Chapter 791: The Overlooked One

The Demon God’s appearance was terrifying, as if forged from the combined forms of countless wild beasts.

Its body bore the traits of many beasts.

Such as a tiger’s face, a lion’s mouth and nose, a bear’s shoulders, a snake’s tail, and wolves’ sharp claws...

Combined together, these many beastly traits appeared strangely harmonious, only amplifying the Demon God’s ferocious horror.

“Do you really think you’re worthy to fight me to the death?”

Xiao Yu cried out.

As a massive spiritual light surged forward, the golden gate shattered apart, revealing before them a treasure trove.

Those who had still hesitated now felt they had always intended to offer their wine—only slightly slower than the others.

A roar echoed from the mirror; nine nine-colored divine dragons burst forth, soaring into the heavens, piercing the ninth sky. Their massive bodies rolled through the thunderous sea, radiating nine-hued auroras, stirring the soul.

At this time of year, just before heavy snowfall, even tribes like the Fish Tribe chose to hibernate, all members retreating ashore to avoid unpredictable dangers.

He himself feared Jiang Dai might use a fake incantation to deceive him. But Jiang Dai did not know he himself knew a few Wudang techniques—he deliberately asked her first about the whip-throwing method she had just used.

Seeing this, Chen Can was instantly startled, his scalp prickling. The scene before him was horrifying: from the abyss’s depths, countless giant white sharks kept emerging, too many to count.

A full day had passed since Lian Cheng was brought to the rear courtyard. The young man who had brought him now sat outside, meditating and cultivating, when suddenly he heard Lian Cheng’s cry. In one leap, he dashed into the room and saw Lian Cheng sitting on the bed, staring blankly at him.

Ten supreme dynasties appeared in succession, their aura imposing, instantly diluting much of the rolling demonic might. Yet these ten supreme dynasties, proud and haughty, refused to form any alliance against the demons—they fought alone, still terrifyingly powerful.

“This...” The manager saw the golden card in Qian Ruhuai’s hand, his face instantly changed, his heart filled with shock, and his first thought was that he had made a grave mistake.

With that, the sharp-tongued White Young Master gave Jiang Dongming no chance to rebut—he vanished like smoke behind Luo Nan, ignoring the fury of the Three Guild members, and walked off with arrogant ease.

“I’m watching... life!” Xuantianji smiled, pointing a finger. A dot instantly appeared on the water’s surface, sending ripples outward in all directions.

But then again, among Britain’s three major theater chains, only the UCT chain was truly suitable for Xu Cun’s acquisition.

All saw thousands of sword lights strike Xuantianji—then vanish without a trace, while Xuantianji remained utterly unharmed.

It was a failure at the final moment—if that slap had landed, the illness would’ve been nearly cured.

Mingjian Daoxue’s technique wasn’t bad, but among the countless masters of Quanzhen, it paled in comparison. Compared to other Quanzhen disciples, all he had going for him was his equipment.

In their academic view, witchcraft was meant for destruction; and fire—the flame capable of burning all things—was the most destructive witchcraft in this universe.

The weak had no right to speak before them; any attempt was merely self-ridicule, because—they were kings.

Manager Ma first thanked Lin Zixuan for arranging someone to buy him a coat. Lin Zixuan replied it was his duty—Manager Ma was a guest of Haomeng Company, and caring for guests was Haomeng’s responsibility.

It was also promoted on Tencent’s news feed, the kind with pop-up comments. More and more people watched the magic show, deeply stunned—it was far more spectacular than the Spring Festival Gala’s big illusions.

For lunch, Eck ate only a simple burger—he hoped to save time and finish the script before quitting time.