Chapter 110: Feng Xiu: Impossible, We Must Kidnap Bai Lingxuan!!

Bai Lingxuan let out a deep sigh, her face clouded with a complex mixture of emotions as she gazed at the Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu. When the moment of their meeting finally arrived, she found herself unwilling to say much.

He was Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu, the strongest among the demon race, yet also her beloved Feng Ling, the true father of her child.

Confronted with Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu, her emotions surged in a whirlwind of conflicting feelings.

Her heart was filled with confusion.

Because she felt she could hardly face him.

"Please, no, don’t kill me. I was sent to the Night King’s Mansion by the Empress Dowager’s decree. You can’t kill me," she rasped hoarsely, her voice trembling with genuine fear of death. She still had so much time to waste, so much life ahead—she couldn't die here.

Li Tao clutched his chest with one hand and steadied himself against the tea pavilion’s pillar with the other. Seeing Luo Xuan’s plight, his face turned pale as he asked Jiang Hua, “I never expected they’d resort to such a bloody and violent method to kill everyone. I wonder if Sun Yanfeng would spit blood in anger if she saw this.”

When Nan Ba calmed down, Tu Xingchen immediately bent down, scooping up a handful of earth and fiercely scattering it into the empty air. The once visible dust swiftly vanished from sight, dissolving into the void.

Generally, when one reaches around level 150, it becomes clear that one must charge an attack to strike Ju Shou effectively; recklessly flailing about will never work.

However, this time, Liu Xunxiang was not pushed back by the invisible shockwave but instead seemed unaffected, inching forward steadily. As the figure before him grew clearer, Liu Xunxiang realized he was drawing nearer.

Previously, I mentioned the principle of equal exchange: using a black card to strike the opponent forces them to dodge, effectively using that black card to discard their dodge card, and that card is not nullified.

The massive collision of spiritual power overturned and shattered the surrounding flowers, grass, and stones, as the two locked arms, neither yielding.

Zhao Di nodded, her expression tinged with helplessness. She glanced left and right to confirm that Mu Lingniang had not left, then continued speaking.

It turned out that the position of this Yin Judge was below that of the Ghost Matron. Coincidentally, the two chief judges answered directly to the palace lord, who was responsible to the underworld palace’s deputy lord. Thus, even if the Ghost Matron wished to exert pressure, she had no leverage.

Regrettably, the date He Bu Cheng selected was marred by poor weather. When the start date was confirmed, the forecast had promised clear skies; even last night's weather report had predicted sunshine today.

"So naturally, the French will prepare to teach the Vietnamese a lesson?" Empress Dowager Cixi remarked. "Where do they plan to strike?" She directed the question toward Li Lianying, who had remained silent.

She had also stated that her grandparents were unwilling to come to the capital, so her aunt and the others would need to take special care of her nearby.

Defying gravity, lying sideways against the wall of the Star Tower, was a large, snow-white cat—or rather, a lion? It was like an enormous, amplified version of a xiu xiu, except one was humanoid and the other beast-like.

It’s important to note that these two robust old women were the main force of the Qionghua Courtyard. Their absence to chase thieves meant the courtyard was now short two expert firefighters.

He assumed he had caught a cold from the chill and ordered the kitchen to prepare a medicinal broth to dispel wind and clear heat, planning to rest for half a day and recover.

“Brother Dashan, it’s okay. Xiaoxiao is my best friend; she already knows everything she needs to. Just talk when we get back to the table.”

Moments later, with a shout, several people yanked on chains, lifting the furnace lid. Molten iron poured out, glowing fiery red, flowing like lava along a pre-set channel.

The eunuch’s sharp voice sliced through the air like a blade, instantly tearing open the chests of Cui Chunlin and his son, mangling their hearts into a bloody pulp.

With the aid of these Tang soldiers, the Ethiopian army once again repelled the Turkic assault.

However, Zheng Gougang, as the salt and iron transport commissioner, leveraged the influence of Fisher Chun and the Tang officials to earn money with far greater ease than Fisher Chun himself.