Volume 1, Chapter 40: Platinum-Rank Zhang Guoxing

The town itself was not particularly large, but the demonic aura covered an area far beyond its borders into the surrounding regions. The affected demonic beings were not merely the town residents, but also numerous duke's soldiers, mercenaries, and merchants.

The first to look at Yue Sihuai with astonishment was Black MS, who never expected that in just a few short months, the once meticulously groomed Yue Sihuai would undergo such a dramatic transformation.

While her speed was lacking, her physical movements were not impaired; at least in this aspect, she remained unrestrained. Reaching this conclusion, An Ruo's mind settled considerably, a fleeting smile flashing across her eyes as she looked at Lu Ling.

Luo Qinghan sneered, her toe kicking out fiercely towards his waist with pinpoint accuracy, sending a communicator flying through the air.

Holding her phone in one hand while walking upstairs, Ye Wei epitomized the quintessential smartphone addict, unable to detach herself from the device even while in motion.

People in love truly do become foolish! Ye Yun sighed helplessly and pushed open the bedroom door.

Liu Xie's eyes lit up as he received the object from the tray, waving his hand to signal Yuxiu to withdraw.

The members of the Special Operations Team were far from ordinary people. Through years of relentless training, their physical strength had reached a threshold where relying on heavy workouts to achieve further improvement was exceedingly difficult.

The Ten Kings of Hell shared a single breath and purpose. Almost simultaneously, twenty-six majestic figures of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm from the Underworld manifested above the imperial capital of the Great Han. Upon arrival, they realized that within that pillar of golden light, a peculiar seal was the true mastermind behind the evocation of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

The disciples of the Sword Saint Sect hurriedly manipulated their flying swords for defense, yet they ultimately proved unable to withstand the overwhelming demonic might of the Heart-Devouring Fiend, steadily retreating in defeat.

At this moment, Yuan Fou found himself unable to meet Yuan Yao's gaze and instinctively turned his back without drawing notice.

"Brother Shouyue, you are tired, rest for a moment!" Seeing Pei Xingjian struggling, Chen Yi prepared to step outside first!

Qian Zheng was struck with profound shock, feeling a suffocating pressure weighing upon his breath. Had it not been for his formidable cultivation base, he likely would have already collapsed to the ground.

"That would naturally be wonderful; we shall defer entirely to your arrangements then!" Murong Qing and Murong Ping readily agreed, their faces beaming with joy.

Hearing Cheng Guodong's voice through the Bluetooth headset, Leng Xuan immediately strode toward the left. After advancing several dozen meters, the Demon Emperor finally came into view.

Amidst his rapid gallop, Chen Fang grabbed a handful of medicinal pills and shoved them into his mouth, his complexion turning even paler than before.

Feng Rong acknowledged the command before suddenly realizing something amiss—hadn't his son just mentioned "Chen Fang"?

The earlier oppressive atmosphere had completely dissipated at Sister Ying's single remark. In truth, I didn't truly believe it was Sister Ying; it was merely that her prior demeanor had caused me a slight misunderstanding. Coupled with the timing of that text message, I was forced to consider multiple possibilities. Under normal circumstances, I certainly wouldn't have overthought it to this degree.

"What possible motive could I have?" The Demon Emperor's expression remained tranquil, appearing completely unmoved by his words.

Chen Yi felt rather awkward and, scratching his head, said, "Daoist Priest Sun, I did not... did not seduce Qing'er!" Why on earth was Old Daoist Sun bringing this up, and what was he implying?

Finding decorations for a horse was easy, but since she desired a complete overhaul, the carriage body itself presented a problem and had to be custom-built.

Lacking sufficient temporary leverage to overwhelm others with sheer force, they opted for a layered strategy to undermine the foundations of Sky Corporation and severely diminish its power in order to achieve their objectives.

Ultimately, the Lustful Demon King was reduced to a skeleton. As Yang Feng gazed upon this bizarre scene, a chill crept up the back of his neck.

"The bugs told me that the flesh and bones of orcs contain immense energy and taste simply fantastic. They wish to eat more, and I wonder which of you can satisfy their appetite," Su Yu remarked with malicious intent as he swept his gaze across the remaining orcs.

Gu薇薇 (Gu Weiwei) nodded, followed him into the studio, briefly communicated with the photographer, and began the shoot.

This super loudspeaker had been crafted over several days using blueprints provided by Sade, bearing the crucial mission of luring and slaying "Predators." If it broke, it would spell considerable trouble.

According to conventional practices at international film festivals, it was rare for anyone to capture two awards at a single event.

He was equally filled with gloom. Having finally sorted through Tim Rockefeller's preparatory measures, Sky Corporation had suddenly deployed an unexpected masterstroke, rendering all his preparations entirely useless.

Yang Mi transitioned from a tear-stained visage to a pitiable and delicate expression, gazing miserably at Lin Feng without daring to utter a single sound.

Ning Chengzhou: "..." He instantly regretted letting the housekeeper notify Ning Dai; she shouldn't have been summoned here, because every single word she spoke upon arrival served only to provoke him.

Wu Shimin retrieved a kitchen knife from the hearth and instantly butchered one of them on the spot. Convinced the cause was not plague, poisoning remained the only logical explanation.

Li Junming let out a drunken hiccup, sending a pungent wave of alcohol and foul breath straight into Sun Qing's nostrils, causing her to frown in disgust.

Even when traveling by car, it would not depart until all seats were filled, and the pace was excruciatingly slow. Consequently, by the time Lu Jianwei reached the provincial capital, dusk had already fallen.

Upon hearing those words, Xiao Jianhuo's expression instantly chilled. Accustomed to acting with unchecked arrogance before the original host, he had no intention of apologizing or acknowledging any fault, and upon hearing Yan Ling's statement, he immediately severed the video call.

Sister Liu had originally intended to report the joyous news to them, but hearing his sarcastic and cynical tone made her anger surge rapidly.

"Following the principle of proximity, it makes no difference to me whom I cooperate with. It just so happened that I was in your shop at the time, so I approached you, nothing more. If you have no objections, let's discuss the cooperation details in depth." Spitting out a puff of smoke, Mao Rui spoke casually.

The Thread-Blade Blood-Slaughter Formation—an utterly terrifying array for any cultivator below the Core Formation stage.

With his level elevated to seventy-one, coupled with divine artifacts, legendary-grade gear, and epic-grade equipment in his possession, Huang Di's combat prowess had skyrocketed dramatically.

Following Zhao Changheng inside, the specialist discovered two children leaning over a long bench practicing calligraphy. Upon seeing him, the children spared not a single distraction, remaining completely absorbed in their task.

"Damn demons... to actually reduce our academy to such a state." Surveying the ruined landscape before him, Seidel could not help but slam his fist fiercely against the ground.