Volume 1, Chapter 24: The Demon-Slaying Sword Formation!

"Many thanks, Young Head of the Academy Shangguan." Chu Tianxing said no more, no longer caring whether Xing Bufan could become a personal disciple.

After all, having comprehended the Nine Arts of Demon Sealing, he could be promoted directly to a personal disciple! Furthermore, during his time in the outer sect, he had awakened his physique and even his bloodline, both of which were also pathways to direct promotion.

He chose not to make this public because comprehending the Nine Arts of Demon Sealing required taking the Demon-Control Pill, which would place his life under the control of the Holy Land. As for his physique and bloodline, they originated from the founding ancestor of the Chu royal family; given the former might of the Chu Kingdom, revealing them publicly might not be a blessing. After all, since the decline of the Chu Kingdom, many powerful factions had come to scavenge for benefits, but none had...

"Is there a specific time?" Wang Ningzhi reached out to caress his wife’s waist, enjoying the delicate skin he touched so infrequently.

"I won't go back; the palace... is filthy," Shen Yanjiao murmured hazily. That final word hit Weisheng Lian like a bucket of ice water poured over his head.

"Then... will you let me go back?" Shen Yanjiao asked tentatively. If Fuqu nodded, she would turn and leave without a moment's hesitation.

Contrary to the silence of the Overlord Gang, the news Yi Fan brought back from the Snake Gang left Li Mu speechless. The Snake Gang had no intention of abandoning their business at the Beiqiang Pier; not only that, they demanded that the Jiuge Gang hand over the entire operation of the pier to them.

After walking for a while, Ye Qiang noticed the number of zombies in the vicinity had decreased. He hopped onto his motorcycle and signaled for Feng Fufu to get on. With a roar, the bike shot forward like an arrow released from a string.

Amidst the falling snow, Ming Qiao allowed his horse to wander along the road. He wasn't afraid of being led into some desolate wilderness, for they had no destination and cared little where they ended up.

Looking at so many faces—some ugly, some beautiful, some wretched, some serene—was, in itself, a process difficult to accept.

In the distance, Wang Yuan immediately sensed that something was wrong. The Wolf King was no fool; having clashed before, it surely knew it could not outmatch Lydia in raw strength. For it to engage so aggressively in a frontal assault meant there had to be a conspiracy.

Beneath its golden hair, the monster’s crimson eyes flickered as it scanned the area. Having quickly determined the direction in which Ye Qiang and his companion had fled, the creature vanished from the spot.

The Garrison Division maintained stations in all eight wards of Ya City. Outside the Renyuan River, they occupied a fairly large compound. Each ward housed about a hundred guards, encompassing their daily lives and needs within these walls.

They each unleashed a single strike with their weapons; the moment they retracted them, the four artillery officials were left unable to move.

Along the way, faint blue fluorescent lights flickered, and Tang Yu burned incense around Li Sansou to prevent him from being encroached upon by certain entities.

"Qin Xue knew earlier than I did. It was a thousand years ago, when the Demon Race entered the Yin Realm Continent from the Primordial Stone Cave."

At first, He Tong, Gu Shanying, and the others disappearing had made him deeply anxious, even furious. But later, as he thrust his sword toward the grey-robed elder, though he failed to land the blow, he sensed a dense ripple in space for a fleeting moment.

However, just as the Night King was about to leave the Dark Abyss, a vicious dragon lunged at him from the void.

But the Nine Spirits Tribe was no longer what it once was. With its momentum now firmly established, even if the Blue Dragon Army were to garrison the area, they would have no way to reverse the situation.

Above Mo Ling'er's head, an island perpetually hovered, shedding endless Yin and Yang energy that cast her in a pristine, flawless light.

The sword light whistled downward, followed by the blade itself, striking with no room for evasion. Countless sharp sword energies erupted simultaneously, forcing everyone nearby to retreat and dodge.

Ning Ke headed straight for the side chamber prepared for her, hurriedly disguising herself as the standard "Young Master Wang" to meet Chu Yuxuan in the front hall.

The origin of his nickname was that every person he killed would have their flesh and blood dissolved, eventually reduced to a skeleton, dying in a truly miserable state.

After speaking, she opened the window and tried to fire her machine gun at the outside. The skill of her movements left Yu Han astonished.

With three explosive sounds, the massive impact made Ye Yu’s body tremble, yet he felt no fear. He swung his hook, flipping the coffin lid onto his back. Holding the Seven-Star Blade, with mist steaming and killing intent soaring to the heavens, he reached the Crow in an instant. His longsword slashed down from high above, the blade's glow piercing the earth.

The next morning, before four o'clock, Yue Longtian was already awake. Back at Niuma Village, he had developed the habit of rising early.

A shrill, yellow wind swept through the black mountain ranges, inadvertently whipping up a cloud of sand and dust. Like mist or thick ink, it expressed a sense of loneliness and desolation in the sky.

"Steward Ma, I'm sorry to trouble you to fetch us two fine horses. Also... after Grandpa Zhang wakes up, please tell him that I will certainly come personally to offer my apologies in the future!" Helian Nuo smiled awkwardly; he had not expected that his arrival would trigger so many chain reactions.

Dongfang Yi took Luo Yixuan's hand and led her to the sofa to sit. Along the way, Luo Yixuan tried several times to pull her hand from his palm, but no matter how she struggled, she could not break free.

Hearing this, Ye Shuqing nodded gratefully, her previous joy completely vanished. Just then, Ma Zhongkun arrived.

If one had to point to the true culprit, it was Sun Daomin; Long Feixiang had been driven to his death by him.

But the lightning was strange. She felt no pain when it struck her; instead, she felt a peculiar sensation. The lightning was not destroying her—it was healing her.

Although Zhang Shaojie was modest, Madonna knew his prospects were limitless, and her heart was filled with sweetness.

It was precisely because of the challenges that there was progress. In this mode of Red vs. Blue confrontation, they mastered a wealth of useful techniques, such as how to fend off enemies, how to resist, and how to counterattack in low gravity, or even when the artificial gravity of a spaceship was destroyed.

"Come on, if we just adapt it according to the original work, it’s nothing but a cliché story of a talented scholar and a beautiful lady. With no suspense and no emotional depth, how could it possibly have good box office returns?" Zhang Shaojie said dismissively.

Even a 700-square-meter residence in Hong Kong would require an expenditure of 4 million Hong Kong dollars. Yet, this yacht floating on the sea was actually cheaper than a building on land, which was truly something to marvel at.

Except for Neo, who carried a large water tank and required two Winged People to help him carry it, the other members of the adventure group could all leap ten meters into the air on their own.

The world of magical beasts was entirely different from the human world. Humans improved their abilities through study and training, but magical beasts did not. The foundation for a magical beast to improve its rank lay solely in the magic core within its skull.