Chapter 580

Humans have human qi, immortals have immortal qi, and demons have demonic qi.

Those blessed with virtue have auspicious multicolored light above their heads.

Strong individuals have thick, robust qi above their heads, appearing solid and steady.

Most ordinary people have nothing but gray-white qi.

Demons who seduce and corrupt souls have qi rising from their heads like a chimney, thick black smoke rolling forth.

The more lives they destroy, the denser the black qi becomes. Those skilled in reading qi can even smell the stench from afar.

Yu Feiyang let out a thunderous roar to the heavens; the buildup between him and the Celestial Dragon Sword had reached his current cultivation's peak.

The Three Great Demonic Lords would never target Li Yang—anyone with half a brain could guess it was the Three Pure Ones of the Immortal Realm who struck.

Kou Zhong sighed inwardly; no matter how he fled or hid, he could not escape this greatest calamity. The Yin Kui Sect's people were truly relentless—once they fixated on him, they clung like ticks, impossible to shake off. Kou Zhong gathered his strength, preparing to strike.

"It's useless to speak now. When I entered the demonic transformation, your fate was sealed." The six wings extending from Leng Er fluttered slightly. Immediately, a torrent of dark energy engulfed everything. The surroundings changed abruptly.

In the back-and-forth toasting and drinking, the fox not only learned from Song Shidao of a culinary expert's existence but also received a letter of recommendation from Song Shidao, granting the fox legitimate grounds to mooch meals there.

Six steeds galloped into the city; the lead rider was Zhang Mao. The five behind wore plain earth-gray martial attire, long-handled sabers with red tassels slung across their backs. Though their clothing was ordinary, their bearing radiated a soaring, heroic aura that inspired awe and fear.

When the tide turns, others' futures are uncertain, but the Zhan Shi Mansion will surely rise with the flood.

Time, place, who was involved? What orders did Zhang Zhong issue? What extortion, intimidation, and oppression did he commit? Who were the victims? Where are they now? This is what I, your Duke, demand—the facts of his crimes.

A white glow drifted upward from Qi Yue's head—a single hair. Under Qi Yue's exquisite control of Yun power, the white strand instantly split into over a dozen segments in midair, then vanished into the foreheads of the thugs before him.

But Li Shan was resolute; the stubborn integrity of the upright gentleman left He Dongsheng powerless to resist, and finally he relented, agreeing to return the betrothal contract.

Zhou Li sighed inwardly and began compiling the information he'd gathered into a report, typing it out to send to Yin Le.

The old man fell silent, glancing at the other dozen elders—all exchanged uneasy looks, unable to speak.

Jiang Wei brought up last time when he went to the social event and Xing Sisi insisted on riding a bicycle because she didn't want to be slowed down—everyone looked down on me even more.

Karaf swallowed nervously, stunned that the Shadow intended for him to unify all Shadow Network forces across the Violet Empire.

"Ya Ting, no, Yi Yi is a sensible child—he'll understand your intentions." Chen Yi comforted Zhang Yating.

Tang Xia did not know Lin Hao had awakened two magical energies—she saw only the flames in his hands. When she saw the flames, she was astonished, and also relieved she had made the right choice. Yet she remained deeply puzzled: how did Lin Hao know all this?

No sooner had Lin Hao finished speaking than a thunderous crash echoed—the city wall had been smashed into a deep crater by a car hurled by the Ghost-Faced Colossus.

Lao Hui had been too shy to eat, planning to take only the piece Zhou Li handed him—but the food made by humans was simply too fragrant, leaving him deeply embarrassed.

When Ruan Ruan returned to her seat, she kept wondering: the Song family—could it be Yi Yi? Could it possibly be?