Volume One, Chapter 53: Ayu, Li Ruochu is Dead!

The man was dressed in a flowing black robe with silver armor layered on top. His figure was imposing, and his steps were steady and assured. Yet they also possessed the formidable physiques of demonic beasts, making them, in comparison to the frail humans, the undeniable favorites of fate. After finishing his meal, he didn’t feel like hailing a cab right away, so he strolled along the roadside at a leisurely pace. After all, his family’s instructions were not strict demands—he merely needed to befriend Bai Ruo’er as much as possible.

“Crow, what are you doing! We’re still inside the formation!” the Demon Spider shouted furiously.

Wei Qing dared not show the slightest negligence; he understood well that His Majesty was truly enraged this time.

Just as she was wondering why the infamous Nine Wraiths would suddenly care about her life or death, she heard the car windows on both sides roll down, and gunshots exploded in her ears.

“Ninth Brother, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have trusted others so easily,” Shi Huan grabbed his hand, trying to pull away, but couldn’t break free.

When the man saw Lu Feng glance over and turn away, the smile on his face froze instantly. He subconsciously looked toward Bei Lao and his companions.

Since Jiang Cheng had given them a beating, neither of the two dared linger in the Martial Hunters organization.

Di Beibei was seen gripping a severed head, lifting his hand, and with a swish, an arc traced through the air as he flung it decisively. Using considerable strength, the head drew a wide parabola before landing on the rooftop.

“Oh! Superstar, you’ve finally called me. By the way, where’s my birthday present?” As soon as she heard Luo Yixuan’s voice, Bai Youyou immediately asked with a cheerful laugh.

Beyond the Lu Manor, everything was silent, but a massive force had gathered. Behind the cavalry came the infantry, completely encircling the estate—no less than ten thousand strong.

When Shi Ming heard this, his eyes flashed. The Soul-Fixing Balm could help him gain control over this body years sooner, and the Primordial Spirit Pill might allow him to break through to the Spirit Realm.

Throughout the meal, one watched the other with burning eyes, while the other occasionally shot back a glare, only to be met with a placating smile. This exchange repeated several times. The patrons had already noticed Gong Shiqin because of his looks, and now their odd behavior drew even more attention.

Helian Nuo’s mood was equally heavy. Two years of battle had forged a strange bond between him and Bai Qiao—men who had bled and sweated together could hardly become enemies overnight.

“If you don’t know, it’s fine. Let Diao Chen teach you.” He pointed toward the match in progress. Diao Chen had just sunk several balls in a row, while the others looked bored to tears. The opponent scratched his head in frustration by the table; the one-sided match was enough to drive anyone mad.

After discovering Kate, the two reported to their superiors. At that time, Kate’s cultivation was about equal to theirs combined, so they dared not act rashly. Vampires had remarkable vitality and were adept at escaping.

No one expected that just as the old master was about to retire and hand the sect to Kong Dongyang, Kong Dongyang would suddenly vanish without a trace. Left with no choice, the old master passed leadership to his eldest son.

Yan Huairen’s brows were tightly knitted, fists clenched and enveloped in a yellow aura. “Phoenix Perches on the Parasol Tree—Annihilation Strike!” His fists crashed forth, unleashing a storm of fist winds that instantly entwined into the shape of a phoenix, driving it straight toward the fire dragon.

In an instant, an intense medicinal fragrance burst into his mouth. As the liquid medicine slid down with his saliva, its potency began to unfurl within.

In a secluded chamber of the Ling family, Ling Feng was tossed inside like a dead dog. Being imprisoned within the family meant the Grand Elder wished to keep the matter from spreading.

Whether Liu Jiahui was truly harmed or not today, he knew one thing: he needed to grow stronger, so he could protect her from any future harm. Not to mention insulting her—even the slightest impure thought would be out of the question.

At this moment, in the trapped Dragon Valley, the battle was nearly over. The Beast Taming Sect’s exotic beasts had slaughtered every member of the Heaven’s Path Alliance without a single casualty. At Qingying’s command, they burned all the corpses and, howling, slowly retreated toward Dragon’s End Ridge.

As he traced his fingers over the surface, he could clearly feel that the patterns were as if painstakingly carved by a master’s blade—every line distinct to the touch.

At the instant Yun Yun raised her gaze to his, Wu Zizhuo felt as if his heart was about to stop. In her eyes, he sensed she was searching for something. Did she know she was being watched?

Thus, after a brief flash of memory, Scarface could already guess the dire fate awaiting Sun Wukong.

Su Jinru took only small portions as she picked up food, and deliberately ate slowly.

A cascade of multicolored light drifted among the flowers and trees, sacred radiance suffusing the entire Isle of Life and Death. Spiritual energy rippled like a dream upon the wind.

He knew he could no longer entangle himself with Zhao Kexin—not for anything else, but to fulfill his promise to Keiko. He had pledged to treat her with sincerity from now on.

Yet for Chen Cheng and his generals, the challenges ahead might prove even greater.

Such claims were far too sensational; most people simply could not accept them.

Mu Ruyue’s aura suddenly surged and coalesced before her, transforming into a raging storm. With a thunderous crash, the tempest swept up Xia Rui’s body and hurled him several meters back, slamming him violently against the wall.

Gao Chang, well-versed in Mongolian customs, knew of the steppe tradition of forming sworn brotherhoods. When Qing Shu saw the Mongolian knife in her hand, she reacted strongly, calling Mo Xiaosheng by the name Mo Anda. This proved the knife was a gift Qing Shu had bestowed upon Mo Xiaosheng when they pledged brotherhood.