Chapter 728: The Banquet for Pei Ye

Clear spring seeped into his skin; Pei Ye pressed down on the scale-beast’s head and burst forth from the waterfall with a thunderous crash.

Dozens of scale-beasts were flung apart; Pei Ye gripped one, drove his sword through its body, and the next instant, a surging black tide crashed over him.

No matter how refined the sword technique, it could not withstand such overwhelming coverage; Pei Ye simply sheathed his blade, raised his hand to grip countless slick scales, and then countless stacked forces slammed him against the stone wall.

Li Xizhou walked over

Li Erlong believed he was clever enough, yet he still couldn’t fathom how they had accomplished this.

In the end, Zhong Tianyan was repeatedly hurled like a punching bag; despite his powerful battle armor, blood poured from all seven orifices, staining him entirely red.

Before she could react, a dense rain of kisses descended upon her.

“Qin Fen, the fact that you feel this way shows you’ve seen through things clearly—so those external matters, in truth, mean little to you, do you understand?” Tian Tian placed his hand on Qin Fen’s shoulder, clenched his fists, and gently patted Qin Fen’s shoulder, one after another.

How can Yin Wu Sha, a Yama who cannot command even a single soul, bear the responsibility of Yama?

After all, Dai Shuren is about to retire; if this matter causes him further trouble, Qin Fen would truly feel guilty.

“I—I didn’t disobey,” Qiao Mimi trembled, her dark eyes fixed on him.

But the bloodied Jin soldiers were not deterred by this incomprehensible giant creature; after a brief stunned pause, they raised their weapons again and resumed hacking and slashing.

To believe Li Erlong is to believe he truly possesses two such humanoid He Shou Wu; if that’s the case, then if my directness has gone too far, it might very well anger Li Erlong?

But in their gazes, Li Mei saw only pure curiosity and a trace of envy—nothing else repulsive.

Gazing at the vast estate, Ya Ya couldn’t tear her eyes away; her big eyes sparkled with joy.

But the black serpent, as the leader beast and guardian of the forest, while unafraid to kill ordinary creatures, would never touch those with bloodline.

Most of the power was diverted here; it seemed even Hong sensed this, and even the usually mild and refined man began to curse loudly.

When Gu Sangjue and Gu Sangliu’s group learned of it, their expressions darkened, for they had gone to town and shown Yu Bao’s portrait—indeed, Yu Bao had helped them.

From this man’s words, the army’s arrival was still half a year away; if so, that’s enough.

Gu Sangyu knew her second brother was worried—her father’s condition was dire: he refused to see anyone, spoke not a word. In modern terms, it’s often said: prolonged isolation in a closed environment, with no human contact or speech, inevitably leads to psychological breakdown.

But this is only one-third of the Shen Zhou realm—there remains the “Physical Tai Chu Universe” and the “Divine Soul Wu Ji Universe.”

The Great Peng Patriarch arrogantly swept his sleeve, and countless emerald demonic thunderbolts rained down, shattering the starry river into fragments.

“Captain, I still think we’re hiding too cowardly—like turtles pulling our heads in,” a beastman said naively.

Description: A undead monster whose body appears as a transparent spirit-form but is in fact composed entirely of bones.

Zhang Haotian would begin a new journey—he would return to the Honghuang world and restart his life anew.

Zhang Liao glanced at the excited Yan Liang and sighed: “You’re thinking too far ahead—focus on what’s right before you!” Yan Liang only spoke of expedition, assuming Lu Bu wouldn’t act like Liu Bang.

The other ministers erupted into chaos—some demanded battle, others defense, still others surrender; a noisy, jumbled mess. Only Zhang Zhao remained silent, eyes closed in deep thought.

“Snap!” The ten black-clad men instantly snapped to attention, saluting with practiced, swift, synchronized precision—military bearing flawless.

Though the valley was awash in blood, there was not a single trace of struggle—the Blood Demon had been killed by a single blow. The opponent left not even a trace of spiritual energy.

Gong Sun Yu coughed again, then slammed his palm hard onto the washstand, producing a loud crash.

The 14-inch TV screen looked no bigger than a palm; though color, its color transitions were unnatural, and worst of all, the screen was curved. Listening to the soft, droning voice of the evening news anchor, Li Er’s aversion to television deepened further.

After a moment’s hesitation, some crewmen raised their hands and shouted surrender; others jumped overboard. Soon, more joined them—either surrendering or leaping into the water.

This world has taken shape, but this is only the first step; only by forming a true karmic bond with the entire Dao can the lost souls be drawn into this underworld.

With recent events piling up, many things forced him to pay attention; a sense of urgency had taken root in him. Even if the world at large could be set aside, his home could not be ignored.

Yan Qing nodded, then remembered something; he scooped up a handful of water and flung it at the nearest vine—immediately, the thing dissolved with a sizzling sound, like a soft-bodied creature doused in saltwater.

In truth, Giant Elephant Media did have its own recording studio, and several of their singer-songwriter artists were quite good.

He always disliked idle talk; those who deserved the title of genius before him existed—but certainly not the people the other man named.

Outside Xinghua Village’s market, it was not as bustling as Gu Lan had imagined; when their group arrived, every household had shut doors and windows—no one was out doing business.

Tsuchi suddenly conceived a terrifying thought, yet after pondering it, he deemed it unlikely.

Gazing at his current interface, especially at his S-rank Sharingan having upgraded, Uchiha Zong nodded slightly.

Relying forever on ambush and assassination—this is why the Underworld’s assassins are so detested.

Ninja who remained unharmed and combat-ready would receive both comfort and a reward.

The next instant, the yellow light shattered—a massive black object crashed to the ground with a thunderous boom! Fortunately, every inch of Yizhi Temple had been reinforced by the system; otherwise, Fang Zheng doubted the floor would have cracked.