Chapter 819

Every heart harbors a demon—

For instance, encountering idiots online who not only argue but also refuse to back down makes you want to strangle them through the screen; meeting scumbags makes your fists clench and you fantasize about writing their names in a Death Note, and so on.

These are Zhou Yi’s own experiences.

“Death Note? What’s that?”

Gao Yuanyuan, seated cross-legged on the carpet, rested her right hand on her bent knee, gripping the bottle’s mouth as she let the last drops drip out.

A weak, feeble voice, as if the speaker had been sick for twenty or thirty years and was barely clinging to life, suddenly spoke from behind Ba Huasì.

She didn’t glance at anyone, for she knew every man on earth would willingly die for her.

“Refugees? This…” The other commanders began whispering among themselves, clearly dissatisfied with Wang Chuge’s arrangement—after all, refugees were not the same as death row inmates; such conduct seemed to defy the Dao.

“The Kusanagi clan? Could it be the Kusanagi clan that forged the legendary eleven Kusanagi swords?” Ling exclaimed.

So, given enough time, once the aether output from the Aether Furnace rises, they will become increasingly difficult to defeat.

If Han Ni knew but pretended ignorance, then her scheming was far deeper than anyone imagined.

Mu Shisan bowed deeply again; before Qi Huabiao could respond, he drew his dagger, didn’t look back, and plunged it straight into Huang Yantao’s crown.

Once the wolf pelt was stripped, the soldiers brought it in. Li Fengge ran his fingers over its soft fur—it was top-grade material. Mu Bai added more charcoal to the brazier, watching Li Fengge hold the pelt as if he were a green recruit claiming his first battlefield trophy.

His appearance, once that of a man in his twenties, had aged into a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with a thick beard—the very image of Xia Ya in his old age.

Moreover, when trapped at the exit by Ainzibe, Xia Ya had already learned from her that she knew about him—without needing to think, he knew the source of her information: the small amount of blood he had given her.

The Great Tiger Demon finished speaking and left, but he had made a wasted trip—the Lion Demon and the Leopard Demon Great Sage were not in their assigned quarters.

Bai Zhi found the creature familiar; the memory implanted by the gene seed seemed to hold a shadow of this race.

Gu Han sneered, “So what if I insult you? If you can’t keep your mouth shut, I won’t mind tearing it apart.” His voice was calm, yet it carried a chilling force that made the blood run cold.

Moreover, today even the Mosquito Daoist dared to use his cultivation to intimidate me—how can I be sure others, like the Three Pure Ones or Jieyin and Zhenti, won’t do the same tomorrow?

In the dormitory, moonlight streamed through the open window; the faint hum of electric fans filled the four mosquito nets, and the air reeked of alcohol.

But this time he’d be disappointed—Zhou Qingyou answered firmly: “No.” Wu Guowei froze, his face darkening. “Qingyou, why not?” He restrained his temper, speaking softly.

The massive ram was pitted and dented from countless impacts; its utilitarian armor still carried traces of gunpowder smoke. The plain hull, forged from black-brown alloy, had thick black smoke billowing from a breached section at the stern, turning the entire pristine corridor into a soot-blackened spectacle.

“How long could your current cultivation sustain the Demon King’s manifestation?!” Gu Han asked.

No one answered him. Bei Ke rushed to the front of the line, also bare, but a single tissue remained stuck to his groin.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have exposed it in front of Lin Ruoxi—even if Lin Ruoxiu regretted it to the point of turning her intestines green, it wouldn’t undo what had happened. Since it was already done, she must suppress it as much as possible, so neither the Lü clan nor Lin Ruoxi would come to hate her.

Unless all of them unite and sacrifice themselves to kill all ten, the true inheritor—human or beast—must come from among these ten.

After deliberating, the insect-men decided to retreat to camp; since the lion-men were useless, they’d deal with them later.

But Lin Mu had assumed too easily—the giant bird’s successful passage must have had other reasons; this box alone couldn’t account for it.

Xiao Su nodded, half-understanding—if that’s the case, she could grasp it a little.

“Commander Wu, you’ve already rallied the troops. Now it’s your turn,” Wu Tian said to Wu Nanxing beside him.

Lin Tian concentrated his divine sense on these objects and discovered they were human scalp flakes.

Ye Wushuang wouldn’t give them a chance—he extended his two giant hands, seized two nearby men, yanked them hard, and tore them out of the Xuanzhong Chamber. Thud! Thud! They crashed to the ground.

The Jie Xian Daoist knew nothing of this, yet a sense of impending disaster clung to his heart.

In an instant, the Kill-King Ancestor, Pan Xing, and Lady Xiang Wang’s faces turned pale, their fists nearly bursting from clenching—this outcome stunned them all.

“The treasure is inside the belly of a sea creature. I’ve killed it and sunk it to the ocean floor. If you want the treasure, go retrieve it from the seabed,” Lin Tian said solemnly.

Facing the onslaught of countless beast-beings, these five were utterly overwhelmed—after all, none of these beasts were weak. Leaving aside the high-tier ones, even the dozen or so Qi-Stealing beasts were beyond their capacity to handle.

“The Star Ring—the key to breaking the Uyou protection mechanism is that ring. Now, the ring is in Jia Nian’s mouth,” Eagle Eye replied, his gaze fixed on Jia Nian.

“Young Master Xuanba, rest assured—Old Man will stand guard for you!” An elder stepped forward—he was another venerable elder from Kun Domain, dignified and imposing, with a youthful face and white hair. Though slender, his eyes blazed with radiant divine light.

In the flickering firelight, dark figures intertwined densely; at this moment, humans no longer seemed human. Lan Ziyi had never felt so acutely how cheap life was—cheaper than ants—and this human hell was his own design and execution.

Master Lu Dun acted—he seized the gate guard’s ankle and activated the sword talisman.

“Maybe Big Brother and the others drove the horses to the East Gate—there’s better forage up the mountain.” Lan Ziyi didn’t care.

“I don’t recognize them, but one of them once saved me in Zhonghai—I just don’t know who they are.” Ye Luo shook his head.

Now do you see who the ants are? Long Tian sneered at Fan Di as he collapsed, spitting blood.

Ye Luo silently speculated, sensing a premonition—tomorrow would not be peaceful; danger was likely coming.

From the memories of Dragon Teng’s Nine Lifetimes, he understood the Ghost King well—he knew the Ghost King claimed to have a hundred incarnations; as long as not all were killed, the Ghost King would not die.

If she hadn’t provoked Chu Yu or Chu Jingqi, she’d still be Rong San’s secondary princess consort. Though she disliked Rong San, living in the Rong Prince’s mansion meant she’d never lack food or clothing, and no one would dare to bully her.