Volume 1, Chapter 45: How Did They Form an Alliance? & Hunting Mr. Zong

The medicinal pill touched the opponent's skin and instantly burst open, releasing a plume of foul-smelling black smoke that billowed into the air. Leveraging the opponent's recoil force, Xiao Wuxie immediately plummeted to the ground, casting aside all dignity as he rolled desperately to evade the attack range.

The Seven Brocade Old Demon was neither human nor a true member of the demon clan, but rather an anomaly. With mediocre cultivation, he merely guarded the water veins for the Primordial Dao, making it entirely understandable that the cultivators of the Primordial Dao refused to look at him with respect.

The mirror, although a relatively advanced divine artifact from the Divine Realm, was far too tyrannical. Having intruded into this realm without a shred of reverence, it ultimately provoked the wrath of the Blood River's will.

They were all waiting for the Hall of Supreme Heaven to break free from that black void. No one dared to venture into the pitch-black, nihility region, because stepping foot into that place meant certain death.

Shortly after, Mi Dou safely stored the soul stone and accompanied the Master of the Arhat Hall back to the Green Mountain Sect's quarters. He shared the invitation from the Five Sheep Temple to stay temporarily with the leader of the Stepping Cloud Sect and his party, bringing broad smiles of joy to the disciples of the Taichuan Sect. Being able to comprehend a tenth-tier spirit art was a tremendous stroke of fortune for them.

Only Shangguan Chengtai and Ning Qingjun remained entirely unfazed—one utterly oblivious to romantic atmospheres, and the other completely indifferent to her surroundings.

The eyes of the Soul-Flame Demonic Flower were moistened with tears, as she never expected this man could possess such a vulnerable side.

"Your subordinate is here." Guo Ming had arrived some time ago, keeping his gaze strictly fixed on Shao Heng without casting a single glance toward Ning Qingjun.

It seemed he was on the verge of a breakthrough. Once he joined the Emergent Immortal Sect, it would likely take him only a few months to condense his destiny pill, break through to the Profound Mystery Realm, and enter the outer sect.

If the human race had truly been so fragile, the Witch tribe would never have suffered such a disastrous defeat in the ancient war. Back then, all the apex masters of humanity went forth, and while the Witch tribe was nearly annihilated, they ultimately managed to survive by retreating desperately into the Fuli Abyss under the leadership of several Witch Gods.

A flash of light gleamed across the lens. Goto surged forward, his hand snapping up as the racket strings violently caved inward.

Turning his head with agonizing slowness, he saw those two characters clearly and felt his blood run backward through his veins. Staring with wide eyes, his trembling hand reached out to touch the stone tablet.

The Seventh Prince pondered whether he might seize this opportunity to have Xia Chiwan assist him with a more practical favor.

A chilling aura erupted across the face of the Water Essence Attendant as ice arrows shot forth with a piercing hiss. The five-headed golden lion lashed its tail and swatted at the ice arrows with its giant claws, shattering them with loud bangs before leaping forward to slash again with renewed ferocity.

Ada glanced at Long Jianfei, his eyes glowing red as if stained with blood, and grabbed the windshield wipers to haul himself up in a few strides.

Another bizarre force blossomed across the stadium, creeping toward the scorching heat with a chilling, annihilating aura. It spread like ink bleeding through rice paper, destroying everything in its wake as if even the air itself were being devoured by this vast energy.

He cleared away some withered branches and rotting leaves, then added more fuel to the fire. Stripping off his damp clothes, he hung them over the campfire to dry.

Lingxiaozi evaded Bashan Hu's steel claws, thrusting back sharply toward Bashan Shi's face while simultaneously delivering a kick to Bashan Hu's throat.

"No problem!" Prince Qing felt that all these tedious rules were utterly foolish, and he could hardly wait to punish Yuyu.

Upon hearing that his father would wake up by tomorrow at the latest, the heart that Zhou Shixian had been suspending in mid-air finally settled back down to earth.

My attitude left Mengmeng and the Third Brother astonished. They knew me well; my personality would never allow me to sit by and do nothing. Yet right now, I clearly intended to do just that.

"Siyou, why do you look so absent-minded?" Murong Feng cast a sidelong glance at the gloomy-faced Han Siyou and asked.

Lan Yingchen curled up against the balcony's floor-to-ceiling glass window, listening to Cheng Yue's endless, indignant complaints on his behalf, feeling his heart tangled in even greater disarray.

At this sight, Ye Miao parted her lips and let out a slight sigh, ultimately saying nothing more. After all, she was her own mother. Softening her tone, she said, "Mother, my words were too harsh just now; please do not take it to heart." She gently placed her hand on the back of Madam Huang's hand to help soothe her anger.

"I'm sorry, I have some matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving first." Qian Qiyue truly did not want to cry out in front of these two men, feeling too out of place and emotionally blocked. She had no choice but to flee, running blindly ahead with all her might. She burst out of the door, leaving the two men in the office—one completely bewildered, the other with a heart breaking into pieces.

Following that ancient war, nine divine murderous swords emerged. Aside from the original seven swords and the Emperor Execution Sword, the final one was the Impermanence Sword.

Three seconds passed, but Liang Yan saw none of the scene she had imagined; instead, Li Jianshou was clutching his arm and screaming for mercy.

"Facts have proven that you haven't been happy at all over the past year." Mu Zuxian gazed at her intently as the distance between them gradually closed.

Four years of imprisonment taught Zhang Tie a profound lesson: true fairness had never existed; this was simply the law of a privileged class. Since the scales of justice had always been tilted and the law could offer him no justice, he had no choice but to reclaim that justice with his own hands.

Jun Chengxuan knitted his brows, secretly thinking Ye Miao audacious for daring to ignore him. Yet, having spent his life navigating the treacherous scheming of the deep palace, he had long since cultivated the habit of masking his emotions. No matter how discourteous the other party was, he could always respond with a smile. Therefore, while he frowned, he did not utter a single word of rebuke toward Ye Miao.

Chu Xuan instantly sensed something was amiss. Protecting Jiang Zhiyan within his aura, his innate primordial energy arose spontaneously. Before he even had time to strike, he watched as Mo Qianshan released his true qi, only for the old ghost to instantly swallow his soul whole, while Hu Qiangqiang collapsed unconscious onto the ground.

With everything prepared, they simply awaited Nezha's arrival so that Li Jing could step onto the stage to "explain."