's waist was strong—he simply rose up.

Overcome with guilt, he furiously pounded the floor, imagining in his mind the ball sinking into the hoop.

The private room was spacious, nearly eighty square meters; the surrounding walls were made of special glass that allowed those inside to see outside clearly, while those outside saw only a hazy blur.

After absorbing over two thousand one hundred heavenly lightning forces, the incoming heavenly lightning energy began to dwindle.

"What is this?" Hong Qingzhao was startled, and instantly, his expression turned solemn.

The Yu Hua Sect Master considered many possibilities; no matter how he looked at it, reshaping Sun Wukong and the others' Xuan Immortal bodies was beneficial to them.

Yin Ling and Shi Chuan were also surprised; Cheng Shao's sudden strike caught even Shi Chuan and Yin Ling off guard.

Ming Zhu stood respectfully beside her, listening; though she had long memorized every word, hearing Lady speak them softly still left her momentarily dazed.

And these mad descendants of the Puppet Clan were using the technique known as "Flesh Rebirth." They had forged a metallic skull over a million li in diameter and now sought to use Flesh Rebirth to transform it into a living, fleshy skull.

Even the nearest Azure Sky Sword Saint, Thunder Sky Sword Saint, Kong Bing, Kong Ling, and several legendary sword masters, witnessing the overwhelming aura now surging skyward from the Wang Court, were awed by it—instinctively, reverence stirred within them.

"Yell all you want—no one's coming to save you." I mimicked the scene from a movie where the villain taunts a pure girl.

Just after digesting a drop of the Duke's blood, Yin Xuege's heart gave rise to a full thousand drops of deep emerald Blood Demon blood; each drop was crystal-clear, lustrous like a jewel, brimming with potent life energy and blood qi.

"Who among you has been misbehaving again?" The old patriarch sat upright in his high-backed chair, sipping tea as he asked in a low voice.

Yi Fan's expression was solemn; as he spoke, he kept glancing toward Mo Qingwu beside him—the implication was clear: if they truly encountered those people, he might not be able to protect anyone else.