Chapter 594: The Tragic Wang San Gou

"The King isn't home—where did he go?" Yu Zhu'er asked in surprise.

The Turtle Steward glanced at her, his expression and tone turning cold. "Does the King need to report his whereabouts to you?"

"I'm concerned for the King," Yu Zhu'er said.

Not content to stay silent, she dared to press further and talk back—the Turtle Steward grew even more displeased. "You unruly mongrel, get out!"

Yu Zhu'er didn't leave; she fixed her gaze on the Turtle Steward and pressed again: "Chancellor, where has the King—"

His skin began sprouting countless black hairs, growing rapidly like wild grass, and his body swelled considerably.

Instantly, Cao Feng's mouth spewed forth torrents of blood, then his eyes bulged wide open as he died outright.

With his brute-force-specialized terrifying strength, he yanked the subterranean shark beast "Gaeozak" out, gripped its tail fin, and hurled it hundreds of meters away, slamming it hard against a hill outside the amusement park.

On the way back, the thrill from the kiss gradually faded, and Emma began to recall fragments of old memories.

The man froze at first, then scrutinized her closely; a look of shock slowly emerged in his eyes.

Others claimed Zheng Mo's strength likely rivaled Chen Hu's, for it had been a week since his last fight video surfaced; no one knew how far he'd grown since.

The psychics who witnessed this were startled; those who had been charging forward recklessly to overtake others instinctively veered away from Yang Yuan and his two companions.

Typically, one Corpse King emerges per neighborhood, so this building should have only this one Corpse King.

Liu Liang's awakening ritual continued; he now resembled a drug addict in withdrawal, convulsing and twisting violently on the ground, his bloodshot eyes bulging grotesquely.

Truth will out—I'm innocent with Emma, and I won't do the things you imagine.

Chen Hua and Yang Tao need no explanation—they're big bosses who rest whenever they please; Qie Xin, Liu Dehua, and Li Lianjie are different—they must handle their work, but luckily, they'd all set it aside upon arrival, so a few days' rest won't be a problem.

"Huh…" He exhaled the stale air held in his lungs, having successfully obtained the Slash: Flame and Ice—this trip's goal was perfectly accomplished.

"How did you get out?!" Yin Gou cried in terror, especially as he stared at the middle-aged man in the blood-splattered red robe—his piercing eyes seemed to pierce right through him, a sensation he'd never felt before.

The scythe sliced across the hard mechanical arm, sparks flying, a shrill screech erupting as the ancient mechanical giant's arm was severed and shredded by the spinning blades.

"A Chow Chow? Doesn't look like it—Chow Chows aren't usually this big," the dog buying dragon's eyes knew a bit, and shook his head at Yue Lang's words.

The charging enemy soldiers looked ferocious each and every one, their assault as if they bore a paternal vendetta against the Jin troops; the ferocity of the Northeastern Yi soldiers surpassed even that of the Tibetan highland cavalry.

The immortal artifact was suppressed; facing the approaching fissure, Yang Lin simply punched forward, creating a massive spatial rift that swallowed the attack whole.

Several times during the telling, even Chen Yang, the listener, had nearly exploded with anger and wanted to interrupt Run Rou—but he held himself back. He knew clearly: Run Rou wasn't speaking to win his sympathy, but to lay herself bare before him, utterly and truthfully.

Now, I am about to meet these two. That means my appearance will indirectly affect their lives—and very likely alter their destinies.

Xiang Jin rested her cheek against Chen Yang's chest for a long while before letting him go, then bent down to pick out a pair of leather shoes from the shoe cabinet and, with quiet initiative, knelt to tie his laces.