Great Demon King 24

She always felt that something was amiss, though she could not quite put her finger on it. Every corner of the house was as messy as it had been before she left; Shen Yu had not bothered to tidy up much. Yet, both the bed and the cabinets gave her a strong sense of incongruity, as if someone had come in and rummaged through them.

Qu Yang relied on his hand-to-hand combat skills, while Liu Zhengfeng wielded a sword of unknown origin. The two of them cooperated in an attack against Ding Mian, but both were already severely injured. Qu Yang was struck in the chest by one of Ding Mian's palms, and Liu Zhengfeng's sword was snapped in half by Ding Mian's blade. Regrettably, even by joining forces, they failed to inflict the slightest injury on Ding Mian.

"They have passed. Let us continue." Seeing those lightning figures gradually move away, Chu Yun breathed a sigh of relief. It appeared that this place was the territory of such creatures; if they were to provoke them, it was uncertain whether they would be able to escape. He had heard that most elemental beings possessed extraordinary mastery over magic.

"Ah-Jin!" Noticing Wang Jin's actions, Ren Zhuzhu cried out instantly. Even if she understood nothing else, she knew that one must not go over there at a moment like this.

"Three... Level Three magic..." The tall youth, who had been brimming with confidence moments ago, stood frozen in place upon seeing his opponent actually cast a Level Three magic spell, completely forgetting how to release the wisp of flame in his hand.

"Gino, you made the right choice in deciding this! I will not let you down either; when help is needed, I will certainly help you!" Hugo also made his promise.

Though it was merely a single word, the voice sounded like a tranquil spring in an empty valley, gently striking Han You's heart. A flash of astonishment crossed the depths of his eyes, and the words poised on the tip of his tongue paused there, a rare occurrence.

Seeing Jiang Xinying looking utterly terrified and helpless, like a lamb awaiting slaughter, the fervent heat in Hong Jiu's eyes grew even more intense.

Old Ban captured Tianming and led him all the way inward, only being stopped once they reached Xiang Liang's side.

The sudden silence caused Chen Bo to notice the abnormality of the towering corpse. Following the direction of its gaze, he met the eyes of Xu Yan's detached head looking right at him.

A snake slithered into Gu Miaoting's body, wandering continuously before crawling out of her mouth, only to retreat back inside.

The city gates were already closed, and no one knew of Miss Yuan's movements. Had Qian Fubao been calmer, he might have figured it out, but unfortunately, he had long been harboring a guilty conscience.

As the person was sent away, Mistress Lin's eyes instantly turned red. Clasping Lin Anning, she looked her over from head to toe, breaking down into bitter sobs of heartache out of sheer distress.

Ordinary people could not endure such agony, yet Mo Shainan stubbornly gritted through it, never revealing the slightest trace of it before the Mo family. This level of endurance was something he had never witnessed before.

His purpose in practicing the Dragon-Tiger Supreme Fist for a period every morning was not to master the martial art itself, but rather to enable the true qi within his body to circulate and operate more smoothly and naturally.

Upon hearing Yu Qingwan's words, Mu Hanyanzhi experienced a sudden flash of inspiration, recalling the parting words Yue Ji had spoken before her death. Pondering the meaning of those words closely, it seemed that the reason Hua Yue's father, Hua Guanyu, had betrayed the temple and come to the Holy Continent was precisely because of her.

At the same time, the others were also drawn in by Elder Rong's words, turning their gazes toward him in unison.

Nanke's mother's judgment made Egret even more unable to voice her bitter grievances. Although she served as a maid in the Prince's mansion, her daily duty was merely to keep Jiujiu happy. Unlike now—nominally a concubine, she was treated worse than a menial errand girl of the manor.

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, the person whom Madam Dong had previously dispatched to the Imperial Hospital to summon a physician happened to return.

Titan pondered that his strength as an eighty-sixth-rank Soul Douro was not inferior, being someone who could rival Titled Douro in pure strength alone. Although his opponent's power was formidable, he gritted his teeth, thinking he should be able to endure for three minutes.

An Chongdao studied under an obscure Titled Douro at the Star Luo Academy known as the Blood Sword Douro. Due to the peculiar nature of his martial soul, he required bloodlust to maintain his sanity. Despite his formidable strength, in an era like Shrek's where evil martial souls equated to evil soul masters, he did not dare to show his face in public.

• No way, my luck is simply too good. Why don't I have such romantic fortune?" Zhang Yue said teasingly.

Meanwhile, the people emerged from the intensive care unit, announcing that Sicheng Ye's rescue had been successful and he was temporarily safe.

Meng Shenji, Bai Baoshan, and Zhilin, the three great educators, summoned their martial souls, releasing the formidable pressure of eighty-plus-rank Soul Douros.

The moment they made contact, a heavy internal force emanated from that fist, not only shattering his own Heart-Destroying Palm technique, but followed immediately by a surge of force accompanying that heavy internal energy, striking straight at him.

"Boom, boom, boom..." Instantly, explosions erupted inside the house, and the guards were wiped out on the spot. Seizing this opportunity, Ling Feng and his companions broke into the house, discovering some food in a room on the first floor. Ling Feng instructed the others to carry out a case of beer and a few packs of biscuits.

Xiao Li was Jin Dingming's best sniper. He was a veteran with an outstanding combat record, capable of eliminating any enemy with his skill and marksmanship regardless of distance or weather conditions.

"Bang." Another muffled thud echoed out. Glancing at the man, Ling Feng remained standing motionlessly where he was, before raising the gun in his hand and firing directly at the man.

Sighing slightly, Ling Feng refocused his attention back on the game, which had now entered the white-hot stage of the competition.

Subsequently, a crimson whip shadow carrying scorching flames swept across the malevolent ghosts standing frozen in situ, executed by Ning Qingjun, who had struck with a cold and stern expression.

As the two of them conversed here, the old man revealed only the upper half of his head, his hair stark white and thinning, while his forehead was lined with deep wrinkles.