Volume 1, Chapter 37: A Single Sword Strike to Sever the Head

"You... you go too far!" Elder Mu’s face alternated between shades of red and white, never expecting the Luo family to be so ruthless.

Could it be... that the reason they were leaving no survivors was...

Even Qin Manyao and Mu Wan'er realized it now.

In truth, the Luo family itself was unsure if Yao Xi had a powerful backer, but they were certain that they could not afford to face the wrath of the Great Elder of the Sword Sect.

"I’ll go out and see who is so weary of life. I’m in a good mood today, so I might as well do them a favor," Xu Wanzhang said with a faint tilt of his lips. Though it was a smile, it felt even more terrifying than a stony face.

The moment Su Yinyin thought about Sister-in-law Ma suspecting her of having an affair and cheating on Yuan Jinchen, she grew so angry she wished she could kick the woman into the next province.

For the first time, a look of unmistakable astonishment appeared on the face of the Human-Faced Shadow Skin. Beyond the fact that Bill remained unscathed, it was even more shocked by the clearly enhanced aura surrounding him and his ability to suppress John with just one hand.

In the evening, he went out to take out the trash with Han Weiqi and begged him to buy him a mobile phone.

Patriarch Ding was severely injured. Upon returning home, he went straight to the practice room to meditate and regulate his breath to heal. By evening, the butler suddenly came to report that Patriarch Shu had called and asked whether he wanted to answer.

The entire group was startled and looked over immediately, all of them stunned by the scene before them.

That a child personally raised by him turned out to be nothing like his father was truly a strange matter.

Ye Minghan looked toward the source of the sound as a bullet flew toward him at the speed of light. He did not fear death; sacrificing himself for his country was every soldier’s sacred duty and glorious mission. However, he felt deep regret, for he would lose her.

Lu Nai knew the reason, but he dared not speak it aloud. He understood his sister’s heart too well, and was all too clear about her stubborn convictions. Did he regret doing this? He thought of how that man had split his own soul just to find her. That pain, more indescribable than being carved by a thousand blades, was something he had endured. And what was it all for?

"Hold on tight, Yu'er, I’m going all out!" Bai Meng looked with satisfaction at the long sword, which resembled a drill, and instructed Tu Yu. One had to know that the reputation of the thing in her hand was immense; though she couldn't even provide the minimum energy output, it was currently sealed with three strikes.

"Is that so?" Yun Fan rubbed his chin, pondered for a moment, and said, "Then please trouble yourself to book a premium alchemy room for me for one month. Here are eight thousand essence stones."

"So, you intend to take it by force?" Ling Xiao asked calmly, not angered by Wang Feng’s words.

These two attributes—dispersion and resilience—would both come into play when dealing with the Crow and Blood Degree. One must remember that in a duel between experts of similar strength, a blind spot in one or two data points could become the deciding factor of the battle.

"I cannot do this. I absolutely cannot do this. It would be unfair to Meng'er," a voice inside him continued to remind him.

This man was truly a disciple of the Beast Taming Sect. Ling Xiao had no intention of killing him, but he had walked out to seek his own death.

On Shell Island in the North Sea, when he disguised himself as a disciple of another sect to infiltrate the Lingji Cave Heaven, he was shaken to his core upon seeing that the leader from Cunwei Mountain was none other than his own master, the Great Daoist Taihao. Yet, he held his composure.

Before Mi Dou could say anything, the Mistress of Miaoyin Manor stepped through the door. Her face was full of joy as she brought Mi Dou a piece of good news.

Shang Mo’s flute melody quickened. She had been keeping an eye on the others the entire time so she could provide assistance if an accident occurred. Fortunately, these individuals were quite capable, and with the amplification of her flute, they had become significantly stronger. Perhaps she could rescue Hua Xie without having to reveal her true strength.

Xiao Wuxie, however, stared in shock at the "pig" beneath his feet, finding it simply unbelievable. A single soft roar was enough to scare off a million demonic beasts—this was just too exaggerated.