Volume 1, Chapter 40: Why Are You So Foolish

Atush took the initiative to approach the Seven Saints precisely because he fancied that they were all young demons. The oldest among them, the Bull Demon King, was only about five thousand years old, while the youngest, Sun Wukong, was merely five hundred.

Instantly, within the camp of the Legion of Holy Mages, the figures of Despicable Xia and the Boar-Faced Tiger were completely exposed.

Back in the day, Xu Renying had prepared for his heavenly tribulation for a very long time. With the help of his sect's elders and after surviving a narrow brush with death, he had managed to cross it. Even so, he was hailed as the most brilliant disciple in the history of the Mount Shu Sword Sect.

Shen Mo did not care what state Gao Ming had ultimately been bitten into by that Doberman. Upon returning from the shopping mall, looking at his newly purchased suit and leather shoes caused another wave of heartache.

A ghostly aura, several times denser than the previous Ghost Fist, transformed into a ghostly tide, sweeping overwhelmingly toward Shen Mo. As if that were not enough, the figure in the black robe pulled out a bizarrely shaped bone flute from his bosom and placed it to his lips, blowing fiercely.

Instructing the other party to continue monitoring Wu Guoqi's family, Qingfeng offered Elder Qin an apologetic smile, conceded the match by discarding his piece, and then walked toward a gourd enshrined at the very bottom of the Patriarch's Hall.

However, to Emil's frustration, the three Vampire Marquises and the three Wolf Kings immediately turned their bodies away, pretending to engage in a discussion while directly ignoring Emil's gaze.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaofeng looked with guilt at Tang Xuerou and Chu Xin'er lying beside him, thinking resentfully and unwillingly in his heart.

Luo Julong gazed at Huang An's retreating figure, frowning and letting out a cold snort. Although he said nothing, it was evident that he was extremely displeased with Huang An's arrogant and aloof attitude.

Li Haofan was left dizzy and disoriented by the massive roof beam, and having inhaled a great deal of dense smoke, his consciousness became somewhat hazy.

Since it was an ancient formation, the core of the formation was naturally eerie and unpredictable, never remaining in a fixed location and making it difficult to locate. Generally speaking, however, it naturally still remained within the spiritual array itself.

She was all alone, feeling somewhat hollow and desolate. Remembering her Senior Brother's heartlessness toward her, her eyes grew moist before she knew it.

Yet who could have known that the moment she jumped out of Yanci's body, Shilu was struck by a chandelier a second later, not to mention that idiot Shang Yueze, who failed to save anyone and nearly got himself killed in the process.

However, the crowd paid it no mind. After all, the Demonic Realm and the Righteous Path had been at odds since ancient times. Although there had been some gossiping whispers before, now that Rong Qing was getting married, they naturally assumed those rumors were all false.

"Very well." Yan Ruoge surveyed the surroundings, uttered a word of praise, and then lifted the quilt, preparing to get out of bed.

Once even this framework collapsed, the Myriad Spirit Slaughter Formation would be completely broken. The countless yin demons suppressed within would then be entirely released, bringing yet another colossal disaster to the realm defying the heavens and plunging all living creatures into misery.

This idea had never crossed her mind before because such medical skills simply did not exist in this era, nor were the conditions available to achieve it.

He still remembered how the young man could remain calm and collected while placing a bet in front of so many people, and how he could stare unflinchingly at the smell of blood while uttering words more terrifying than the King of Hell.

The jealousy of the rebellious phoenix was also quite intense. Clearly a man of unpredictable temperament, he was surprisingly easy to coax in her presence.

Chu Tiankuo, however, was covered in cold sweat from exhaustion. Tremblingly, he rose to relight the candles in the room.

Hearing his father's words, a question suddenly flashed through Su Qian'ai's mind: Why wasn't it Cheng Yining inviting her himself, but rather having her father use the excuse that his parents cared deeply about her?

After imparting this set of internal cultivation techniques, Jun Yichuan took his leave of the Worthy Prince's Mansion. Aotian Qi, who understood Jun Yichuan's personality, did not press him to stay. Just like that, Nangong Yi'er's life returned to normal, though her daily routine now consisted of sitting cross-legged in her room to practice that set of internal energy techniques.

Lian Zhou was awakened by a sharp, delicate pain around her waist. A powerful external force was being applied to the wound on her waist. She felt extremely uncomfortable, and thus pushed hard against the culprit causing her agonizing pain. Yet somehow, the harder she pushed, the more distinct the touch wrapped around her waist became, and the more agonizing her wound grew.

A bearded middle-aged man walked in at this moment, looking at Tingyan without a shred of emotion in his eyes, exactly as if he were looking at a beggar lying by the roadside.

Yiyi and Ziyun Ling were astonished upon seeing Ice Rain behind me, unable to utter a word for a long time even after noticing me.

"Then you should step down. The one who rules the darkness among the strong is me!" the Dark Demon God said with a gentle smile.

The crowd suddenly understood. Why hadn't they thought of this earlier? Just as Yunluo wanted to say that if the old man didn't want to come, he shouldn't be forced, Liu Qitian had already vanished. A portion of the remaining people descended the mountain, while the rest stayed on the summit.

In Aotian Qi's heart, no one could ever replace Murong Xue'er in the position of principal wife! In a fit of anger, he flicked his sleeves and prepared to enter the palace to seek an audience with the Emperor.

"No, they've only been training soldiers these past few days. Only General Mingyi went out, and he didn't take any soldiers with him." Yang Yan withdrew his spiritual sense and spoke to Fang Haoting.

I let out a sigh of relief, used a healing potion, and then, alongside Qiushuijinhuuyue, unleashed all my skills directly onto the ground.

"Perhaps they guessed all along that we would think this way," muttered Mondecom. Of course, he also knew how absurd this reasoning sounded, which was why he didn't say it out loud.

Xu Feifei grabbed her waist as she got up, discovering that her body lacked the usual soreness and didn't feel as uncomfortable. She immediately felt satisfied with her physical condition.

Qian Ren did not move; instead, he tightened his embrace around her, lowered his head to kiss the corner of her lips, and the upward curve of his mouth revealed his satisfaction with her performance at that moment.

During dinner just moments ago, Qian Ren had noticed that Xu Feifei had only symbolically taken a single bite of each dish. Based on her usual appetite, it could hardly be said that she had eaten well or eaten her fill.

It wasn't until Gong Jiu's gaze inadvertently shifted to the brain that had been smeared out and flattened like a sheet of parchment that he noticed a microscopic change taking place within it—yet at the same time, it seemed as though nothing had happened at all.

"Discard—discard—Engine Number Three." In truth, at this moment, Zhou Xin had merely regained consciousness and had not yet recovered his normal cognitive faculties; he was simply repeating Atlas's words subconsciously. However, that was already enough.

Ning Li, however, gave no room for argument, drew the Myriad Heavens Ribbon from the maid's sleeve, and took the initiative to launch an attack on Yue Meng.

"This... I'm afraid it will be hard on Yu'er..." Seeing that his objective had been achieved, Imperial Concubine Ying's gaze toward Rui Tianyu grew even gentler.

He had successfully resurrected Cheyue, but looking at that face identical to A Tao's, he knew he had made a mistake.

At this moment, the expression on his handsome face was one of playful amusement. Contrasting sharply with his usual icy expression, he looked as though he were watching a fine show—devoid of even a shred of seriousness, roguish, wicked, and brimming with an innate, unbridled dissoluteness.