Chapter 136: The Great Demon King 15

If possible, Yan Fei really wanted to shut the beautiful Mei's mouth—and of course, using his own lips would be the best way! Why go looking for trouble like this? Wouldn't it have been enough to save the person and leave the rest to that Emperor?

"That was in the past, not anymore." As he spoke, Yang Guo'an glanced at the table, and seeing the blueprints of a ship, paid no further attention.

Early in the morning, just as dawn was breaking, an RV was parked quietly in an open space a few miles away from the Xuanwu Base.

All of this had long been anticipated by Chu Tian, yet he never expected his aunt to harbor such deep resentment toward his grandmother. What on earth was wrong with this family? Why did everyone look at each other with such hostility? Exactly when would his father start treating his mother well, and when would his aunt forgive everyone in the household?

"Senior Brother Yan's primordial spirit is severely injured, and his primordial core has cracked. Without three or four years, he won't be able to recover. Where is that wretch called Ye Ziyu now?" Li Jiayuan's tone was filled with fury.

Having eliminated the final threat, Helian Nuo finally let out a long sigh. Without the assistance of soul power, he finally felt how difficult combat could be and realized how overly reliant he had been on soul power and soul techniques in the past. Now that he had lost that crutch, he suddenly felt somewhat clumsy.

"No, that's not right," Ye Yu pondered inwardly. Since he possessed the peerless divine artifact of the Pear-Snow Azure-Eyed Dragon King, why would he target the Seven-Star Child? That wasn't the Primordial God-Devouring Halberd, but rather a replica forged from the pear tree spirit's own vital essence, which was why he could summon the artifact spirit so easily.

These were the top ten experts of the Death Camp, yet it remained a mystery how one could ascend to this Death-Defying Rankings.

Xia Tian nodded in understanding. The initial cultivation levels in the Demonic Realm were very high, with Golden Core experts far outnumbering those in the other realms, but super experts representing the upper tier of power were extremely scarce due to the limitations of demonic arts.

The blood-red spear was like a divine dragon. A haughty aura radiated from between his brows as he looked down with disdain upon all the experts of the Misty Rain Tower. To think that a mere youth at the fifth rank of the Avatar stage could frighten the Tower Master into such a state—he truly wondered what was going on in the Tower Master's mind.

Upon hearing the sound of retreat, these people had already given up resisting. Once the main army fell back, would they still have any chance of survival?

Farr's mind instantly grew dizzy. Subconsciously, he drew the dagger he always carried, a dazed look on his face, and shuffled step by step toward the corpse lying quietly upon the stone platform.

What they wanted to create was a biological weapon that was obedient, capable of executing their orders, and one that would treat one of them as its absolute master. However, because of the contingency plans left by these Wei people, these originally loyal hounds had now turned into vicious wolves.

Just as everyone was engaged in a heated uproar over the topic of forgery, the internet trolls, who had previously been attacked and forced into hiding, immediately resurfaced and insolently dropped a video.

Lucien's sudden appearance angered more than just Viktor; Amelia's eyes burned with equal fury. Being nearly stripped of her life by Lucien's subordinate werewolf that night and plunged into an endless, unawakening slumber was, to the proud Amelia, an indelible humiliation.

Qin Tian didn't dare to strike the third blow. He was afraid that if he did, he would have to find a different way to punish Xiao Mei. As he well knew, his self-control in front of Xiao Mei had always been practically nonexistent.

"It's too late, you should go back!" Ouyang Ying'er shook her head and said with concern.

"Bang!" A gigantic butterfly materialized beneath Uchiha Sasuke's feet—precisely one of the summoning beasts that Sunflower had previously hired ninja to capture.

Instead, a deep yearning welled up from the depths of her soul. Without waiting a moment longer, regardless of the fact that Wang Kun was still inside, Zhu Xinyu bolted straight in.

She was well aware of the trump card in her hands; it was Lu Jue's weakness. He had forced her into this—if she wasn't going to have a good time, he wouldn't get off easily either.

For the number of twinkling stars in the sky was increasing exponentially, long exceeding nine stars, and their positions were entirely wrong!

"That was close!" As he pulled his consciousness back into his body, Fang Chen broke out in a cold sweat. The moment that terracotta warrior had moved, he had seen an endless sea of blood surging toward him, as if intending to suppress his soul.

"What?!" Luo Hao was so startled that he spilled his tea. He had already overestimated the cost, thinking it would take at most the wealth of an entire city to acquire them, but he never imagined he would have to sell the entire ancient kingdom of Kunwu just to exchange for a hundred such pills. It was simply incredible; he never knew alchemists could make so much money.

Not far from them, a pair of eyes within the green grass was staring fixedly at Fang Chen, particularly at the Hundred-Herb Token hanging from his waist.

Luo Hao composed himself and, ignoring the astonishment of the crowd, declared, "To untie the spell, one must seal the source. I have completely sealed the thunder magic restrictions. From this moment on, no Thunder God will ever be born here again." He spoke very casually, but to the listeners, it sounded like a bolt from the blue.

At this moment, his silence was meaningless. In truth, his mind was utterly blank; he wasn't thinking about anything at all—he was simply zoning out.

An expert at the late Dharma Manifestation stage, dressed in white, with a refined and scholarly demeanor, yet sporting a thick beard.

Even though the clone's ambition had inflated to the extreme, when facing his true original body, he still felt his soul trembling.

"Indeed." Sean nodded, then raised his right arm and thrust his palm forward. His arm instantly vanished without a trace, as if it had reached into another spatial dimension.