131 The Demon King 10

The voice was exceptionally eerie. Although she was standing right before his bed, the words seemed to emerge from a dark, frigid hell. Yang Yun felt a chill run down his spine, his skin prickling with goosebumps as his heart pounded incessantly in his chest.

Nianxiu reached out to place her teacup on the table. She picked up the tweezers beside the incense box, clamped a piece of incense, and placed it into the burner. Closing her eyes slightly while inhaling the drifting fragrance, she sat with her hands resting on her knees.

However, this old companion spoke only of wine and avoided any talk of business. Furthermore, there was not a trace of a sea pearl to be seen on the deck.

The first incident, the second... From initial disbelief—unable to fathom that his own father could commit such appalling acts, treating human lives as mere numbers in a game—Kadala eventually reached a state of understanding.

How could Xiren Nuan allow Xiao Qingfeng to wait so comfortably for his skill cooldowns? Rising from the ground, she immediately struck toward Xiao Qingfeng’s back with a Mountain Crashing Strike.

The next morning, leaving Uncle Tian and an ailing crew member to guard the shipyard camp, the rest followed Brother Lin on a journey around the island.

Ouyang Fan, Great Demon King, Xiao Qingfeng, and Xiren Nuan all turned pale upon seeing the attributes of Kaliyasis. A peak half-step Mythical rank—he had challenged almost every Apostle and lost only to the First Apostle, making him the most terrifying Apostle to have appeared thus far.

I called Wang Jilai, who said he sensed the sorcerer was along the banks of the Chao Phraya River, likely in the black market. He was on his way there. I wanted to warn him not to act rashly, but he had already hung up.

Dust billowed like mist. Amidst the haze, wisps of wind were visible; the sound of the wind was like a flute, yet the world itself seemed deathly silent.

Ditings hands were trembling uncontrollably. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he were struggling to suppress the grief in his heart. A single crystalline tear slowly traced a path down his distorted face.

Seeing Xue'er sitting obediently in his arms, he silently smoothed her hair. "My name is Shenlong Jinchen, founder of the L.X. Group."

A vast, righteous power gradually merged with the Fire Qilin Snow. It was him; everything was because of him. He would make amends for everything, for the mistakes of the past.

"Regardless of whether the other party has recognized you or knows who you are, the two of you listen to me: until the moment the match begins, you are both to stay in your rooms. No going out." Alan issued an order that left them in despair.

Therefore, even though Tang Chen sensed a few clues, he merely treated it as a puzzle-solving game and did not pay much attention to it. However, since the topic had come up, Tang Chen felt there was no harm in being curious.

"Ahem! Junior Brother Zhao, that person seems to be the legendary Young Sect Master!" the Fifth Elder reminded the Ninth Elder with a gloating tone.

Left behind by Wanying for about half a stick of incense, Liu Chenyang prepared to return to his room to rest. Just as he reached the corner of the second floor, a figure flashed past downstairs. Liu Chenyang narrowed his eyes warily—it was that familiar figure he had seen repeatedly.

With a single strike, an aura as unstoppable as the forces of nature swept across the space, tearing it asunder. Xu Mo wore a solemn expression, his hands gripping the hilt of the divine sword high above his head, as if he were tilting the very heavens.

If adversity reveals true feelings, then what should one call the ability to sacrifice oneself without hesitation at a life-or-death moment to give one's companions a chance to live?

Liu Weina suppressed her inner grief and pried at the man’s hand with all her might. The man groaned in pain, but showed no sign of letting go.

Later, when she and Ye Ting went to the newly developed area, Ye Ling had set an ambush. It nearly cost her her life and caused the loss of many of her brothers; Cai Ming had almost died that day as well.

The young man in white suddenly tilted his head and laughed. His laughter seemed mocking, yet tinged with sudden realization, his eyes flashing with a bright light.

Krauch decided not to wait any longer. He submitted a substitution request: Hao Junmin replaced Li Qiao. The change would happen at the very next dead ball.

Deng Qian’s words made sense, and everyone nodded in agreement. Shi Mu looked at the original-skin Sun Wukong with the Punish spell and fell silent.

After Shi Yu finished his message, the host added a few words, took out a cue card, and read the rules for today’s match.

"Senior Brother, try this." In the hall of a restaurant, the disciples of the Five Spirit Sect sat at tables in two groups. Hua Muning naturally acted thick-skinned and sat at the same table as Meng Li, even picking food for him.

The routed Yuan soldiers brought news of the name of the enemy who had defeated them. Zhu Ling’s lieutenant was killed on the spot by Gao Shun, commander of the Trap Camp. Even Qu Yi’s eight hundred "Death-Defying" soldiers were overwhelmed by Gao Shun's troops, suffering heavy casualties.

Shi Mu nodded; the rules were reasonable and not determined by a single win or loss.

However, they were too far away. Awei could not see their faces clearly; he could only remember the general colors of their clothes and their builds.

A sharp pain pricked his neck as Gu Chen’s sword pressed forward, the tip resting against his throat and leaving a thin red line.

If Liu Feng had jumped in front of him and tried to use the Sheep Staff, he could have cast "Magic Immunity." With those six seconds of immunity, he could have used his feet to maneuver the Sheep Staff onto the enemy Zhou Yu in front of him.

She had remembered everything he said and integrated it with her own understanding. Even if it wasn't entirely correct, it was seventy or eighty percent accurate, which was quite impressive for a beginner.

"Preposterous! Is this how you use the phrase 'open the channels of speech to survive the catastrophe'? Opening the channels of speech does not mean you should be engaging in idle gossip." Muluo said indignantly. Li Yu, seeing his innocent expression, shook his head and ignored him.

A girl from the new intake had once interviewed Ye Chen as a campus reporter and had started pursuing him afterward. During that time, she often came to their lab to bring things for Ye Chen, and everyone in the lab had an impression of her.

Wang Jiran was truly handsome; looking at him for a while was a treat, provided he was in a good mood.

Actually, one couldn't blame Zhao Jun. Who could blame Director Zhao for being in such high spirits right now?

"Once I'm out, I swear, I will make sure you rot in prison for the rest of your life!" Zheng Yi struggled to pull away from Old Chen’s hand, giving him a fierce glare in return. Old Chen pursed his lips, then dragged the box away, turning and walking out of the room without a word. The iron door closed with the clatter of the locking mechanism, and silence returned to the place.