Volume 1, Chapter 41: The Young Master of the Demonic Cult

Lin Yun could now be considered a man of the world, having seen quite a few vicious criminals and heinous crimes recorded in the Prison Master Demon Codex.

Yet, Gao Xinquan’s criminal record still made his scalp tingle.

These were not things a normal human being could ever do; he was simply a beast wearing human skin.

Worse than a beast!

"Damn it! He deserves to die ten thousand times!"

Although Lin Yun was no messenger of justice, seeing what Gao Xinquan had done filled him with burning rage, making him wish he could return immediately and tear Gao Xinquan limb from limb.

"Though Gao Xinquan is ruthless in his methods, the number of lives he has ruined doesn't really rank high..."

"Those of your level..."

"Your vital blood is extremely robust. I want to devour you. Perhaps that will help me refine true blood once more and elevate my bloodline. Remember, my name is Yayu," the fierce man said in a cold voice, revealing his origins. Immediately, many who recognized this type of exotic beast cast side-long glances of utter disbelief.

The will passed down through generations, the tides of an era, people's dreams—as long as humanity continues to seek the answer to freedom, all of this will never stop.

"The fundamental reason for failing to step into the Saint Realm is that these Six Path Dao Spirits are incomplete, and the Dao Spirit Qi of my original body is still missing!" After a brief moment of thought, Lian Haiping immediately and unhesitatingly drove his entire body's primordial energy, causing his aura to climb frantically.

"So, you don't like Qin Cang, and you're even quite afraid of him?" Xia Rong asked, looking seemingly surprised.

Song Fu never expected that a simple escort mission for Crimson Flame Crystals would give rise to so many twists and turns. After reporting the situation, Song Fu immediately took control of his natal magical treasure, intending to leave the perimeter of the Dead Swamp first.

Unawares, Lian Haiping’s century-long tenure guarding the Black Wind Pagoda had come to a complete end. His only remaining agreement with the Heavenly Demon Ning Luo was the grand competition of the Realm Sect. As long as he could secure a spot, he could make a request to Ning Luo, and Ning Luo would go all out to help him fulfill it.

On the bridge, Shangguan and Bruce formed one group, while Liu Haoxuan and Tang Yujie formed another. The two groups guarded either end of the bridge respectively. At this time, without a control console, it was impossible to call for artillery support or missile strikes. The numerically controlled machine guns, grenade launchers, and landmines buried around had long been destroyed under the crushing tide of zombies.

Jing Jingting covered her face tightly with both hands, making it impossible for anyone to see what kind of expression she wore. Her crying remained consistently loud, though it sounded mostly put-on, carrying very little genuine sadness.

Nuoyi by my side had somehow already left my comfort and embrace, yet I had an inexplicable feeling of brushing shoulders with the God of Death, and the danger seemed to stem from none other than my own kind intentions.

I subconsciously patted her shoulder—of course, this was just a casual gesture, but Liu Nian's expression beside us became unfathomably weird.

"This thing is very cheap, and besides, keeping it is useless. We might as well just throw it away. Do you want your clothes to be stained with this red stuff forever, unable to wash it out no matter what? If you don't want that, hurry up and throw this thing away!" she finally said.

"Qingyu, pick it up and shoot yourself in the shoulder." When Boss Long finished these words, a smile he couldn't suppress hung at the corner of his mouth.

This time, even Li Fei'ang couldn't keep up with Yingyue's pace, but Yue You knew what Yingyue's goal was.

This supermarket had two floors. The first floor was entirely stocked with food, much of it capable of lasting a long time, while the second floor contained numerous household goods, simply partitioned into resting areas.

Yang Feng raised his left hand to interrupt Jingxu, his frown deepening even further. He knew very well that he couldn't let them take the Yinshan Token, but with Lin Qian'er currently in their hands, he was constrained by fears of harming the hostage and utterly helpless.

For instance, the Tyrant Body was based on the Demonic Spirit Tyrant Body, continuously strengthening one's defense to elevate cultivation; whereas Flowing Light and Swiftness were extensions based on the spiritual secret technique Earth Shrinking into Inches. However, what Moyao still failed to understand was what this so-called weakening actually entailed.

Daoling and the others were utterly moved, all of them thinking of the Ancestral King's Battle Robe, but this Dao Robe was different. It was the garment worn by the Heavenly Emperor during his year-round comprehension of the Dao. This was a Dao garment embodying the Dao and laws of the Ancient Heavenly Court, and its value was immeasurable.

Not just low-grade spirit talismans, but even middle-grade and high-grade ones could be easily activated by any immortal cultivator.

King Yama kowtowed frantically, retreating as he kowtowed, until he practically scrambled out of the Hall of Miraculous Mist in a panic, returning all the way to his netherworld to look up Yang Feng's files.

Chu Feng circulated the true qi within his body, gathered it upon his two fingers, and then pressed them onto the acupoints of Yang Haiyang's legs.

Four tall and mighty security guards also guarded this elevator entrance, preventing all idlers and unauthorized personnel from entering the elevator.

Wave after wave slammed fiercely forward, crashing against the observation deck and sending up water splashes seven or eight meters high.

The Fenglong Sect had completely gone into hiding, and for the Zu family and others to pinpoint the location of the Fenglong Sect was truly an almost impossible feat.

Therefore, she knew he was quietly watching her, and she knew of that tender kiss upon his departure. Reaching out to touch the spot where he had just left, which still retained a trace of warmth, she felt a twinge of sadness in her heart.

Perhaps this was how making a living off one's looks came to be, so Wang Nuo felt that he really didn't like making a living off his looks, but rather relied on his talent.

Although the puppet's body was not as agile as Du Yaxiang's true self, at the speed of thunder, she was like a bolt of lightning, instantly charging deep into the dense darkness.

These three Jindan peak experts were driving their most powerful attacks, and at this very moment, the sky above the entire sea area was filled with thunder, lightning, rising clouds, and mist.

Wang Nuo felt secretly strange, never expecting that tumbling like a dog eating mud could also inadvertently trigger the illumination mechanism and restriction.

In the end, the sect selected ten Foundation Establishment peak disciples and had them compete. Through a battle of life and death, the two of them emerged victorious.

As she walked past Wen Moyuan's examination room, her sharp eyes caught sight of an exquisite lunchbox placed on Wen Moyuan's desk.

The moment he saw X, Sun Jieke immediately checked his memories. Finding that his memories of the previous two trips to the Holy Grail were intact, he let out a slight sigh of relief.

"No way, I didn't come that late much either. Who goes flower-appreciating for less than half an hour?" Shen Zhuo resentfully plucked at the petals of the magnolia flower in her hand.