Chapter Thirty-Two: Escape.-Fêmea com boa gestação super cheirosa e macia, o beastman estéril a abraça pela cintura e a beija(Melancia de ameixa preta)

"Stay here, and under no circumstances are you to go down!" Qi Yu instructed the Dragon King and Chu Yuan before transforming into a streak of golden light to follow Ruo Li.

Hearing Jin Feng's voice, Chu Yunlian snapped back to reality. She followed the direction the bones were pointing and caught sight of the black abyss—a chasm of chaos that seemed to swallow everything, chilling one to the bone.

The Nightmare Dragon Legion, the primary combat force of the Soul-Devouring Tribe under Chu Yuan, was actually modeled after the Hundred Gods Legion. Situations like this were not uncommon throughout the three hundred and sixty provinces of Tianhuang.

Xian Yun's reply was perfectly natural, leaving no room for criticism, nor any way to discern if she was hiding anything unusual.

Lin Chen cast his gaze toward Wang Feihu, scanning him from head to toe. Judging by his aura, he was clearly a martial artist at the mid-stage of the Spirit Sea Realm.

However, Zhang Hu was at the fifth level of the Divine Ability Realm, and his power was significantly stronger. It would likely take Meng Xiaoshuang some time to fully refine the residual energy Zhang Hu had left in her wounds.

Tian Jiantian rolled his eyes and remarked, "If it was such a wicked art, why wasn't it burned years ago? Why all this trouble now?" Song Yin smiled but offered no reply.

With that, the middle-aged man tossed the stone and a piece of paper to Chen Hao before heading toward a chair.

"Uh, so serious? Lesson learned!" Chen Hao cupped his hands and bowed to his opportunistic master.

The Xiao residence was divided into three sections based on rank, each with its own entrance. Zhu Chuanjia entered through the center gate and found Xiao Biezai standing beneath the bamboo shadows in the courtyard. Beneath the eaves stood a person, head bowed, silent and still.

Yang Xuance blinked, finding it quite interesting. It felt like a long time since he had seen such an arrogant, unscrupulous playboy, and he sensed a good show was about to begin.

As they began their duel, neither side made any drastic moves. Since they were unfamiliar with one another, they proceeded with caution, though both seemed eager to engage quickly and begin a true trial of strength.

"The White Jade Life-Death Gourd." Su Hanjin extended a strand of divine sense to investigate, only to discover with astonishment that the interior of the gourd contained a space. To be precise, it held two realms: one was the Realm of Life where Jin Zhongliang and the others were staying, and the other was, naturally, the Realm of Death where she and Qiu Qianlin were held.

Not far away, the Sect Master had collapsed to the ground. His head remained bowed, and his jade hairpin, which had once held his hair in place, was now askew. Strands of long hair hung messily across his face. His body was slumped, his left arm hanging limp, while his right hand gripped the ground as if he were still wielding a longsword.

There will be another chapter at midnight, I guarantee it. I'm not sure what time exactly, as I don't have to work tomorrow and will be pulling an all-nighter, so brothers, feel free to read it tomorrow when you wake up.

Gu Le had long prepared for a life-or-death struggle. He narrowed his eyes, ignoring the surveillance cameras. Turning a corner, he bypassed two patrols of security guards and finally located Xiong Yicai's private villa. He crept closer with caution.

Lin Baihe's violent figure charged forward with thunderous footsteps, passing straight through Zhou Yuanyuan's body, but it was merely an afterimage.

"This story must begin from the time Emperor Zhezong passed away..." Zhao Cheng realized his two advisors were at odds, and it was now Huang Jingchen's turn to tell a story to educate him.

"Cackle! You monster, let's see whose sneak attack is more effective!" Lu Chen looked sinisterly at the Heavenly Fish Demon Immortal before him.

Seeing that Meisi was afraid, Luoben did not linger. He smiled at something in the tree that he couldn't identify, then put his arm around Meisi and continued into the forest.

Feng Bufan stood before them, looking down with an expressionless face. He spoke again in a somber voice, "Apologize!" Then, he eased the soul pressure he had been exerting upon them.

Having seen Xia Moxia eliminate all the blood zombies, they had lost the will to fight and only wanted to escape the clutches of this deadly figure. They scattered in three directions, each hoping that if Xia Moxia gave chase, it wouldn't be them who suffered.

"Brother Xia, are you alright?" Nangong Shan asked, his mouth agape as he watched Xia Moxia slowly turn around.

He didn't have a close relationship with these people; they were mere acquaintances. Furthermore, in terms of status, he was beneath them. After all, he was a subordinate of Li Lei, whereas people like Di Long, despite being lower in cultivation, were Li Lei's close friends—even brothers-in-arms.

Hadan's eyes went wide as he stared blankly at Yun Ling. Faced with such breathtaking beauty, Hadan felt as if he had been struck by a club; his entire mind went blank.

"Xia Moxia, that is the region for which our Southern Territory is responsible," Leng Yao said, pointing to the fortress closest to them.

Yilisi, who possessed the power of fire, served as a heat source. She was embraced by Yamei, with Luotiduoer and Nangong Qi huddled against them for warmth.

The sword pierced directly into the upper jaw of the Heavenly Gang Profound Snake. The blade sank in, and blood sprayed out like a fountain. The snake hissed again, its tail lashing out and sending Long Bufan flying.

Everyone gave a thumbs up after hearing this. Ye Tian acted for the sake of the country and the people, and there was no one who did not admire Ye Tian and Daoist Xuanji.

After she finished speaking, she rested her head on Long Bufan's chest and lay there, staring blankly at the moonlight outside the window.

"Um, could you help me call Jing Muya?" Jiu'er shook her dizzy head and blinked her eyes.

In Xue Ling's view, as long as one lived, who hadn't made a fool of themselves? The strong were no exception, and neither, of course, were the weak. Besides, she, Xue Jianping, and Du Xiuying had always lived by the principle of "minding one's own business."

He had an even more sinister plan in mind: he hoped the Demon-Subduing Venerable and his two disciples would fight the Red Thread Nie Yinniang until they were both exhausted and incapacitated, leaving him, the Boundless Dharma King, to clean up the mess.