Rivals

Under such overwhelming power, the four grand formations of Mystic Lake, Blood Mountain, Black Mountain, and Peach Grove found it increasingly difficult to withstand the oppressive force of the blood sacrifice array.

This feeling was strange. If previously she felt a certain sisterly affection for Byun Baekhyun—a little bit of indulgence, nothing quite like the bond between lovers—now her emotions were tangled in contradiction, something she herself could scarcely explain. Yet perhaps, this feeling was closer to fondness, even love.

With this thought, Xiao Qishuang’s eyes gleamed like lightning. With a flick of her right hand, the crimson Tiger Soul Divine Blade appeared instantly in her grasp.

Du Feng watched Huang Tong depart with a faint smile. It was not that he lacked compassion for beauty, but the tasks he faced were far too dangerous, unsuitable for companions.

Before a crowd of thousands, Su Yuan strode forward from the golden light, his entire body surrounded by countless rays, shining so brilliantly that none dared to look directly at him.

Yet the Flame Demon Lord, Ragnaros, clearly had no intention of attacking his adversary. Though one arm had been bitten off, the other clung fiercely to Aeonus’s body. From Ragnaros, a violent, oppressive aura erupted.

In any case, this was ultimately a good thing for him. Kim Taeyeon had taken Han Seonghun away, leaving only the swordmaster. What was once a direct confrontation now became something altogether different.

Inside the council chamber, everyone quietly took their seats. Yan Jun placed himself beside Zhang Yue, still accustomed to calling her Miss Yue’er.

Madam Zhou Wu grew increasingly anxious as she watched Ling Qing and Shen Muxiang, unable to suppress her worry.

With Milim’s shout, waves of light powerful enough to level the earth shot forth from her hands.

Hearing Hu Yan’s words, it was expected he might make a fuss over the egg, given that any adult would be at the early Nascent Soul stage. Who wouldn’t want to raise one themselves?

“Leave now,” Xiao’s words drifted with the wind. His figure vanished from the high platform.

After a long day’s toil, once he had heard all that transpired during his absence from the kingdom and confirmed there was no trouble, Song Huan and the others were dismissed.

But now, the system had already prompted that the temporary task was completed, so Shen Gu was no longer concerned with what Su Ziqing might say next.

At such a respectable gathering, she openly asked for the Empress’s jewelry. Was this ornament really so important to her?

Shen Gu opened the shop with his mind, and indeed, the new item was closely related to the crisis he might soon face.

Hu Yan said that to cure his discomfort, he needed black iron bear gall. Shen Gu had no intention of killing Xu Wei outright; his strike merely forced Xu Wei into danger. Still, since Xu Wei dared approach, he clearly had plans to use Xu Sen and Hu Yan.

The last time something like this happened, Shen Gu wanted to use game coins to prolong Su Ziqing’s life, but was refused.

Once Gu Huimin departed, only Liang Shixin and I remained in the woods, and the atmosphere suddenly turned awkward.

Li Dongsheng sighed, the two balls of red light in his hands vanished, and he abandoned the idea of seizing the white light.

Linglong walked silently past the bailiffs guarding the entrance to the main hall. They never saw how she moved; only that their vision blurred, and she appeared behind them.

“Brother, what’s wrong? Do I look ugly now?” Linglong asked, gazing at the dazed Li Zhiyuan.

So that’s it—this was the soul of my old yellow ox, no wonder it looked so familiar.

“You’ve suffered enough. Allow me to introduce myself: I’m an official from the capital, and I was the one who ordered your arrest!” Zhang Zhijie said with a smile.

Liu Yuqiong’s subordinates shouted angrily, rushing forward to drive the others away. Yet those people paid no mind to their shouts, continuing to wail as they surged ahead.

“What are you all saying? Why can’t I understand any of it?” Yi Miao blinked at Chen Hao, finding the conversation passionate but completely incomprehensible.

Zhang Zejiang had Jade, but he seemed unsatisfied, still striving to control more Jade-faced Blood Bats.

Wang Shouren approached the pavilion with a heavy, expressionless stride, while Princess Ning watched him intently from the garden, her eyes shining as he came closer.

Of course you’re fine! You enjoy all the pleasures of this world! But the rest of us are nearly destroyed by you! The Demon Consort Yan glared fiercely at him.

“Hmph. Spoiled brats and rich kids! The last type I’d ever respect. All you’re good for is causing trouble for your fathers—nothing else!” Chen Liuhe sneered, leisurely settling into a chair.

He had previously asked Wang Lingxin and the others about it; learning Li Tianle was behind their silly laughter, he tried to dispel it, but found some mysterious power at work, one he could not break even after much effort.

As for the Black Sea Sect, they could scarcely resent it. Family and sect were on entirely different scales; even if the Ye family was the greatest in Chang Qin Domain, facing a sect would still mean being easily crushed.

Chen Peng and the mole-marked doctor were both stunned—where had such power come from? It was incredible, dissolving the fierce currents in a heartbeat.