Chapter 710: The Demon King of Chaos

To successfully deduce the "Cutting Gold and Slicing Jade Sword Qi," Xiao Yu used a medical secret technique to impose a Debuff upon herself, resulting in several blows from the ferocious ghost that left her bones broken, tendons severed, and blood spewing from her mouth.

After all, the Bronze-Headed Iron-Browed Ghosts are hard to kill, not impossible to kill.

If she had continued using pure Yang sword qi, given enough time, she could have cut down several ferocious ghosts.

But ghosts inherently prey on the weak and fear the strong; she feared that once she began killing, slaying even one would prompt the rest to.

After the voting survey on this arrangement was dispatched, each district's district government office would handle the details, while Lin Yue's role was merely to supervise—quietly, imperceptibly.

Wang Chongyang ignored the black bird entirely, merely extending a middle finger toward it, then slammed the door shut with force.

Wang Chongyang scanned the counter but found no particularly special bracelet; he felt deeply that the gift for Lan Xinjie couldn't be casual—it had to carry meaning, and ideally, a meaning only he and Lan Xinjie could understand.

About forty minutes later, the black plastic bag containing the murder weapon, still wrapped in rope and fragments of exploded balloons, was delivered to the Hongjing Criminal Investigation Team.

Although the Political Committee had decided to implement the ship-destroying plan, the specifics still required deliberation by the Military Committee. After all, destroying three hundred warships demanded precise calculations of troops and explosives, which only the Military Committee could determine.

Thus, Feng Lang's citywide manhunt caused little panic; instead, it achieved remarkable results—by the third day after Lao Shi's execution, over eight Yuan Kingdom spies had been arrested as suspects.

Who says this girl looks like a fox and has a fox's nature? She's anything but innocent—appears pure, but her mind is full of malice.

Yet Zhao Jingyi had no appetite for tea; he merely frowned, standing silently before Lin Xi, staring at him.

After a full hour, nearly everyone had learned, though some details were still imperfect—sufficient to return to camp wearing the armor. Some soldiers lacked armor and simply followed behind.

But none of these spirit children were reincarnations of fragmented souls; under these circumstances, no one had the heart to search for them. Everyone was far more focused on his words.

At his third eye, the Purple Qi of Hongmeng surged wildly, absorbed by the World Tree—its intake so immense that the colossal Hongmeng membrane gradually shrank.

The Snake King had already taken human form, his power immense; even the strongest martial sects of the ancient world bowed to him in reverence—proof of his might.

Hun Leng's method of drawing water from the lake was utterly astonishing: he merged his body with the water, drew it away, then separated from it—all in mere breaths, clearly demonstrating the eerie nature of his demonic body.

"Come when called, no need to argue," Ren Tian Tang swept his dust whisk, and Liu Gaoliang was instantly pulled helplessly toward him.

Lin Min and the others sat in a corner of the hall; across from them, about a dozen middle-aged men, dressed in world-famous brands, paced anxiously like ants on a hot pan.

"No matter. We escaped, didn't we? Jiang Chengfeng's debt can wait." Su Ying smiled faintly—he didn't care about this man.

Even though Weng Dazhu's investigation team now had superior equipment—two eight-wheeled armored vehicles, an armored communications command vehicle, unmanned reconnaissance drones, four-wheeled assault vehicles, and even a 120mm wheeled self-propelled mortar—directly confronting Wang Chen's forces would likely result in victory, but at a heavy cost.

Merely his aura suppressed every young prodigy from both major factions—unimaginable.

"No baldness, no venom; no venom, no baldness—bald monks for bald monks, a perfect match!" At this moment, Lu Zhishen and Deng Yuanjue were locked in fierce combat; Dong Yizhuang merely shook his head, muttered a complaint, turned his horse, and returned to his own ranks.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that? Has something happened?" Lu Yan asked his captain, puzzled—he needed to understand everything.

A murmur spread through the crowd: the sect masters of Shaoyang, Shaoyin, and Taiyin were all Ming Shen, and even the Earth Rank expert Xin Tianxia was present—yet they were powerless. The mysterious figure's strength was now obvious.

"It's fine. The ice Dan you gave me stabilized my injury—it won't heal, but it won't worsen either. I thought we could wait until you finish your business and we leave to treat it; it's just a matter of enduring some pain." Liu Zhuo explained.

The others at the table were disciples and elders of the Taiji Sect—they were old acquaintances, so no one paid attention. Once inside the grand hall and seated, Feng Qin naturally could not continue sitting with Zhou Bingran and the others.

Over the years, watching Zhi Shan's unresolved heartache, she had grown increasingly gloomy, bordering on obsessive. Shu He Lady sincerely hoped this person could resolve Zhi Shan's doubts—whether the late Empress's death was fate or foul play, the verdict must come through Zhen San Niang's hands, to finally close this chapter.

As she turned her gaze back, Zi Qingyang had stepped back a pace, frowning, looking at her with clear confusion.

Though countless arrows rained down, they could not halt the mad Russian forces; after sacrificing hundreds of thousands of soldiers, the Russians finally began flooding across the southern bank of the Boundary River. Now, both sides could only engage in the fiercest hand-to-hand combat.

The man immediately bowed, his tone sincere: "I spoke out of turn; please forgive me, White Sect Master." This was not out of fear of Bai Lu, but purely out of respect for the prestige of Ten Thousand Swords Mountain.

Before Shi Bao reached Wang Yin, Yue Pengju had already surged forth from the ranks, blocking his path.

The emperor was so agreeable because Qiu Yiye used magic to show him the state of the realm and the true form of Cihang Pudu—this convinced him to purge the court. Of course, even if he had refused, he wouldn't have held his throne by tomorrow.