Chapter 23

Without a moment's hesitation, Mo Fan shouted to the people around him, and as his voice fell, he plunged toward the ground.

Then there were the two Mystical-tier mages encountered today. The one-eyed monster before him even surpassed him in the raw strength he prided himself on. Even if the opponent was boosted by a curse, no one would look at the process; the result was that Yang Ming had lost to the one-eyed monster, and losing to the one-eyed monster meant losing to Li Rongfa.

Hearing this, Lei Mie finally believed the White Dragon’s words. There was indeed a blood feud between the Soul Clan and the Dragon Clan. When the Soul Clan rebelled, it was the Dragon Clan responsible for suppressing them, but the Dragon Clan's ancestor was no match for the Soul Emperor and was severely wounded by the Fourth Soul Emperor, nearly dying.

They were only a few steps away now. Lin Tiancheng’s palms, tightly gripping the Tai’e Sword, were already slick with sweat.

Several Demon Slayers struck at once, their power astonishing. In just a short moment, the surrounding demons suffered heavy losses. The high-ranking demon generals, who seemed formidable to Mo Fan and his companions, were utterly defenseless against these Demon Slayers.

Before this, Zhao Yu had to make thorough preparations to ensure this mission was executed flawlessly.

There seemed to be similarities between the two of them, evoking a sense of genuine admiration within Chen Qingyang.

"Bang!" Cheng Yu walked downstairs and kicked a burly man into the corner. Over a dozen spirit stones spilled out from the man’s jacket, clinking and spinning on the floor with a crisp sound.

The Lord of the Four Seasons walked slowly across the hard black stone surface, step by step, toward the endless distance of the land ahead.

The wolf-tooth club whistled through the air, its aura exploding. The disciples were too weak in cultivation, and their minds were blurred by the sudden windfall of wealth; they had no way to react, and even if they had, it would have been in the final fraction of a second before death.

The ground was solid and dense, with few gaps. Yet, as the Great General Shenwei tunneled through, a flash of light passed, and whether it was soil or stone, everything parted before him.

After Xia Yulin fed Rou Rou a few cups of water and some snacks, she picked up a towel to wipe his face. Rou Rou became quiet, no longer crying or causing a fuss.

Emperor Qinglan told himself that if he were truly acquainted with that young man, they would meet again someday.

Manqing nodded, but instead of walking back to her room, she stepped outside and stood under the camphor tree in the courtyard. She stared blankly at the swaying branches. Against the backdrop of the pitch-black night, the shadows of the trees looked like a dense, dark mass, as if they had transformed into demons and ghosts, looming toward her.

Therefore, the Seventy-Two Earthly Transformations are extremely diverse, agile, and multifaceted. More importantly, they are easy to cultivate.

By the time the seventh tribulation arrived, the power of the lightning was not fully diminished from the eighth tribulation. Although it had weakened somewhat and did not fully reach the intensity of the eighth, it still contained the majority of it.

However, humans are not cats; ultimately, one must face reality. After a mere week of recuperation, I had to board a plane back to Dubai. As the golden sunlight hit me, my vision turned blank, and a phrase suddenly came to mind: "a lifetime ago."

After a while, I heard heavy footsteps, the sound of the door opening, and the sound of it slamming shut. The kicked-up dust drifted and settled back onto the floor, and the room returned to a suffocating, deathly silence.

Her consciousness slowly drifted away. She was somewhat familiar with this feeling; wasn't this the feeling of death?

One must know that the Great General Shenwei was a Meta-Immortal, a late-stage one at that. His strength was not something a Heavenly Immortal like Xia Tian could compare to.

"It seems the Snake Gang planned this long ago, but I’m puzzled as to how they knew the Tiger Gang would make a major move. Could there be a mole in the gang?" Huang Zhuliang discovered something.

The three sword auras trembled slightly, and a terrifying force surged through the chains into the bodies of Feng Jiutian and the others, causing them to vomit blood.

Thinking of this, Leng Jianqiu, the Master of the Ice and Fire Temple, and Lei Haichan, the Master of the Heavenly Fire Temple, could not help but feel a twinge of regret.

Lan Yanfeng’s eyes remained locked on Song Meitong’s face; her trepidation, her confusion, and her shock were all captured by his gaze.

However, the seemingly solid wind energy shield was pierced through like thin paper. Five rocket arrows shot into the White Ghost's body and vanished. The White Ghost felt a sudden wave of dry heat, as if his internal organs were burning, causing him extreme discomfort.

"Really?" Zhang Pinghui was inexplicably surprised. "Xue Yu, I know you always keep your word. You’re promising me, aren’t you?!" That was wonderful; as long as Xu'er and Da Kang were safe, she wouldn't care if she had to descend into the tenth level of hell.

Xue Yiren also glanced at Ye Feng before walking toward Song Jie and the others, handing the Qiankun bag from the array core to Song Jie.

Ye Feng could not be mentioned in the same breath as ordinary warriors who had just entered the Reincarnation Realm. His primordial spirit was immensely powerful, his Purple Mansion equally so, and he could mobilize far more heaven and earth essence than the average Reincarnation Realm warrior.

Yi Jiazhen had no interest in paying attention to Tong Ran now; he simply used the faint moonlight to make out the object in his hand. It was, indeed, the lost pendant.

With the end of the year approaching, every department was summarizing their work and reporting plans for the coming year. Lan Yanfeng sat with a computer in front of him, listening attentively, his fingers tapping on the keyboard from time to time as if recording something.

Qin Wan’s words struck a chord with Ran Min, pulling him out of his abyss of sorrow. One had to admit that Ran Min’s judgment of the current situation was quite pessimistic, and this sentiment had already begun to spread among his subordinates.

Undoubtedly, the Feng Shui of the Jiang family courtyard had been tampered with. No wonder Jiang Yuanchao had suddenly fallen victim to a terminal illness. As for why the old man was suffering from lethargic sleep, he would have to examine him first to know.