Volume 1, Chapter 27: The Gluttonous Beauty

Surging soul power blasted toward Mount Daliang; its invisible, formidable aura inflicted direct damage upon the mountain itself.

When Prince Void heard this, his expression shifted slightly. It was clear that Mo Bai’s question had struck a nerve.

Buried alongside them were various prominent figures who had come to offer their congratulations, the most formidable of whom was the Sword Master of the Yellow Springs.

Upon hearing this, the elder was stunned and replied, "That would be... many disciples are still engaged in battle with those demons at the foot of the mountain. Once the Demon Subjugation Array is activated, the resulting carnage will be cataclysmic. How could they possibly withstand it?"

Before leaving, Old Man Fu stuffed a fine purple clay teapot into my hands, claiming it was a gift for accepting him as a student, and insisted that one day he would pay a visit to learn the art of "mentorship" properly. No matter how I tried to explain, Old Man Fu maintained a knowing, conspiratorial expression. Helpless, I accepted the teapot and drove away.

With that, the girl Congcong and her clone kicked off the ground, soaring into the air in a pincer formation. Two whistling sounds followed as massive, flickering fireballs plummeted downward.

The moon tonight was rounder than it had been the past two days. On the White Causeway, the evening breeze brushed against the willow trees, while below on the river, the painted pleasure boats were adorned with lanterns, bustling with the usual extravagance.

The Demon Lord Xueyang wore an expression of disbelief, then flipped his hands, causing hundreds of purple lightning bolts to strike down from the purple-black clouds in the sky.

During his time with the Red Gu, Luo Jiutian had been quite close to Lin Yi, but he hardly knew anyone else among the White Gu. After leaving the Red Gu, too many events had transpired, leaving behind secrets that were now impossible for him to uncover.

He did not intend to kill the beast to complete the mission, as defeating and killing were not the same. Furthermore, a beast at the Nine-Turn Master level possessed immense vitality; its massive body could regenerate flesh and blood. Unless the energy in its dantian was completely exhausted, it could not be slain.

"It is not impossible to spare you two," Ye Zheng mused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at them.

"Liang Sha has already been here to talk about it, and you’ve already agreed. What else is there for me to say?" Zhu Yuyan said indignantly. "You philanderer, I... I truly don't know what to say to you anymore," she added, fuming.

"Who am I? Ha! Supreme Daoist, your memory truly is selective. Have you forgotten the battle at Mount Xuyu over five hundred years ago? Wasn't it you who seized my cave dwelling?" The black-robed warlock looked at the Supreme Daoist with venomous resentment and spoke in a cold, sharp tone.

While Chen Hao and his men held their military council, the Japanese command headquarters was doing the same, attended by Lieutenant General Hyoe Ichinohe of the 17th Division, Lieutenant General Katsuyoshi Tsukamoto of the 6th Division, and Lieutenant General Akira Watanabe of the 3rd Division, who had just arrived that afternoon.

By the time the others reacted, Gu Yu had already strangled one of the assailants. Taking advantage of the moment, Gu Yu scanned his surroundings and saw, not far away, a dozen massive, silver-white snow wolves with lustrous fur standing tall.

Had Dou Xi not mentioned it, Gu Yu would not have felt it, but once the topic was raised, he realized how time had flown; years had passed before he even noticed.

Before the dust settled, the voice of the Resentful Blood Curse Dragon echoed through the haze. Endless darkness instantly swallowed the swirling sand and lunged toward Jiang Bin.

Separating the two sides was what seemed like an invisible line, which also bisected the rectangular desk situated in the center of the room.

Meanwhile, many deities took note of Luo Ran; some turned a blind eye, some gnashed their teeth, others nodded in acknowledgment, and a few approached him.

Surely, the mission the system assigned to Fuminori Sakisaka wasn't just to go on a rampage through this base in the Suijin, was it?

The source of the phenomenon was an inclined cube with sides ten meters long. Over a dozen thick energy conduits were connected to it, causing the entire source to emit a faint, shimmering fluorescence, possessing a breathtaking beauty.

Thus, a chaotic melee between the benevolent dragons and the malevolent dragons erupted. However, unlike previous battles, not a single dragon used Dragon Language magic to attack their opponent—releasing such magic would surely destroy the divine blood entirely.

"It’s not that I don't want to go, it's that I can't." Mature's words left me bewildered, but she had already ascended, so I set the question aside for the time being.

Every brilliant strategy can achieve unexpected victory when used for the first time. But if one tries to use it a second or third time, or even after a thousand years, it inevitably becomes a tiresome burden.

Seeing Li Tian walk out of the police station, the foreigner was clearly dissatisfied and shouted several times at the other officers. However, after an interpreter came down and whispered a few words in his ear, the foreigner became much more docile, clutching his head as he walked out of the station.

Just then, two police cars arrived, accompanied by two officers. They were decent vehicles—Shanghai Volkswagens. Their front ends looked like they would handle well. Borrowing police cars for a race—only Li Tian could come up with such an idea.

This was also Lin Lei's question. In his long-held view, sentient beings were born to understand the universe; this was one of the ultimate pursuits of intelligent life.

In an instant, blood splattered. A head rolled onto the floor of the room; the Jonin who had been plotting his clever schemes was now dead, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Qin Feng revealed a faint smile. He scanned left and right, and seeing that only he and his father were in the great hall, he gave his father a meaningful look.

However, Bahamut had misjudged this point: when the stone tablet was not in use, it had no weight, but when it was being used, it became incredibly heavy—a very peculiar property of the stone.

"Alas, you are still a child, while I have grown old," Black Sha’s voice echoed, dripping with a trace of lament.

"As expected of a one-hundred-percent virtual reality, it is truly identical to the real world," Hong Wu exclaimed, stepping into the mountains.

Xu Zhengfan’s face broke into a smile. He knew that with this strike, Hong Wu would surely die. Of course, he himself would be in no better shape; the desperate attack from Fang Yu was nothing to scoff at. Blade light filled the air, and even if he could block a few, the others would still leave him gravely wounded.

"Rumble!" A violent explosion erupted on the road behind them. A fireball, shaped like a mushroom cloud, soared into the sky, the flames licking ten meters high. Even from such a distance, the blast wave could be felt inside the cab; one could only imagine the sheer power of the explosion.

In any case, with the search speed of those from the Holy Mountain, they wouldn't be able to catch up. They could rest for the night before moving on.

At this, Chang Zhenglin could barely keep his composure. Fortunately, Mrs. Chang, mindful of her husband's dignity, only allowed the moment to last for an instant.