Chapter 187

184、Summoning the Divine (5K, 1/1)

“What could possibly happen?”

Zhou Chang turned his face toward Wang Qing, asking with a faint, ambiguous smile.

Under his gaze, Wang Qing felt a pang of guilt, lowering his eyes and speaking weakly: “These four dogs killed a cultivator. The cultivator’s friends will surely come seeking revenge.”

“They managed to kill one cultivator—what if a whole group of cultivators come for vengeance? They won’t be able to handle it!”

“Is there really such a thing as a ‘cultivator’?”

On the vast stone floor lay over thirty corpses, all fully armed, towering warriors.

Meanwhile, the Boar Demon, its movements slowed by the venom of the Cangmu Wolf, clearly had no escape left.

To lay eggs in the Spider Queen’s nest and covet her young, the egg-layer clearly held no respect for the Spider Queen—treating her lair as a mere ‘nursery’ for offspring.

Di Ying picked up the thread, refilled Yao Cong’s cup, then leaned forward expectantly, listening.

Yan Que remained as taciturn as ever, but upon seeing Chen Jing return, her mood visibly lifted—she spoke more, no longer the silent mute she’d been earlier.

Along the way, everyone he met—whether a Dragon Tiger Mountain disciple or a Naidu Tong employee—greeted him with profound respect; their intense gazes made Zhang Taichu feel uneasy.

After entering the Lu household, she enjoyed a luxury she’d never known before… and most importantly, she tasted the flavor of money and power.

A surge of Qi erupted from Xiao Zizai’s body; immediately, his lowered head lifted high.

“There—it’s that dark red planet,” the first officer pointed to the planet before them.

As Master Tu trembled in fear, a powerful malevolent thought suddenly flooded into his mind.

When the chieftain finally fell, Lin Yun’s face broke into a triumphant smile—the long-awaited Bending Heaven Fist had, at last, reached perfect completion.

Budebushuo ， Zhebianyizhizhuhaizhenshilihai ， Moguoduojiu ， Yemodeshubaisangshijiubeiquanbudiaoqi ， Chengletazhouweishubaizhutuandeyiyuan 。

It seemed as if life itself had been reborn. She studied the reflection of Ye Huan in the mirror: Ye Huan wore only shorts, bare-chested, sitting behind him—his muscular chest marked with scars.

The ten-thousand-year demon vine seemed to understand everything; after retreating briefly, it once again coiled around from all directions like a living serpent.

It was a convenient excuse to save face—or to flee—so Xing Xiu decided to slip away.

Du Youjia’s breath came in gasps, making his words choppy; amid the continuous roar of the crowd, those in the back rows could barely make out fragments, but the rising and falling pitch made it clear he was wildly excited.

“Gentlemen, if you’re looking for the Blood Mist Clan, I happen to know someone here who can help—you can ask Uncle Yang over there!” the man pointed to a house in the nearby village.

Although light streamed down from the ‘entrance’ above, the pit’s extreme depth prevented any illumination from reaching the bottom, forcing Ye Mo to grope blindly for Pandora.

Actually, the energy Dantzell felt originated from Kaelgen—the overwhelming aura of the Demon Dragon had startled Dantzell, still in his mortal body; after gaining a rough sense of it, Dantzell ceased observing Lulu.

No one knew how long the silence lasted, until the bubbling of the fish soup broke it. He pushed the pot toward everyone, took only one instant meal and a cup of water for himself.

Qing Feng had often heard his master speak of the earlier invasion war—every brick, every tile of this land, he believed, belonged to their own family.