Chapter 196

A chilling wind swept through, carrying frost.

It stirred the strands of Zi Jin's hair at her temples, making them flutter wildly before her eyes.

It chilled her already cold heart even further.

The blue-haired thug clenched his fists tightly, ready to pull a life-saving item from his backpack.

He truly wanted to stand up and say—

I am the Great Sage Huang Feng, can't this sandstorm just stop?

Creak—

Beneath the Prince's buttocks

He had grown, his muscles now defined and powerful, yet he still wore a child's face.

Indeed, she had never heard of such a thing; just moments ago, she had flown upward on her sword, trying to pierce through this mist from above, but could not break through—it felt like an invisible film, tugging at her.

"Thank you," Huo Yilan choked out, truly grateful to Ji Yanmo; without him, she would have been forced to face Ge Qingze again.

Li Jiaqi sank down helplessly; Hua Shiyu sat beside her, gently patting her shoulder.

The Nine Fiends were overwhelmed with excitement; none had expected that Han Yu, merely by playing one melody, had shattered their original power barriers and elevated them to an entirely new realm.

Mu Yuzhen's cultivation was far beyond Mo Mi's, but Mo Mi's agility and cunning allowed him to evade dozens of Mu Yuzhen's strikes.

"Brother Chang'an, please don't say that," Xiao Tianyu said. "I know you've done everything you could in this matter—there's nothing to apologize for. We're brothers; don't speak like this. It hurts me to hear you say it."

Ruan Meng swallowed hard, her face warm, an involuntary blush rising faintly.

Now, with Shi Mu, they had the primordial true qi; the Sha Sect's legacy could finally be truly preserved.

Ruan Meng pursed her lips and followed Yi Xing to the bed, where she heard the rustling sound of clothes being undressed.

I glared at him in anger—what was he doing? Why get angry for no reason? Why lash out at me without cause? Was he upset because my mother had designs on him? Was this his way of mocking me? Fine, if you're dissatisfied with me, just say it outright—what's this cryptic sarcasm?

The conflict escalated further; Zuo Yong listened at the wall for several nights, confirmed the intelligence was true, and then reported it to Xia Hou Mie.

Wu Lei saw that above the Spirit Sea's Divine Register, there appeared a mysterious space, emitting a strange force toward the Register.

Before Ke Xinya could finish, Wen Qin, who had just calmed down, leapt forward again and slapped her.

Seeing Su Mo, ravenous and full, sitting on the sofa burping, Fang Chunliang's face softened with a smile as he swiftly cleared the bowls and chopsticks.

In close-quarters hand-to-hand combat, Laxman's long limbs gave him a clear advantage, yet he gained not the slightest upper hand against Fang Chunliang—instead, he quickly fell into a disadvantage.

The close-combat camp numbered over two hundred thousand; she refused to believe every single assassin in the covert unit knew each other.

Feng Yong didn't know what a miracle was—she hadn't known before, but now, perhaps she did. When Feng Yong slowly opened her eyes and saw clearly what lay before her, she finally understood: this world truly held miracles.

Zhong Huiteng looked at the unreasonable Ke Xinya, his existing disdain deepening; his expression grew sour. Especially when Ke Xinya mentioned her unborn child, his face darkened again, a shadow flickering unseen.

"I've run out for now," Wu Lei smiled. "Father, if you can provide a large quantity of dragon-tiger divine beast blood, I can continue refining and give it to Brother and the others."