"Senior Sister, he is the Lord of Demons."

Beside him lay a hundred-meter-long fissure, causing everyone who saw it to gasp in cold breath.

Naturally, the two sisters-in-law would not bring this up at such a time, and the second brother, having heard a rumor or two about what happened back then, naturally did not approve of it either.

On the way to the hospital, Du Xizhou pulled out her phone to send a message, but Mu Nanfeng, whose face had been cold and gloomy the entire time, snatched it right out of her hand and tossed it onto the back seat.

Overwhelmed by fear, she bolted away, but after running only a few steps, someone clamped a hand over her mouth from behind.

Liu Bizhi's hand shook so violently that the bank note almost fluttered onto the oil lamp and burned. Heartache overriding his fear of the fire, he lunged forward to grab the note.

Qiu Xijun waved her hand and tossed over a piece of meat on a bone. The young man hesitated, crept closer, suddenly snatched the meat, leaped back three zhang, and began devouring it ravenously.

Through the lattice window, Bai Ran looked across at Princess Qingping's room, her heart feeling far from at ease. Though she was merely giving a taste of her own medicine, Princess Qingping was simply getting what she deserved.

That senior sister merely dropped the remark casually, without actually accepting the so-called duel; or rather, they disregarded it entirely.

Cheng Feifei threw a punch straight at Xuan Qing's abdomen. Xuan Qing slid across the ground to land right behind Cheng Feifei. With a sharp clang, Cheng Feifei's strike hit nothing and slammed into the floor, whereupon Xuan Qing immediately followed up with a series of Wudang's Two-Yi forms against Cheng Feifei's back, accompanied by a rapid succession of metallic clashes.

Hearing the news, Xuan Qing could not help but shake his head slightly. Xiongba was bound to have terrible luck this time; the current Sword Saint had already practiced the technique of condensing sword essence given to him by Xuan Qing, and had not forced himself to comprehend the Twenty-Third Sword.

How did the saying go? Unintentional boasting is the most lethal kind. Liu Qinghua was now experiencing that exact feeling.

If Kikyo was bathing in the river, she must be somewhere up in the mountains or deep within the forests. As long as she wished it, her aura could be completely isolated by a barrier, rendering her undetectable even to Kikyo.

Sabers, spears, swords, halberds, staves, fists, palms, fingers, legs, and claws—these ten supreme martial arts were not only peak techniques of the era, but could also be combined into lethal killing moves, making it one of the most formidable cultivation methods in the world.

Who would have thought that a mere cherry blossom tree could bring a smile to her face, or that a single chance to fly freely through the sky could prompt her to reveal her true heart?

Furthermore, the team members behind him were gradually slowing their pace, while Leng Yunfeng maintained a steady, uniform speed. Such a gap was bound to widen continuously.

The twin-tailed loli held her clothes defensively against her body with an uncomfortable expression, every visit reminding her that other people's chests were larger than hers.

Gradually, fresh blood stained half of the pitch-black void before Hu Ao finally opened his eyes. Instantly, a burst of wild, arrogant laughter echoed through the boundless, empty abyss.

Xiuer turned to look at Hu Ao, who wore a faint smile on his face, shook her head gently, and followed closely behind her grandfather's footsteps out of the room.

A smile played at the corners of Yilan's lips as she averted her gaze elsewhere, a subtle flush of shyness coloring her features. In her heart, she thought that Xu Ruozhao's words were merely an excuse to explain why he was always hovering around her. Love at first sight? Quite a convenient excuse indeed, yet he left everything unsaid, letting the other person figure it out themselves—he was truly a master of playing with ambiguity.

"Hehe... This time is an exception. I volunteered to pass the message along for them," Izawa Shuto shrugged and continued with a smile.

Mixed Team 90 was the first squad among the external recruits to enter the arena, and thus their high-stakes match against the Iron-Blood 8th Team drew countless gazes, with both sides clashing fiercely amidst flying sparks.

For some reason, he always felt that behind those eyes, there ought to have been something more.

Ray unslung the assault rifle from his neck, laid it on the ground, and reached for another sniper rifle. The M40A1 clicked as it was chambered in Ray's skilled hands.

The ancestor of the Zheng family was startled at the sight, a piercing wave of terror surging from the depths of his soul, filling his eyes with dread. Yet, despite their fear, they launched their counterattack at that very moment.

Hosbei surveyed the house and courtyard with satisfaction, walked out the door, and caught a dim glimpse of the vast expanse of bare earth under the moonlight. He paused and gazed out into the distance; this was the only task he had no way of arranging himself.

A sinister smile appeared on Hu Ao's face as he transmitted his voice: "Good! Down fifteen catties right now!" However, with Hu Ao's back turned to the immortals, no one noticed the smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

After all, it remained a somewhat awkward topic. Zhao Jingdong offered an awkward, sheepish smile, took the cup, and drained the water in one go to cover up his embarrassment.

"You summoned us here, Lord Wolf Master, for what important matter? Gak-gak-gak-gak-gak." The black-robed Dique stepped forward and asked in a dry, raspy voice, emitting a chilling, ghastly laugh. Though he laughed, there was not a shred of warmth in it, cold as a machine.

Watching the person you loved deeply about to walk away into the distance with someone else—how excruciating the pain in your heart must be. Apart from regret and resentment toward his own impulsiveness back then, Pianpian simply had no idea what else to do.

"Slap!" A heavy blow landed across his face. Though the force was light, it struck Liu Pingfan's heart with agonizing pain.

Lei Sheng was utterly incapable of capturing Baili Qianxun's movements, causing a tremendous amount of lightning energy to be wasted in vain.

"Hum." The air in the arena rippled violently under the immense impact, and two figures were sent flying out from the center. Baili Qianxun turned pale and spat out a mouthful of blood, struggling helplessly as she tried to regain control of her descending body.

"Wait!" Dongfang Qi's calm, clear voice rang out. Yilu paused in her tracks, while the emperor wore a look of displeasure.