Chapter 76: The Grassland

Xu Baijiang is dead.

Dead and gone completely.

Many witnessed this scene, causing considerable shock.

They were stunned by the dominance of the Jian'ai Divine Ring—even in utter despair, it could not be broken, and he was crushed to death by a junior.

They were even more astonished by Dou Changsheng’s strength; his primordial true qi was simply too much.

Is this even a human?

To overwhelm others with sheer force—more means stronger.

This is the simplest, most unadorned Dao.

“Liu… Liu Lao?” Shi Yu blinked, momentarily unable to process Zhang Tiansong’s words.

“You, spellcaster—you won’t escape!” As he spoke, the upper half of the Demon Bat, torn apart, swelled violently, instantly becoming a round, fleshy ball, blood gushing from all seven orifices, yet his expression remained chillingly calm, as if the one about to die had nothing to do with him.

“They’re still pushing the mid-lane!” After killing Meng Huo, Liu Feng had no stamina left. He returned home to replenish. Just as he got back, Yuan Shao, who had flown to the mid-lane, sent a message.

Ye Tian extended his right hand and gently touched the vine fragments of the World Tree; the vines seemed delighted, coiling around his hand in response.

She had once saved her before, and even presented the loyal Qingyun as a gift—this girl’s character, in Bai Yihua’s eyes, had already reached an extraordinary height.

The family of three returned to the large mansion on Xicheng Tongshan Street, all feeling they hadn’t had enough fun, deeply dissatisfied.

Du Rui listened without interjecting, unsure why Empress Changsun had summoned him today—could it truly be only to discuss marriage?

Yet he believed he possessed no technique to track the Rope Tree; though he had inherited all of Yu Zhi ‘Bo’ Ban’s skills, Lin Yi feared—feared that if he suddenly revealed himself, the world’s laws would unhesitatingly kick him back, and the joke would be too great.

In an instant, his gaze involuntarily locked onto her pair of luminous, sparkling eyes—their lively gleam was so familiar! He drew a sharp breath, his body trembling, leaping abruptly from his seat, his dark eyes fiercely fixed on the figure before him.

Yiman’s strategist Bijialuo also died in the chaos; with no leader left, and nowhere to flee from the Tang army’s might, the Xueyantuo surrendered.

He pressed his index and middle fingers together, pointing at the lich, fingers trembling slightly, drawing forth the soul.

Feng Xun feared chaos in the city, so he planned to ambush Ge Hu only after he reached a secluded spot, but after chasing for half a moment, the two realized Ge Hu was heading toward the Imperial Palace’s Zhuque Gate.

At this point, even the combined strength of three could not subdue the Banship Zhenjun; now escape was the only option—but who could outpace Tiyun Zong? The three were undoubtedly trapped in a dead end.

Sustaining the bright yellow flame consumed too much; after only dozens of breaths, Wang Tianqing’s unusual primordial golden core dimmed significantly, the immense cost yielding remarkable results.

Both reached out and touched—the dragon’s horn felt slightly rough; the moment they made contact, the Dragon-Elephant’s entire body surged with a tingling numbness, his spirit lost control, the dragon form collapsed, and his massive, dozens-zhang-tall body reverted to human form.

Ye Feng had barely settled into his guest room when Tang Xiangning finished washing and arrived in the parlor.

Ling Hui saw Yuan Yichen had awakened, then turned to Xiao Zhongqin, overcome with sorrow—he didn’t know when his master, who bickered with him daily, would wake up; if he did, he would obey him completely from now on, never talk back again.

The Heavenly Eye was his foundation—he could not afford to doubt it for a moment, and immediately channeled his energy to activate the spiritual power of his long sword, shielding himself.

At that moment, in a place they could not see, Li Chunwang entered the square with Ximen Jingxue, while Feng Hua and the others had vanished.