12 The Scoundrel Chicken Dealer of the Early 2000s (12)

Alan and Martini exchanged blows for more than a dozen rounds, the firelight illuminating the cave brightly.

“You don’t need to worry about this, I’ve taken care of it for you,” Yan Libin said before she could finish speaking. His tone was neither particularly warm nor cold.

“Issue the order: tonight, engage in a direct battle with the Southern Emperor! Annihilate the Southern Emperor and eliminate the prodigious demon of Huaxia!” The Ink Emperor’s voice was solemn and commanding.

At this thought, Lu Wanqing felt a chill run through her heart; she wasn’t sure if all of this was orchestrated by someone behind the scenes.

The old man controlled his lightning, exerting all his shamanic power. Yet at that moment, he was utterly shocked. As he struggled against the giant, his body slid across the ground, furrowing two parallel deep trenches into the earth.

Lin Fan was not in a hurry; he watched the unscrupulous immortal with great interest, seemingly indifferent to the immortal’s decisions.

As for Jian Wentian, he disdainfully refused to explain. Whatever blame was to be borne, he would accept it himself.

“It seems the old man was right—the heavenly dao laws here differ from those outside. My cultivation has been suppressed to a half-step Celestial King,” Yun Yun said, furrowing her brows.

A fifth-grade spirit beast, with strength roughly equivalent to a half-step Celestial Lord, yet Xie Feng showed no fear whatsoever, despite his cultivation being only at the ninth heaven of the Tianyuan Realm.

The roar echoed as the sea of ice and fire collapsed, terrifying aftershocks spreading to engulf the area.

Li Chaosheng wore a short down jacket, seemingly always full of energy, his steps springy as if he had springs under his feet. “Congratulations! Everyone says your strength won the day.” From behind, Li Chaosheng pulled out a bouquet of white balloon flowers—Guān Jū’ěr’s favorite.

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She didn’t finish her sentence, but the implication was clear. Rising, she grabbed Mo Xue and headed out. There were too many paparazzi here; lingering would only invite trouble.

The competition proceeded as scheduled. One month before the event, all the teams had already registered.

But as he tried to stand and take a few steps, the pain was unbearable, and he collapsed back to the ground.

“I’ve seen the five thousand troops King Danyang brought. Their armor… is impervious to swords and blades. Do you realize that?” Luo Yan fixed his gaze on Han Yue.

Confused, the four big boys around looked at each other, unsure why Sun Yifan had summoned them.

“Hehe, I get it. Brother Long, just wait a moment—I’ll personally call her to accompany you!” Upon hearing this, the fellow gave a sly grin, pocketed his money, and slipped out.

After the door closed, Yuan Shengqi shared his plan with me. It turned out he intended to send Yun Tian abroad to find Wu Ningxiang, a suggestion made by Wu Ningxiang herself.

I cried out in pain, then, furious, I turned and bit at it. This time, it didn’t expect that even in such a state, I would retaliate by turning to bite.

Sun Na and I had always been like that—neither of us yielded. However, her clothes were already torn in many places by my claws, losing all their previous grace.

Ye Han was truly angry—not at Ling Xiu, but partly because of Yang Xi, and partly because of himself. At this point, all consequences must be borne by him, whether from enemies or rivals; Ye Han had to play every role.

Fixing my gaze, Qin Xuan saw that the gray mist represented the memories and emotions experienced by these spirits. When the mist dissipated, the spirit would forget everything; even its soul would fragment into countless “gods” and merge with the Nether Sea.

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Upon hearing Ye Lanmo’s words, the Empress nearly spat blood in fury. Now even her words were mere suggestions before this King Li. The Emperor himself had completely forsaken his dignity in such a setting.

For every member of the Creation Sanctuary, this object was akin to an identity card—perhaps even more crucial. With a soul feature code, lifeforms with strong soul control could invade the corresponding member through the sanctuary's facilities.

After all, the earth’s soil had been replaced by Ye Han’s black soil element, which explained its hardness. Yet his body felt as if he had swallowed a bellyful of lead weights—heavy and burdensome. The sudden change left him utterly unprepared and caught off guard.

The Ancient Azure Emperor Ling Weiyang, along with four other ancient emperors, all originated from Earth’s fiery summer. Millions of years ago, when extraterritorial demons invaded, Earth’s human race fought fiercely with the demons. Countless ancient emperors perished on the battlefield. Later, due to the earth’s transformation, the ancient emperors gradually vanished.

After the silence, boundless anger consumed the battlefield. At the foot of Fumo Mountain, the Black Demon King’s massive body trembled midair. Its head was blasted apart, causing unbearable pain.

To bluntly accuse the Emperor of bias and favoritism before the Son of Heaven was a grave disrespect. Feng Jinyu was likely in turmoil—he never imagined the father who had always favored him would be so resolute. Was everything before just an illusion?

The bountiful harvest was enough to make even him smile uncontrollably. Unfortunately, these four special pieces of equipment were not suited for him to use.

Seeing this, Zheng Ying quickly stepped aside, saying, “It is our duty as concubines; there’s no need for thanks from the husband.” Though her words were modest, her heart was secretly pleased.