Chapter 177: Did you think my disguise was just for abstract play?

In a haze, Ye Fei heard a familiar voice beside his ear; he quickly opened his eyes and saw it was again that "himself" who called himself Wanling Tianzun.

The Demon Lord now has nothing to lose—he's barefoot and unafraid of shoes; if he so much as loses focus, especially while completely cut off from his main body, the worst outcome is that Zhang Ziling will kill him.

"They should arrive soon—have you prepared yourself these past few days?" Song Yuanyuan asked, more out of formality than real concern.

Yuanhai smiled but said nothing; after all, he had already defeated Li Hongchen once, meaning he'd already reclaimed his honor. The only problem was that Ye Yu hadn't gotten a chance to fight back then, and she'd been deeply troubled ever since.

He was bound to shine—not even ten years from now, but if he joined the Star Radiance Guild, with all the prodigies within it, he would surely enjoy the most generous cultivation resources.

His face twisted severely, all trace of composure vanished, his body nearly consumed by rage.

Several dragon race prodigies glared at Lingyun with ill intent, then sneered as they stepped into the vortex.

That's why even the wealthy and powerful Shangguan family must curry favor with him—because once they align with the Wang family, no one in this region will dare touch the Shangguans.

The child blinked his eyes, staring at Nolan, leaning forward and suddenly reaching out to playfully slap Nolan's heart.

In fact, even the establishment of his Tomorrow Guild and its member roster were provided by Bai Ling; without Bai Ling, there would be no Tomorrow Guild today.

Seeing Xu Baxian say this, Jin Yanner nodded and had Ake sit beside Xu Baxian, then she took out her medicinal paste and began altering his appearance.

At that moment, one of the bodyguards spoke in a low voice to Qin Feng: "Young Master, you've provoked someone you shouldn't have…"

Shao Fei reported the entire operation without concealment to the two leaders, including Liu Ying's mother, Takeo Nai, and the mysterious black-clad unit.

She glanced at the man before her who dared to touch her, and the several burly men behind him.

As it happens, their debuts were roughly the same time—Ma Daoqiang debuted earlier but retired early too, so his current fame may not even surpass Caesar Da Dong.

At that moment, Long Ba smiled and said to me, "Tell me, why did you come to Australia? Did that old bastard Scalpel come with you?"

Shen Wan Yue never imagined that upon her return, just after her sister's engagement to Prince An had been broken off, he would make such a plan—was this still her father? The more she thought, the angrier she grew, until her elegant demeanor finally cracked.

The man sat frozen on the ground for three breaths, his aura instantly chilling; he leapt up in one motion, drew the blade from his back, and swung it down at Long Xiao Xiao's head.

Duan Tianya felt this was cruel, but it was all his own doing—what could he blame?

"I don't know," the demon man shook his head. In the assassin organization, he and Tong Xintao had been among the highest-ranked, yet they'd rarely even seen their leader, let alone known he had a disciple.

Though Luo Kaixian had imagined many possibilities for the state of this land, what he actually saw after walking through it still surpassed his expectations; had it not been for the sun's position and the general terrain layout telling him this was the highland he remembered, he might have mistaken it for some unknown mountainous region at the same latitude.

Purple light surged across the sky, and over a hundred purple jade fragments emitted radiance, turning the entire ruins plaza into a sea of purple.

A flurry of explosive qi bursts rang out; both figures flipped backward and crashed with a thud outside the fence. Their faces turned pale, their cultivation robes torn, their headpieces fallen, revealing long, disheveled hair.

What unfolded before his eyes was simply too shocking—could fire really be refined like a pill?

The first spear drained one-tenth of Gou Runtian's divine power, the second drained three-tenths; now, Gou Runtian had lost four-tenths of his divine power, his face pale, his gaze toward Lu Qingfeng filled with clear terror.

A relatively peaceful night passed uneventfully; aside from occasional murmurs from some nearby Jinzhou civilians passing the camp, even the Jinzhou city guards showed no unusual behavior.

The bedding was spread out on the bed; Fang Zhong reached out and pulled the Blood Infant into his arms, and the Blood Infant did not resist. Fang Zhong smiled: "My wife, let's rest." His hands roamed freely over her delicate form, then gripped her waist, lifting her horizontally before him, preparing to lay her on the bed.

"Can I not come just because you can?" Yu Xianzi replied coolly, finding an empty seat and sitting down directly. Wu Xu and Zhu Yuanzhang stood silently behind her.

"It's only been a few days—they aren't even guests," Sang Kelage still tried to insist.

It was indeed her who arranged it; she wasn't afraid of the consequences, only wanted him to know—if he dared scheme against her, he shouldn't fear being schemed against in return.

These words would only make him worse—he leaned down again, his right hand beginning to tear at her clothes.