So, the host is such a sly fox? (Episode 2)

The rest of the group were equally terrified. In their current state of being completely at the mercy of others, although they hadn't seen the sword qi, they could acutely feel its destructive power.

With a loud crash, Shen Zhe felt the oppressive force that had just pinned him down vanish into thin air.

Yet, bizarrely, several objects resembling the tentacles of a subterranean octopus suddenly appeared on the ground near him, writhing limply and rolling around.

The bodies of the other four also broke free from their restraints. They could now be considered—

Zhu Hui, the Grand Eunuch of the Palace of Peaceful Serenity, was Empress Zhang's trusted aide and also one of the senior chamberlains within the Directorate of Palace Attendants. Since the Directorate primarily served the emperor, empress, and imperial concubines, it naturally possessed a specialized eunuch hierarchy dedicated entirely to the empress.

Out of every hundred immortal cultivators, only one could possibly become an alchemy apprentice, and the actual ratio might be even scarcer. In short, all of them were mere mortals.

Using the carcass of the Seven-Star Electric Ray as a shield to withstand the raw power of the lightning and the self-detonation of the lightning beasts, Beyoncé finally managed to catch her breath. With a supreme effort, she successfully escaped the Thunder Marsh alive.

Having been together for so long, this was the first time Ye Lanyan had so explicitly said "I love you" to Zhan Mushen.

That very night, Shangguan Zili was still waiting in the old house for Xiu Xiu and the other beasts. Ouyang Shengge went to the Heavenly Palace alone to seek out Ye Fengyi.

"What about those enforcers? How many enforcers are there here, and what is the relationship between those enforcers and the lord?" Shangguan Zili continued to press, refusing to let the matter drop.

Commander Wu Di sank deep into thought, the muscles on his face twitching uncontrollably as his gaze grew vacant and unfocused.

They were all very young cultivators. They had heard their predecessors talk about how difficult it was to qualify as an alchemy apprentice, but experiencing it firsthand was an entirely different story.

By this time, Shangguan Zili had completely lost consciousness, failing to notice a man in white standing on a nearby rooftop, gazing darkly toward the direction of the main courtyard. When he saw Shangguan Zili struck unconscious by spellcraft, a rich, dense murderous intent flashed within his gentle eyes. He clenched his fists so tightly that his fingernails pierced his palms, drawing drops of crimson blood.

"Mom, I want to go too," Leng Ningyan struggled as she scrambled outside, only to collapse unconscious onto the ground after taking a single step.

"Number Fifteen, Number Sixteen, are you thirsty? Would you like me to get you something to drink?" Li Dantong asked.

They had no idea that Song Jia had previously endured the mortal threat of the "Seven-Night Consecutive Death Curse," nor that she had experienced the terrifying assault of the Seven Swords alongside Tang Chuan.

Clang, clang, clang, clang. Four crisp sounds of metal colliding rang out as the throwing daggers hurled by Mei, Lan, Ju, and He collided violently in mid-air with the dagger thrown by the burly Russian man, after which all of them clattered onto the dining table.

Gu Bai panted heavily, his nostrils flared like those of an enraged bull, dilating and contracting as he spewed thick, ragged breaths. This man, who was as venomous as a viper, was not dead yet.

Perhaps this was precisely the reason why Necromancers became the common target hunted down by all mages and stood as enemies of the entire world.

Upon hearing Deputy Director Lin's explanation of the origin and details, Liang Chen did not waste another word, directly leading the criminal investigation officers of the Provincial Public Security Department straight to that bar. At that moment, the bar was completely empty. Liang Chen sat down at a booth in the corner of the hall and slowly closed his eyes.

Huang Yuan listened in silence as a wave of sorrow surged through his heart. He simply could not comprehend why the brothers who had shared life and death with him would ultimately turn around and betray him alongside Wang Tingbiao.

Liu Qianjing lowered her gaze slightly, staring at the elegant and irregular grain of the bamboo table. Just as it had been three years ago, what she wished to see was a struggle for supremacy across the realm between heroes and overlords, each standing as the supreme titan of their domain, rather than a game of chess whose endgame had already been played out.

A person who could take lives with a mere wave of his hand and summon the dead with an incantation actually claimed he wanted to be a good person.

Not to mention, Daiyu had originally intended to do just that. With plenty of people on her side, she wouldn't have to fear being ostracized by the Jia family, would she? Yet clearly, there was no longer any need to voice these thoughts; since Nurse Yang had brought it up, she naturally had her reasons.