Chapter 4095

"It's you..."

The white-clad Jun Xiaoyao looked at Xuanyuan, his expression calm.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you didn't expect this, did you?"

With no one around, Xuanyuan felt safe enough to appear, a cold smile on his face.

"Not surprising, but you do have courage," Jun Xiaoyao said.

Xuanyuan's face turned cold: "Of course. If I had no courage, would I just sit and wait for death?"

"You're not coveting the chaotic

Since knowing the reason the demonic man flared up, the swan relaxed. Climbing onto the bed, it began to sleep. Toad's, she's really too tired, bird.

Faintly, a giggling sound came from deep in the peach forest, like wind shaking silver bells, very pleasant to hear.

After Song Fei returned to the seven-colored fig tree, he immediately sat cross-legged on the ground. Not wasting a single second, he immediately began cultivating.

Wu Jie had a serious expression, not a single flaw visible. Although seeing his future mother-in-law cooking made him drool, he still understood basic etiquette—how could he eat before Grandpa Wang Jiahuai and his father came out?

"Fine, then first find them and talk. If they're willing, anything can be discussed; if not, there's only one path—death." Li Xin said coldly.

"What about those helicopter pilots?" Lei poked his head out of the cockpit and shouted at Wang Peng and the others.

Chen Muyang glanced at Chen Muting, whose face was growing increasingly unnatural, then raised his cup toward the demonic man in the chief seat: "Boss Gao, come, let me toast you. My gratitude needs no words." He then drank the wine in his hand.

Seeing no one around, when his shoulder was tapped, Yixuan quickly turned and saw a familiar face—wasn't this his own father?

All the way there was noise and chaos; the two old men acted like clowns, Zhang the steward shaking his head and smiling wryly, unaware that his own kindness had spared him from disaster.

Knowing that facing a demi-god, with his current strength, he had no chance at all, but now Hu Ao could only grit his teeth and endure. If even he couldn't match this demi-god, then... the immortal realm would only be forcibly occupied by the demon realm.

Though his voice was light and faint, as if telling someone else's story, it made Murue Xuefu's heart clench. When Jing Rong entered the capital, he was only a teenager—why would someone be so cruel as to take the life of a child who couldn't even truss a chicken?

Seeing this, Huorong's eyes flashed with sharp light, and he shouted loudly: "Spiritual Fire Tempering the Body, Yin-Yang Manifestation, Five Elements Emergence!" As his words rang out, innate spiritual fire, true yin fire, and true yang fire shot straight to the heavens, once again wrapping the roots within, then drawing down strands of chaotic spiritual energy to refine into them.

Ling Li glanced at Alan, whose eyes were also full of surprise at this moment, but then quickly dimmed. Ling Li knew he had already given up the will to fight, now only wanting Xistria to devour him.

"For your own selfish desires, for wanting a perfect face—do you really not hesitate to kill so many people?" Murue Xuefu asked coldly.

Fu Man wasn't a fool; he had simply never seen such deep calculation. He fell silent, then suddenly understood: Yang Yi didn't want the surrounding knight territories to be peaceful—he wanted them chaotic, because only in chaos could he find an opening. And as the one stirring up trouble, Lev the knight was undoubtedly the perfect choice.

The queen was discarded, or perhaps taken to watch a play and then discarded. The ministers trembled with fear, kneeling before Jing Rong, not daring to breathe loudly.

"I trust my senior brother—otherwise, he couldn't withstand the powerful spiritual force of the Green Hidden Fruit." Ruan Yue Lian nodded, thought for a moment, and replied.

The candlelight flickered, casting jumping shadows on the empress's face; the up-and-down dancing flame seemed to match her breath—sometimes fierce, sometimes weak.