Chapter 681

"Jiangxiao Immortal, why do you say the Shaking Heaven Demon King is dead?" Hongmao Yangbo could no longer hold back.

He had been preoccupied with Zi Sang Immortal's matter, waiting all along for Jiangxiao Immortal to mention the "real business."

But the gathered immortals were all buzzing about how Grand Minister Yu was boasting endlessly.

He tried repeatedly to interrupt but found no opening—just as one immortal finished his awed praise, another would immediately begin the next with admiring eyes.

Jiangxiao Immortal said:

"Big Brother Long, can you really use a sniper rifle?" The sniper rifle looked imposing, but ordinary people struggled to handle it—otherwise, snipers wouldn't be so rare.

With such a critical secret entrusted to Cynthia for the briefing, it was clear how much trust the First Agent placed in her.

"Ning Xue, I know you didn't kill Duan Ming. If you reveal the truth, I'll spare no effort to beg His Majesty for leniency." An Ruiqi stared at the trembling figure, his heart filled with pity.

Moments later, warriors of the Soul King realm snapped to attention, one after another kneeling, weeping and begging before Lin Hao.

As he spoke, I seized a Luoyang spade and brought it down with a "Splitting Mount Hua" strike, smashing straight onto the mummy's skull from above.

"No, Enock, I don't know—this isn't something to say lightly. You must state it clearly, or you must retract what you just said." Feng En glared sternly at the warrior.

"Calm down. I've already planned it—within a few days, your parents and I will set out together to seek treasures, and I'll bring you along. Then you can see your mother every day!" Lin Hao soothed, though inwardly he was delighted—he hadn't seen Zhang Deshuai this happy in a long time.

From the mummy's mouth grew a dense cluster of sharp, razor-like fangs! The mummy clamped down hard on San Pangu's hand—the searing pain nearly made him break out in cold sweat.

About fifteen minutes later, the sound of screeching tires echoed outside the villa. Scar dashed inside, sprinting straight toward the living room.

When the masked giant finally called out the spy's name, Leng Ning, ten names were already carved on the back of the stele—the carving was forceful and vigorous.

But Fu Jingqing's words were nearly identical to what Huo Yujian had threatened her with back then.

"Sigh~~~" Zuo Si let out a long sigh, silently closing his eyes. Even if Li Mu possessed the bearing to reach the heavens, what could anyone do if Heaven itself sought his death?

"Cough. Young Saint, my Wuniao Clan would never collude with the Black Robes. This matter must have hidden depths—why not let me investigate?" the White Fox Clan Chief said.

The person on the bed struggled to rise but failed, collapsing again—yet he didn't give up, continuing to fight desperately.

Qin Feng effortlessly parried Lin Dong's attacks with sword techniques. Lin Dong sneered—he knew Qin Feng used skills just to block his ordinary strikes, and hadn't even activated his combat bonuses yet. Probably didn't dare show them off since they weren't green.

Li Mu stood firm, his aura growing stronger, unleashing punch after punch at Leng Zhong—within him, it seemed as if his essence was inexhaustible.

On the other side, Wu Xingyun, a formidable Tribulation Crossing cultivator, handled the jade-carving technique far more proficiently and skillfully than Li Qingchen, crafting exquisite ritual vessels from tons of jade, each set meticulously made.

In an instant, all saw a tall figure appear directly before Ye Yun, a black greatsword in hand, its furious aura capable of reducing a Washing Marrow Stage 5 cultivator to mist—striking like lightning toward Ye Yun's throat.

Instantly, the martial artists were terrified, no longer daring to attack Li Mu—they turned and rushed back toward the defensive formation.

The two swords behind were mediocre, merely ordinary Xuan-grade high-tier blades. Qin Feng had to pick the best among the worst—the one that felt more comfortable in his hand—for 1. 3 million.

Suddenly, the river of swordlight before Wu You seemed unreal, like an illusion. The surging, tidal roar of sword chants felt distant, striking cliffs from the edge of the world—all unreal, like a dream, a bubble, a phantom.

Behind him stood rows of music trophies, revealing his mastery in music had reached an extraordinary height. Beneath them, a high-end guitar rested quietly on a stand, spotless—clearly cherished by its owner.

Liu Tian's lips curled into a smile, but the moment he saw He, Liu Tian instinctively bowed.

Outside the Nether Sea Research Institute, two ragged, emaciated youths knelt outside the gate, pounding their chests and wailing in tears.

A shadow flashed instantly over Liu Tian's head, leaving behind a pair of wings amid the dappled shadows of the trees.

Longlong's battle experience far surpassed Jiang Han's by countless times—he opened with a great divine technique, and the hippo spirit, possessing high intelligence, sensed the extraordinary power.

Luo Lie shook his head, recalling the night he met Ye Qinghong—at the Blue Mill, Lu Weilin had assassinated Governor Ren Zhongchang before everyone's eyes, and he and the Blind Man had been drawn into that treacherous conflict.

And he was precisely the World Honored of Ling Mountain, the World Honored Who Saves from Suffering, famed alongside the Long Life Dao Lord.

The crowd had long been stunned—not only were they unsure what painting he would create or its outcome, but even his current state of painting was enough to amaze them—he was painting with his eyes closed.

This entire ancient temple, transported thousands of miles from Egypt to America, was rescued from being submerged by water.

Controlling mental weapons with soul power, killing silently from a thousand li away—that is the essence of a Mind Master.

He merely wanted this movie to flop—badly—and earn him a 1-billion-system reward.

No one in the grand hall dared speak; all waited silently for events to unfold. Some were puzzled, others smirked coldly, some merely watched with amusement, eager to see how the Chief Steward would scold Bai Feifei—each harboring their own thoughts.

"Alright then, we'll teleport ten thousand people over, and leave you some residual mana." Su Yu made his decision.

Though he couldn't hear clearly, Liu Wu could roughly guess what the dog was saying from its lip movements.

For the Niu family, all their previous gloom had vanished—they were just one firecracker away from celebrating wildly.

Sister Yu Jue, they were just here—Master Bingyun took Tianyi away a few breaths before you arrived; everyone saw it.

His mind was entirely consumed by the thought that North Brother had abandoned support policies because of a Japanese director.

The Southern Region of Huangzhou is merely the weakest of Huangzhou's four regions, and its alchemy level is equally inferior.