Chapter 709: Demon Spirit Protection, Ghost King of the Mortal Realm

"It's you, Feiyu Immortal? You—you actually followed me here?!"

Seeing the sun set, Xiuge's tightly clenched heart had long since eased.

Within his chest, not a shred of worry about being captured—only grief and anguish over this devastating defeat.

This defeat today was truly catastrophic.

From birth until now, he had endured countless battles and had failed before.

To be defeated so utterly—with tens of thousands of elite iron cavalry, four ten-thousand-strong…

The more this mysterious man acted so strangely, the more it intensified Lin An'an's inner torment.

As the man's broad back gradually vanished from view, Lin An'an frowned in tension and turned her gaze to the computer screen.

When she looked back, she saw the Seventh Boss and three other companions wildly slashing and hacking, muttering incoherently.

For the past few days, nearly every day someone came to the Killing Gate asking about me, but since my itinerary was classified, the Killing Gate publicly claimed I had long since left the sect to train in the cosmos.

Ever since Gu Xuan learned that the human race had an Immortal of Undying Gold in residence, he understood that this so-called human-demon war was largely initiated by both sides—merely a game arranged by their great elders, or tacitly permitted arrangements.

As expected, the yellow-haired man's expression grew colder; he cast a deep glance toward Zhan Qi, knowing full well Zhan Qi was acting deliberately—his father's mishap had indeed been an accident, caused solely by that troublesome illegitimate son at home.

Following the Tanxi Three Ghosts to the temple's exterior, he activated his internal energy and heard every sound within with perfect clarity.

Political correctness can never bring fairness, for the "correct" are always those in power.

Who is behind orchestrating all this? What purpose did the fake Shen Rou serve by appearing?

Upon hearing these words, Liu Guotao nearly spat blood—he raised his leather shoe and kicked the man square in the face.

None in the second row had confidence they could match Sun Lifeng, so An Yunsan easily toppled him; the rest lost all desire to challenge, and the spot was effectively conceded.

"My mother hasn't woken up yet—I can't promise you," Xu Weizhou said, tucking the blanket around Old Lady Zhou as he spoke to Jiaqi.

"I don't care—you've never cried for me like this. I feel my soul has suffered severe trauma," Jun Moshen said, clutching his chest.

Master Gu's face darkened. "Mu Liancheng, don't push too far!" Master Gu said this to save face.

At that moment, his cousin's dragon eye flickered with faint golden light—puchī… as if an invisible shockwave suddenly erupted, though nothing visibly changed.

Her meaning was for Xu Weizhou to feign agreement to Jiang's family demands—give them what they asked for—but she had no intention of truly marrying; she merely wanted to use marriage to escape Liu Shaofen's control.

But now is hardly a good moment to meet—they have no real need to meet at all.

An Yunsan glanced at him, then swept her eyes over the others, then removed her gun from her body, extended her arm straight, and dropped the weapon.

The Fate Master was furious—he felt disrespected; such a thing had never happened before, yet now it had truly occurred.

Hearing the reconnaissance captain whisper his report, An Liadi couldn't help shouting out, his eyes fixed again on the Asura Squad.

How did he suddenly become a man? And the song wasn't even the one Liu Ni sang to everyone back in the dorm?

Eighteenth-century British ships were all three-masted, with one or two triangular sails ahead. Lixin sketched the ship's image, then sought out the island's top shipwrights to build a model for testing vessel stability.

One guard wanted to relieve himself, stepped two paces into the darkness, just as he was about to unbutton his pants—he saw a black shadow flash before his eyes. When he looked again, he saw his own back—from below, looking upward. The guard could think no further; darkness now forever filled his vision.

They spent spirit stones to enter the city, inquired from outsiders about the location of the teleportation platform, and without pausing, immediately used spirit stones to teleport back to Shi Region. Their luck was sufficient—they arrived just as the teleportation activated; had they failed to gather enough people, the platform would not have opened, for teleportation costs were simply too immense.

Da Sha was in the thick of battle, exhilarated—upon hearing Li Ren's order, he reluctantly withdrew to stand beside Lord Li, tasked with protecting this alien Lord Li and his personal guards dressed as Fang.

"Pūpūpū"—the Blood Axe swung, striking the first three men who charged forward: one lost his left hand, one had his abdomen split open, one's longsword drove two inches deep into Han Xiao's chest—but the blade was now clutched in Han Xiao's hand, while Han Xiao's Blood Axe halted just six inches deep into the man's right shoulder.

Under Zhang Lei's relentless protection, Li Ren's army moved by day's rest and night's advance, drawing near to Jizhou City.

But now a holder of the Talent Token had arrived, and he had not left again; instead, he cleared a patch of land on the island and, like Jiang Bei, waited for other Talent Token holders to arrive.

Murmurs erupted from the crowd below. Yao Mudust's face lit up with a joyful smile—he truly disliked fighting his own people; if he could use a pill's ability to enter the Shen Heng Academy, that would be ideal. Moreover, as a legitimate disciple of Shen Yao Mountain, how could he not rejoice at the chance to glorify his sect?

He was utterly unafraid of the forest's truly exhausting beasts—he had resolved to stay here for a year, thoroughly practicing the primordial energy techniques he had learned. As he wandered through the woods, unlike before when he encountered only rats and insects, it seemed that with his prolonged stay, the beasts had grown more numerous.

Consort De's lips twitched—wasn't the Empress Dowager merely ill? Why, after hearing the Empress speak, did it feel as if the Empress Dowager's family had been utterly destroyed?

At night, Ye Qiuxuan and Ju Ba returned to their dormitory. Though their pairing was temporary, they still ate together—after all, the academy's rules forbade them from breaking this custom. Yet Ju Ba remained distracted, causing Ye Qiuxuan to feel inexplicably irritable.

Wang Mao immediately looked displeased—these two dishes weren't enough. He immediately ordered another dish of twice-cooked pork, a pot of boiled fish slices, a serving of husband-and-wife lung slices, and two bottles of beer.