Chapter Thirty-Six: Heaven Spares No One

Chang Yu appeared thin and frail, yet his movements were astonishingly agile. He dodged and weaved, matching the corpses blow for blow without showing the slightest sign of being overpowered. The corpses, however, seemed to be under someone's control. When struck down, they would rise again, undeterred even when their limbs were torn off—they pressed on relentlessly. Fatty Zuo clutched a talisman in his hand, his steps shifting swiftly as he pressed the talisman forcefully onto the corpses’ foreheads. Yet the talismans only made the corpses pause momentarily before they burst apart, after which the corpses resumed their assault on him.

A jolt of fear shot through me.

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Why did Chen Tianyi, though winning the duel, deliberately avoid adding thorough conditions to the Staryuan Oath, thereby giving Qian Huo-Long an immediate chance for retaliation?

During this period, it truly seemed as though Xu Yuwei no longer paid any attention to Su Hao. All her suitors thought everything had passed, but only Su Hao knew the truth. Every night after he escorted Lin Muxue home, he would receive a text message from Xu Yuwei.

Pei Yun held two or three bags in her hands. One clearly contained a slice of triangular mousse cake, while the contents of the other two were unknown.

Yet the man ignored this, channeling soul power into his palm as terrifying molten flames poured down from the eaves.

No matter how Qingyue coaxed him, Nan Changqing refused to open his mouth. Even when she pinched his nose, there was no sign he would comply.

Taking a pair of scissors from the basket, she shredded the handkerchief and scattered the pieces on the ground right before his eyes.

Shu Yang woke with a start, instantly sitting upright. She stared in disbelief at the ring on her hand, examining it over and over.

She thought she would quietly die one day in some lonely, forgotten corner—that this was her fate, just like the other shadow guards.

Low, resonant zither music began to play. Murong Lan rose gracefully onto her toes, spinning and leaping with a lightness that was breathtakingly beautiful.

With Li Tangtang’s abilities, she was considered a rare talent even in the provincial capital. Unfortunately, her lack of experience remained her greatest obstacle.

At a certain moment, the overseas Awakened almost fell under an illusion—as if, within the hearts of the cultivators who had woven this inescapable net, a blazing fire was hidden.

At this time, Nangong Yun Yao and Yu Xiao were walking along one of the paths, proceeding carefully as they observed their surroundings.

Old Man Wen and Granny Wen nodded together, overjoyed to hear the news. They were so delighted that, no matter what their son said, they simply kept nodding in agreement.

Moreover, there were so many insects in the woods that their bites made things rather unbearable.

You Baochou was at a loss. She had no idea what the matter was—why Shopkeeper You had spoken to her brother instead of her.

Gazing upon Star Night Peak, and then recalling the ancient building where he resided, Xiang Gangtian couldn't help but marvel. There was simply no comparison. That old building of his once seemed impressive, but now it appeared nothing more than a dilapidated mountain village. This place, by contrast, was a flourishing world.

Qi Ling'er clenched her fists, several times on the brink of stepping forward to argue, but in the end, she only sighed and let her fists relax.

“How can this be? Is there truly only one queen bee? It’s hard to believe!” Li Jiu rubbed his eyes in astonishment, shaking his head in wonder.

Wrapping my arms tightly around Zhao Qiguang’s neck, I clung to him lazily like a sloth. Zhao Qiguang’s hands supported me beneath my hips, lifting me so I could better respond to his passion.

Yahar sat on the sofa, and directly across from him was another man, draped in a cloak with his head hidden beneath a hat. He kept his head bowed, his face obscured.

Yet tonight, Ye Li felt not the least bit sleepy—her fatigue had been utterly frightened away by Liu Tianqing. Leaning against the headboard, she kept mulling over Liu Tianqing’s words until the phone rang urgently.

The Old Patriarch of the Nether River was born from the Sea of Blood in the Underworld, possessing cultivation second only to the saints. He wielded the two supreme weapons of slaughter, the Primeval Slaughter and Abhorrence Swords, and sat upon the twelve-petaled Red Lotus of Karmic Fire. He created the Asura clan and ruled over the Asura Sect.