Volume One, Chapter 29: But This Is a Demon!

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Five days of filming had gone relatively smoothly, though the progress still exceeded Qin Tang’s initial estimates. That night, he tossed and turned, his mind racing with endless thoughts. Unable to sleep, he sat cross-legged and began practicing his Qi cultivation technique. As the electrical energy within him circulated through his body, his spirit gradually relaxed, and his muscles became infused with power.

Online, news regarding the incident was being refreshed constantly. The situation was escalating, and opening Weibo meant seeing almost nothing but discussions about it.

"Oh no! Master, we must go see the captain immediately and check the cruise ship’s heading—where have we reached now?" Cang Ye grabbed his companion’s arm, shouting in a panic.

Liu Yansong’s overwhelmingly powerful primordial spirit was clearly something that Jiang Mingyuan, a top-tier expert at the ninth level of Foundation Establishment, could not resist. As Liu’s spiritual energy surged into Jiang’s consciousness, it instantly seized control of his mind, leaving Jiang Mingyuan terrified, his eyes filled with sheer horror.

Yet, somehow, when Fang Hao combined the dark energy from the dark zone with the special energy in his left arm and fueled the Nebula Transformation, it was surprisingly simple. After just a few cycles of circulation, this thin nebula condensed in his Dantian.

In the reception room, George watched the two Asian men before him with a beaming smile. Jiang Zhiqing was just about to introduce Chen Zaixing.

However, with matters having developed to this point, how could Mu Qiu possibly control them?

Finally, long after Li Lin had finished his slaughter, the man who acted like a host screamed as if he had seen a ghost. His scream acted like a floodgate, releasing all the terror hidden in human hearts, and the spectators watching the gladiatorial combat began to wail in agony.

The Dragon’s Tooth sword in Alric’s hand thrust upward, piercing the Hammer King’s chest. To Alric’s astonishment, ripples emanated from the front of the Hammer King’s body, forcibly blocking his blade.

The plum blossoms had faded, and the spring peaches were beginning to bloom. The garden was a riot of vibrant colors; from afar, it looked like morning clouds draped over the earth, gathering all the brilliance of spring into the courtyard.

Especially during civil wars, local defense required the mobilization of local militias. Consequently, in the regions north of the Yangtze River, a martial spirit flourished among the people, leading to the organization of many local defense groups, such as equestrian and archery societies.

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But he could not just stand by and watch, for Yang Qi was his best friend and his dearest brother.

At this very moment, there were already two groups of people sheltering from the rain in the temple; they had been the last to arrive.

Wyatt waved his hands frantically. The ground where Lucy and the others stood softened once more, swallowing Ivan and his two companions, who were left without any resistance.

He did not offer any words of praise, but instead glanced at Yang Ruosheng’s room. After a moment of contemplation, he walked into the living room.

"Do you know?" Emperor Xuanwu said. "For the mere act of attempting to assassinate Me and Princess Wuyou, I could have you executed."

On this side, a scout arrived with news: Wanyan Xiyin’s main army had arrived. They had established camp only seventy miles away from the cavalry units of Tabai, Beiwai, and Chen Lanruo.

Feeling her master’s deep well-meaning, Mizhu leaned against her, letting her tears flow freely, mourning Tian Xuanzi without restraint. Bing Jing held her beloved disciple tenderly, silently closing her eyes. Under the moonlight, the two appeared like ethereal immortals, draped in a layer of silvery-white radiance.

They had originally revealed the location of the primordial ruins to Zhou Liang only in the hope that one day, when this master of the world explored the ruins, he might bring out the remains of their clan’s elders. After all, trapped in such a desperate place, they assumed the elders had long since perished. They had never imagined that Zhou Liang would bring back living survivors.

"This is just the beginning. The ink will only be ready once the lotus hearts have completely melted," Zhong Mushan said.

Raindrops constantly tapped against the tabletop, slowly pooling into a stain. A breeze blew from afar, causing the window to sway gently. The water on the table rolled with the wind, leaving streaks behind before finally dripping to the floor. "Plop!" A crisp sound echoed as the droplet splashed and scattered.

The Ninth Elder felt a sense of pride. He had only three invitations in total, yet two of them had ended up in the top five. Taking this as an opportunity, he casually thought of the third invitation, which he had given to Luo Tian.

However, for the past few days, Yan’er had long since cast her thoughts of revenge to the furthest corners of her mind. She gave no thought to such things, for her heart was filled with something far more important.

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"Hey! Listen here, Host! I’ve already healed your wounds and purged most of the impurities from your body. Now, just give your heart to me!" The Demon Spirit’s tone turned soft and coaxing.

At this moment, the energy ball in Mewtwo’s hands continued to expand. In the blink of an eye, the radius of one meter had grown to ten.

"Observation Haki." Too busy to ponder what else the inter-dimensional beast might be capable of, he unleashed his Observation Haki, scanning every inch of the surrounding ground.

If Ye Zhuo hadn't been nearby, and if they hadn't been afraid that the terrifying "Nao Re" might smash their other leg, the two would have gladly hurled the porcelain bottle far away.

As the members of the Tian Shu Guard climbed up, Long Hao and Lei Dong exchanged a glance and simultaneously drew their weapons. A long saber and a heavy sword crossed, sending black blade-waves and yellow sword-glimmers rippling outward. Together, they swept across the air and threw the energy into the pit.

In other words, each row of houses had an equal number of households—fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, and twelve—on the left and right sides. Their own home was located at the very top and the far east; from east to west, there were twelve houses, and across a large alley in the middle, there were another twelve.

Even the Noah Stone Statue was slowly turning black as Nakaort unleashed all his dark power. More cracks shattered across its entire body, as if the statue were on the verge of crumbling into dust at any moment.

Pushing open the door, what met his eyes were cluttered, dilapidated pieces of furniture, all covered in a thick layer of dust.

"Both paintings are wonderful works of art. It’s so hard to choose; I might as well just buy them both," Emma said.

As the enemies retreated, a brief silence fell upon the city walls. Everyone was exhausted to the point of collapse. Li Yunbao was no different; she slumped against the wall and slid down, sitting on the ground to calm her racing heart.