Chapter 124: Song Mi, What Did You Promise That Qiao Man?

Seeing Huo Qingjue extend the wine glass, Song Mi did not take it. Instead, she first glanced at the bottle of red wine by the floor-to-ceiling window, which was already half empty. She rarely lost control of her emotions. At this moment, she could not say she had completely calmed down either. Therefore, she took an extra two minutes to reach her decision. Seeing her standing still, her gaze drifting from the window as she lowered her eyes, seemingly lost in thought...

Previously, when he subdued the evil dragon of the East Sea on Nanshan Mountain outside Chang'an City, he had once had a brief encounter with the Peony Fairy.

Thus, the demons watched with growing excitement; they beamed with joy when their own blood gained the upper hand in the competition, yet fell into utter despair when their blood was devoured by others or failed to seize enough evil essence.

Elder Ling nodded, turned to look at the two middle-aged men sitting beside him, and asked, "Liu Qi, Chen Tao, you two are the most formidable experts in the domain of super-tier abilities within my villa. You just exchanged a move with Wei Feng; what are your impressions? If you were to face him in battle, do you have any certainty of victory?"

Whether it was Madam Yan or Lord Bishui, upon hearing these words, both were visibly shaken, and they turned their gazes toward Li Xun in unison.

Wei Feng was perhaps still unaware. The news of the deaths of Colonel Field and those five domain servants had already spread throughout the entire organization. Moreover, everyone in the organization knew that before Colonel Field died, he had harbored illicit intentions toward Colonel Duke Blue. Consequently, all sorts of speculations began to circulate within the organization.

As the second half began, Wang Xuebin, just as Xu Shaochen had anticipated, returned to the end of the bench. The players who took the court remained the five regular starters for the Longhai team.

Therefore, even now, to him, Yu Sanren remained a figure shrouded in mist—visible only in outline, lacking any sense of reality.

After absorbing the soul, Doro gnawed at the corpse a few times, scooped out and devoured its heart and brain, then quietly crawled toward the edge.

Hearing Geng Long put it this way, Old Lizard and his companions immediately sensed that the situation was not simple. After giving careful instructions to their subordinates, Old Lizard and Blind Wolf followed behind Geng Long to assist him in the search.

At this moment, the Master of Heaven was deep in meditation within the Demon Palace. Upon hearing the commotion outside the cave, his figure flickered instantly, transforming into a streak of silver light that appeared outside.

Yang You nodded and turned to flee, but he froze immediately, suddenly thinking: where could he run to? The entire Primordial Universe was being carried on someone's back; how could he escape?

Yang Weinan looked around, then sneaked into a secluded corner of the school. He nodded apologetically to several upperclassmen who were smoking in the shadows, took a deep breath, pushed off with both legs, and vaulted directly over the five- or six-meter-high brick wall.

Originally, we were all still a bit nervous about the Scarred Man. After all, he had effortlessly caught the various hidden weapons Lyon threw at him and dodged Lyon's attacks as if performing acrobatics; such agility forced us to treat him as a formidable enemy.

In an instant, red light flared and golden light erupted. The demons felt a powerful aura, comparable to the might of heaven and earth, rushing toward them, making them feel an involuntary urge to kowtow and worship. Even the dense demonic mist all around, like snow meeting a scorching sun, melted and dissipated, yielding a large, bright area.

Cross Slash! The disciple of the Shenxing Sect suddenly crouched down when he was five steps away from Xie Tong, crossing his hands in a cross-shaped stance and slashing rapidly toward Xie Tong's legs.

Tang Jun met the attack head-on, opening his palm to grab the assailant. With a sharp snap—the sound of a wrist fracturing—the arm of the masked man in the lead, who was holding the blade, hung from his shoulder at a grotesque angle.

As soon as the Six Fan School launched their assault, those guest demons who did not belong to the Sanhe Tanuki clan scattered like birds and beasts. However, hundreds of Tanuki warriors, abandoned by their high-ranking leaders, did not lay down their weapons to surrender; instead, they erupted with tenacious fighting spirit.