Chapter 25: The Blood-Stained Altar

Seeing this, Liu Pianpian turned around in a hurry. Catching a glimpse of a suit jacket on the sofa, she had a sudden thought and swiped it with lightning speed, putting it on as she dashed toward the door.

Murong Xue nodded silently, offering no words of gratitude. Suddenly snapping back to reality, she resumed the question she had just asked.

The apartment belonged to their relatives, who had moved into a larger home, leaving this one vacant for them to stay in temporarily. It was not a large place—an eighty-square-meter, two-bedroom unit.

Had Chen Daoxuan not held back a measure of his strength at the end, the dozen or so cultivators from the Mo family would surely have perished on the spot.

He knew that Ding Xu said this only to make Tang Hui believe that he, as a student, still held his teacher in high regard.

Rubbing her slightly numb hand, Tang Wan tilted her chin, which was already held high, even further upward in a show of haughty pride.

The mere thought of what might happen if Liu Pianpian and Pei Jinnan were together made Liu Wei want to scream in frustration.

Diwu Jinshuang’s expression was cold, yet deep in her eyes lurked a trace of unease, and her long eyelashes fluttered slightly.

From a few scattered words, Liuyun deduced that the old man had, without anyone noticing, already completed his arrangements for Qingyun City.

Flee? Would Zhang Sanfeng flee? He was merely baiting the Demon King to chase him, keeping him away from Lei Chen and Ao Guang. At the very least, this allowed for one-on-one combat, preventing the two from suddenly joining forces and overwhelming him and Lei Chen.

Accompanied by a gentle breeze that ruffled his slightly messy hair, Lei Yu stepped forward lightly. The mystery in his eyes was elusive yet captivating, and the roguish smile on his lips carried an irresistible charm.

The middle-aged man was struck with terror, cold sweat instantly breaking out across his back. But immediately, his power as a Yuanxu Deity erupted. The moment the cold blade touched the back of his neck, a fierce blast of energy sent Zhu Xia flying.

Past glories were gone, and to regain them, one had to struggle and fight. Xia Wanyu was right; I cannot afford to lose, because I have nothing left but this wretched life. Yet, by the same token, I can afford to lose, because I have nothing but this wretched life.

What Emperor Changtai did not say was that the title for the Crown Prince submitted by the Ministry of Rites was "Ai" (Sorrow). "Ai" signifies a life cut short by illness or injury—a title that truly fit the life of Shangguan Ruchu.

After speaking, the two giggled. Regardless of everything, laughter was never in short supply when with Qin Lei, and wasn't that enough?

"I already told you she's my cousin; how could I be interested in her? Marriage is out of the question," Ling Feng retorted impatiently.

This time, an even grander scene unfolded. Over a hundred thousand demon cultivators rose into the air from the waters and the land. The sky was densely packed with them. After Lei Yu described the exact appearance of the blood-red Man Lin to everyone, he gave the order, and the demons descended to conduct a carpet search.

It was a bright, sunny day—a beautiful day—and Zhu Xia finished his daily tasks early. He found Han Tiantian and invited Meng Wutao and Han Wudi over.

Xi Sa signaled for silence and continued, "To act as king in such a way, one should be brought to justice to serve as a warning to the world! However, our alliance is but a private army resisting bandits. To slay the king of a nation would inevitably invite suspicion and gossip, leading people to believe our presence here was merely to accept bribes from Western Wu."

The Chaos Bell seemed enraged. Suddenly, it let out a long, thunderous roar, shaking violently. Amidst the tremors, the aura of chaos flickered like burning flames, lunging toward Tathagata as if to swallow him whole.

Otherwise, she had no doubt that if she didn't keep a close watch, Pei Si would absolutely slaughter it.

Tongtian sighed heavily, reached out to take the four Immortal Execution Swords, and walked back into the Biyou Palace alongside Laozi and Yuanshi.

"I... I'm full. Don't put any more on my plate!" Xu Yili smiled shyly, shaking her head to indicate she couldn't eat anymore.

"I didn't mean that kind of regret. I meant, will you regret wandering the world with me in the future? After the Heavenly Dog Project is over, I will leave the Lanyue Kingdom with you. Will you regret giving up everything the Emperor has given you then?" Youya explained patiently.

"I never expected it to be the Demon Master Kunpeng who stole the four spirit boats and the Zhou Tian Star Array artifacts," the Queen Mother of the West said, looking at the Dragon King.

"I say, Ancestor of Jokes, you really should pick a better time for your flirting—" Ying Zheng finally managed to interject, only to be drowned out by Chen Che’s incessant chatter.

The deep golden battle aura grew larger and larger, and the Golden Behemoth Saint’s face turned an increasingly deep shade of red, turning purple within moments.

The cadres of Xiheng County held very complicated feelings toward Zhao Zhengce, their former county head. Under Zhao’s leadership, these officials had done twenty years' worth of work in just two years, exhausted to the bone. Even worse, the lucrative perks they had long enjoyed had vanished without a trace.

Regrettably, Luo Yi’s party lacked an archer class, so this top-tier Ice Crystal Bow could only be sold. Selling a fine piece of equipment was truly heartbreaking; after all, money could always be earned again, but good equipment was rare.

The other bigwigs changed color upon hearing this. Murong Hong said, "Try circulating your immortal power." As they did, they discovered that as soon as they circulated their energy, the shadow of the golden giant flickered around them.