Let me see who has yet to evolve.

“Damn it, is there no justice left in this world? Has heaven really taken a disliking to me?” Such was the inner cry of despair from a certain director.

Everyone thought at least they had battled the Nine-Tailed Fox, but as captain, he had been caught in the Dream Demon’s trap, lost in blissful slumber at that time.

Shen Tian had remained silent since sitting down, but as the Ten Elders departed, he watched them leave with a cold sneer until their figures vanished, then finally withdrew his gaze.

The Nine-Headed Demon Scorpion had no time to react before Shen Tian’s fist struck it, sending it flying backward. The scorpion screamed in agony at once.

Having been toyed with repeatedly, Mu finally snapped. With his other hand, he grabbed the black fox’s neck fur and pressed it to the ground. Yet the fox refused to let go, desperately tearing at Mu’s wrist, widening the wound.

Tao Zhuhu was furious at the scene. The boatman clung to his waist, trying to delay him, but how could that stop Tao Zhuhu? Tao bent low, countered the boatman’s hold, then spun in place, exerting force with his waist and hands, tossing the boatman aside.

He had used “White Prison” on the white energy being, having previously employed it to protect Silas. If those two were truly Silas and Eleanor, they must know he was nearby then.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone turned their gaze to Zhao Tingzhu—especially Lord Long and Zhang Mingyue. Their looks toward Zhao Tingzhu were riddled with complexity, as if unable to fathom what the Magistrate of the Imperial Court intended.

Ye Luo snorted coldly. Apologize? What a joke! Likely those two ancestors were lying in wait just outside.

No sooner had Hong Jun finished speaking than a thunderous boom echoed from the sky, and then streams of violet vapor appeared in the primordial void. Seeing them, Hong Jun exclaimed in surprise, “This is Primordial Violet Qi! Why has Primordial Violet Qi appeared?”

“Heh! I am the Daoist of the Wooden Sword. That painting is a sacred relic of my sect,” the old man replied with a smile. He didn't call himself “this humble Daoist,” but used “I” like an ordinary person. His speech was unlike a Daoist, nor did he radiate any extraordinary aura. No matter how you looked, he seemed a plain, unremarkable old man.

“Don’t panic! Turn off the flashlight first!” Though Principal Wolf was flustered, he still knew how vital the flashlight’s beam was for the two of them.

But at this moment, he could not feel his body. To him, it was a stroke of luck; without sensation, he felt no pain.

“We actually don’t know much about it. At the time, we all fainted. When we woke up, the Blood Demon Ancestor was dead, his skeleton shattered. I reckon some mighty elder was secretly aiding us!” Lin Sheng explained.

“I know, you mean that pistol, right?” Jessica interjected, nearly causing Lin Xia to die of frustration.

“Will you talk or not?” Tang Hao grabbed Bai Lier’s soft, delicate hand, feeling quite pleased.

Stunned, Feng Li pulled Xin’er’s hand and escaped at full speed, running until the strange person’s presence faded. Only then did Feng Li and Xin’er finally stop.

Lin Xia chuckled, “Of course I have dragon crystals, but I don’t intend to sell them. I’ll keep them for myself, since I’m a mage, after all!” His words held a hidden edge.

Beigong was the center of cultivators’ residences, filled with clubs where practitioners discussed cultivation challenges. It was one of the rare places where the atmosphere of Daoist arts was at its best.

When everyone saw the command flag of Tianchu Palace, the scene quieted instantly, and they listened intently for the most authoritative news.

Zhao Baoyu examined the ring in his palm, his face grim. By rights, Elder Zhao said it would protect him and should be able to sense Ba Mie.

Li Ziyun suddenly cursed herself inwardly. What’s going on? I’ve managed singlehood for years, so why am I feeling lovesick now?

But it couldn’t be just the chieftains who understood the power of Great Jin; the ordinary tribes lacked such awareness. Now, after their southern journey, seeing countless military garrisons, all eight thousand cavalrymen had a clear sense of the disparity.

Yan Tong kept dodging, acting as though he struggled, deliberately putting himself in frequent peril.

Huang Tianjun made a gesture, and a stone shot out from the deep pit and landed in his hand. He crushed it directly.

She intentionally ignored what Yu Beibei had said about “harming people,” firmly believing Yu Beibei was the culprit who harmed Yu Manman.

Later, it was learned that a man named Jiang Mingjun sought out Tang Fangya, saying his sister—Jiang Mingyue—was innocent.

As for Dou Lin’an, under that force, his body vanished entirely, leaving only a crystal-clear hand bone rolling amidst the aftermath.

Though he had been awkwardly captured by Jiumozhi, every skill he possessed was top-tier in the martial world. At least, so long as the Six Meridian Sword worked, he could spar with any master.

“None of my eighteen wives have enough merit! I must stay here to accompany them!” Hua Wuhen declared heavily.

Not until four thirty in the afternoon did Lin Jin Hong and Luo Fei leave Daliao Village, one heading home, the other to town.

Lin Zhen’s fists clenched tight, veins bulging on the backs of his hands, writhing like earthworms. He keenly sensed the mysterious figure who had saved Lin Xiuping and his son was at least True Martial rank.

Indeed, effort yields reward; risk and profit are proportional. With that thought, Lin Tao felt fortunate for his earlier decision. Had he chosen otherwise, he might have been a mere novice warrior today, barely stepping into the ranks, never attaining his current power.