With the War God's strike about to land square on his face, Wei Zhao's annihilation was all but a foregone conclusion.

Yet at the final instant, Wei Zhao showed no intention of dodging or blocking—he seemed, to all appearances, to have abandoned even the last instinct to survive.

His only remaining action was to slide the Ksitigarbha Blade back into its sheath.

Nothing more.

The instant the Ksitigarbha Blade clicked home, an unprecedented surge of shock energy erupted within Lie Yun's body.

In a gap of less than a millisecond, his five viscera and six bowels were shaken...

A flicker of gloom crossed her eyes. She would not even accept his help—did she truly mean to draw a clean line between them?

The Kunpeng Demon Emperor was no longer seated upon his throne, but he had never once stepped beyond its bounds.

Ning Shanshan had assumed Jin Dongchuan surely could not understand Chinese, and that was why she had spoken to Tao Ran the way she did. Now that she realized what an absurd blunder she had made, her face flushed red, and she hurriedly stammered out a few words of apology along the way, until they arrived at the door of Tao Ran's room.

Footsteps sounded in the courtyard. Hua Xi's body was exceedingly light—she flashed backward at once and slipped into a corner.

"Sold me? How did they sell me? Tell me quick," Ah Huang said, frowning in bafflement at the words.

As for materials, you have to tinker with them slowly, running endless tests and selections, picking the one usable option out of countless possibilities.

"All right—once we get back, have a good sleep, and by the time you wake up tomorrow everything will be fine, trust me." As Tao Ran spoke, he turned the steering wheel, and a crossroads opened up ahead.

"The strange part is that in those several battles with the Insect King, the enemy vanished into thin air every time at the end, leaving not the slightest trace," Huang Qi added.

I did not recognize the man, but I saw Yu Linglong crouching beside him the whole time, as if searching for something near him. Si Guniang and I walked over. Under the lamplight, there seemed to be a tear at the corner of Si Guniang's eye; but when she saw the two of us, she regained her composure in an instant, the lazy smile back on her face.

Yet a doubt had never left his mind: could that pink skeleton in the Reverse Sea Palace have some connection to Hua Yourong? And the weapon the other party wielded was a blood-red dagger as well.

Yet though wings could not be grown, the several horse-drawn sledges Wu Youji had left him offered hope of crossing the snow plains.

The sound came from the street opposite the county office. By the time they waded through the river and pushed on through the rain, they discovered that this was no natural disaster, but a man-made calamity.

"Baby Powder" was packed in a bamboo jar, and Shu Jian Manli often applied it to Man. This stuff of Manli's was really wonderful—after Man used it, he never got a single rash, and it kept mosquitoes and insects away too.

Manli was suddenly at a loss, and beneath it a deeper self-loathing... because she had appeared before him in such a humiliating, crazed state... Manli slowly lowered her hands, her body involuntarily curling up a little again, like a plump caterpillar that cannot bear the sunlight.

It was just like a certain figure on Earth in his previous life who had been dubbed the "national husband"—many people cursed him, but he did not care. Of course, in some respects Ye Xuan was still far stronger than that fellow.

I listened in a fog, drifting hazily off to sleep, though I did think that my mother surely had not had it as good as I did.

A mighty expert at the ninth tier of the Holy Spirit—facing him, in less than a moment, one dead and one wounded, without even a chance to display their true strength?

"Leave this place at once—we of the Red Water are in the middle of a mission!" Evold said in a hard tone.

This was not what Li Min wished to see. In her mind, the princess ought to have retired to Yangzhou with Prince An and laid a lingering regret to rest.

Li Xi gnashed his teeth in thought, yet recalling what Xiao Yi had said and done that day, he felt that the man's illness was in fact far from mild.

As for who it was, Cao Yan did not know; and Cao Zhi, as heir to the Cao family and the eldest son, would not utter a single word of what should not be said.