Chapter 48: Journey to Canglang (Expanded by 2,000 words, recommended to re-read)

Seeing the impatience flashing across Feng Yu's face beside Jiang Ji, Feng Xian stopped small talk and stated his purpose directly.

In this ordinary town, there was currently no such person, so eating ice was their best option.

Massive statues collapsed with deafening crashes one after another. Those hiding within the triangular fortress camp in the city were slaughtered one by one. Blood flowed, and even the drifting snow from the mountain peaks could not conceal the piercing crimson.

Zhu Zaihou's methods grew increasingly sophisticated; he suppressed Wang Yuan's son while making the victim genuinely grateful to him.

Zhan Xiao smiled slightly. Although unnecessary, it was evident that Zhi Xing had put genuine thought into visiting her home.

Both the aura and momentum of this angel far surpassed those of the angelic Saint Sang, clearly marking it as a far more terrifying entity.

Passersby outside the shop, seeing how lively it was inside and assuming there were bargains to be had, hurried over to inquire with the staff.

Yet, held in the hand, it felt weightless; such a complete set of anthropomorphic costume weighed less than two pounds.

Jin Yangwei repeatedly wiped the hand that Old Master Wen had just grabbed with a wet wipe. Looking at his thick-calloused, dark, and unimaginably rough hand, even though she scrubbed her arm until the skin turned red, she still felt deeply disgusted.

Zhu Minglang nodded. Upon reaching the King Tier, the disparity in cultivation was stark; a direct confrontation would essentially result in being crushed.

At this moment, Tiansheng was at the absolute peak of both his mental state and his cultivation power. Thus, the moment these demon clans appeared, he detected them. While maintaining a calm exterior, he quietly channeled his Heavenly Genesis Qi throughout his entire body, allowing the Azure Firmament Realm to absorb energy of its own accord.

"What are you doing?" A crisp, gentle voice recalled Chuxiu from her reverie. The half-open door was pushed open from the outside once more, revealing Yun Ci and Zhuying.

The Qi Demon Stronghold that had stood before them moments ago had completely vanished. Neither the gates of the stronghold nor its bizarre structures remained; not a single trace of human activity could be found anywhere on the mountain.

The werewolf Chaos roared, its razor-sharp claws continuously slashing open the Black Turtle's carapace. Its offensive power was simply too formidable; even with the super-defensive pet that was the Black Turtle, each strike sheared away over forty thousand HP, making it unable to withstand five hits.

Meanwhile, back at the main camp, Daoist Zhenhang received their report, yet he felt none of Tiansheng's fury. Instead, a chilling sense of crisis gripped his heart.

"Hahahaha." A group of grown men flushed red at the neck, their faces brimming with lewd smiles.

"Alright, you needn't waste your breath. I have no intention of joining any faction. The auction is about to begin, so I must ask Princess Surou to take her leave." Zhao Yi issued an unceremonious eviction notice.

Ge Yutian sneered as he looked at Chen Langye, his face filled with utter contempt. He believed that Fu Huxing would be more than a match for Chen Langye.

Amidst their conversation, the luxurious mansion landed steadily upon the Red Sea, transforming into an island villa.

Naturally, these were merely speculations made by Lü Xiang'er, Lü Hong, and Zhaoxia. The three of them did not know whether Huo Qingsong was aware of it, nor had they ever told him. This was because Lü Hong had begged Lü Xiang'er back at the Pacifying Prefecture Garrison to let the matter end with Shi Jun and spare Qingya.

Yet there were also clever individuals who thought that someone of the Palace Master's grand ambition and sweeping vision would surely not do anything foolish.

Han Ge caught a hidden meaning in her expression—sleeping in her own room finally made things much more convenient.

Now that his elder brother had started caring about human lives, his younger sister found it hard to believe. Could it be... that her brother had taken a fancy to that girl? Didn't his heart belong solely to Tantai Haoyue?

Captain Chu's immense influence in Japan stemmed primarily from his sprawling family, whose members permeated every sector of the Japanese government, military, and business world.

Numerous elders gazed up at the colossal Azure Dragon in the sky, their expressionless faces betraying their profound shock.

Yet by this point, even a fool could tell that someone must have taken the command token of the Dew-Washing Terrace to enter the premises and plant the Spirit-Suppressing Disk, thereby allowing the members of the Demonic Sect to come and go as they pleased.

Had the venerable monk Xuti not been unable to reconcile Buddhism with demonic arts, and had he not been provoked into a rage by Li Xixi, Li Xixi could never have managed to kill him by sheer luck.

Although Lin Ziyou tried her best to calm her nerves, she still felt somewhat nervous when the time came to sing.

Of course, their cheers were likely driven more by the contribution points won for the victory of Heavenly Mystery.

Meanwhile, Tuoba Tuo adjusted his operational deployments. On one hand, he actively planned his campaign against the Song army, while on the other, he dispatched agents to Pingliang in the Xia State to closely monitor Helian Ding's movements.

Students gradually gathered around them, watching their tight embrace with envy flashing in their eyes.

The strength displayed by Lin Mengxi and Tiantian made it impossible for him not to be astonished. Although their cultivation was at the first tier of the Sword Soul Realm, their combat prowess allowed them to trade blows with experts of the second tier. Among the countless genius talents in the Divine Domain, very few could achieve such a feat.

"Damned renegade Laru! You actually abandoned the noble profession of priesthood and your long-held convictions, falling into depravity and consorting with fugitive criminals!" Hawa roared in indignation, hoping to turn the tide of the situation, but Laru met him with a merciless counterattack.

His nose bore the reddish hue of a heavy drinker, and a prominent potbelly jutted outward—a textbook image of middle age, looking almost identical to the photograph provided by Hanata.

The French man appeared to be roughly the same age as them. His features were passably handsome, yet likely due to his prolonged involvement in the underworld, he radiated a chilling aura of malice, his gaze as cold and ruthless as a lifeless grim reaper from hell.

Raphael's eyebrows knitted slightly. What was the enemy commander trying to achieve by flying out at a time like this? Did he actually expect to negotiate? Raphael recalled that Xuan Yuanbeidu was merely at the mid-stage of Rank A; such a person could be crushed with a single hand if Raphael used his full strength, rendering any compliance with the other's wishes utterly unnecessary.

Tiantian was entirely enveloped in a hazy mist—the physical manifestation of condensed heaven and earth spiritual energy, which allowed her to maintain her peak state at all times. Her ethereal, delicate figure flickered in and out of view, displaying a unique and mesmerizing beauty.

His sharply chiseled, handsome face instantly darkened. After all, she still cared, just as he could never completely ignore his father's dying injunctions.