He looked up at the sky, the clouds drifting lazily across the horizon. The sunlight spilled onto the earth, casting gentle shadows beneath the ancient trees. A faint breeze carried the scent of distant flowers, and for a moment, everything seemed suspended in tranquil silence.

After Su Yun finished moving her belongings, she was drenched in sweat. What had started as just a suitcase and a quilt had now multiplied into several boxes. The air conditioning in the car was pleasantly cool. Su Yun took a sip of water and looked out at the rapidly passing scenery.

“Miss Su, what’s in the box beside you?” Xiao Zhang, who had noticed the long box next to Su Yun’s seat, asked curiously. He had just tried to lift it into the car when Su Yun...

“Shut up! Say another word and you’ll spit blood till you die!” The mutilated ghost smiled without answering, instead slapping Mad Sen on the back and letting his hands roam across various acupuncture points there.

The thugs on the ground looked at Ling Tian, who seemed like a demon, and pleaded, “We’ll never dare again, please let us go.” None of them wanted to end up like the troublemaker and become eunuchs.

“Brother Tian will never leave Kexin, never,” Ling Tian replied, looking at Kexin, who was already rambling incoherently.

Looking up, he saw those skeletal soldiers and the guards of the Sun Empire he had once encountered. Apart from their armor and weapons, there was little difference.

Inside the White Bear Club Casino, Sonochina sat beside Lykes, watching the angry expression on his face.

“Mmm!” I nodded in agreement. After all, I hadn’t eaten all night, then slept through the entire day. If I didn’t eat something now, my body wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“Wow, you’re that powerful? Does that mean you’ll have to help me level up from now on?” Li Xiang said with exaggerated affection.

One day, the general finally erupted, leading hundreds of thousands of slaves from all races to rise in rebellion. That time, rivers of blood flowed.

But they also understood that the true mastermind of this journey was the lineage of the Fire-Crested Golden-feathered Fowl, which was currently the most prosperous among the Nine Bloodlines, its followers making up nearly forty percent of the entire Nine Demon Sect.

The other human clans at the tables sat in silence, knowing that the Celestial Emperor was the supreme existence. Not to mention the unreachable eighth stage Celestial Emperors—even a low-ranking Celestial Emperor could obliterate them all right there.

If not for an incredible stroke of luck, it would have been impossible for his lightning energy to undergo another transformation.

That burly man never once looked Wang Yu in the eye. How could an ant from the lower realm compare to a god who had cultivated in the Divine Realm for tens of millions of years?

Under the protection of the remaining generals, all the feudal lords began leading their armies at full speed away from the distant wind pillar.

To say nothing of mere dust—even if they couldn’t see their own hands in front of their faces, what was there to fear with their level of cultivation?

Yet Chen Xingyu seemed not to harbor any hostility toward him, nor did he intend to show off or reveal his own strength.

Lu Yixian turned her head away and moved another seat over, clearly not wanting to talk to him anymore.

Though only two Demon Emperors stood at Wang Yu’s side, their strength far surpassed that of ordinary Demon Emperors. They had never truly fought, but the Star Demon Emperor could sense that the two with Wang Yu were terrifying beyond measure.

And her voice, utterly devoid of emotion and carrying an inexplicable meaning, sent a chill through Chen Xingyu’s entire body.

Crimsonflame had never spoken to him of these matters, nor had he ever considered them. Now, faced with the White Tiger, he began to ponder the question for the first time.

“This outfit is so pretty—I fell in love with it at first sight. The further west we go, the colder it gets. Do you want to freeze me to death?” Li Siguang rolled her eyes as she spoke.

But Lin Yun still sensed a multitude of flaws. There was much potential yet to be unlocked in the power of this astral scroll.

With a thunderous crash, the massive body of the Blood Martial Golden Elephant was temporarily restrained. No matter how it struggled, it could not move more than a couple of yards, and its actions became sluggish.

Mu Guiyun truly couldn’t fathom what Old Lin of the Eastern Emperor’s court was up to. But since he was there, he chose to settle in, drinking tea and resting with Old Lin.