Chapter 111: The Jealous Demon Emperor Feng Xiù

“Achoo.”
Bai Nianxuan sneezed, murmuring to herself, “Who’s thinking of me?”
Bai Yue replied solemnly, “Probably Chenchen. It can’t be him thinking of you.”
The “he” Bai Yue referred to was the Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu.

They had now left the Imperial Demon Mountain Range and arrived at the Demon Clan’s main camp.
More precisely, they were trailing behind Bai Lingxuan, like little shadows clinging tightly to her.

Gu Qianxi was already grateful to Xia Fan. She admired how he stood up for her, found him kind, and admired his integrity.

In her dream, the final battle at the Six Harmonies Tower shook the earth and sky; Liaocheng sheltered Concubine Xiao beneath him… In the end, Liaocheng emerged unscathed, and with his protection, Concubine Xiao would surely be safe as well.

Apart from Yue Linghan, she had never been in such close contact with another man. Flustered, she didn’t know where to look.

As the saying goes, ignorance is bliss. Suddenly, Tang Zhengxin sprang to his feet, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at Zhang Tian. He was determined to give him a lesson and also prove to his father that this man was not as fearsome as he seemed.

He pointed towards the road leading to the east end of the village: “Take this path. Just shout near a few kiln entrances, and he’ll come out.”

Watching Ji Yuyou’s hesitant steps as she ascended the podium, Jin Yina felt immensely pleased, a wild smile tugging at her lips.

Many didn’t notice the scene, but those martial practitioners with deeper cultivation caught a glimpse of a dragon soaring above, followed by Han Qianyu delivering a swift kick to the man’s back.

When she heard Luo Han’s name amidst a chorus of screams, she couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.

Tang Na’s words caught me off guard, especially her refusal, which made me subconsciously regard Wang Tiancai with newfound respect.

Qing Ning and Yue Rou were just about to reach Chu Ze’s side when a thunderous roar shattered the sky. Qian’er staggered back dozens of steps, coughing up blood; clearly, the overwhelming assault had wounded her. The remaining onslaught poured down like a torrential rain, striking Chu Ze and his two companions without mercy.

Du Jiang was startled by Ning Jing’s stunned expression. He waved his hand before her eyes, trying to recall if he had misspoken. He hadn’t, so why was Ning Jing so frightened? His concern grew alongside hers.

From eighteen stories high, even if Wang Chaohu hadn’t been strangled by Sang Biao, falling from such a height would have turned him into a bloody pulp.

Recalling the day Mr. Qin left, he asked Xu Changfeng if he hated him… Had Xu Changfeng nodded that day, it would have surely broken Mr. Qin’s heart.

After speaking, Liuyun entered the Flower Capital. His mission this time was not solely to find Nangong Han and Yun Yan.

“The Jade Spring Palace serves as the grand bathhouse. If Your Majesty desires, just inform someone, and they will prepare it accordingly,” the attendant said.

Wang Chaolong glared at Su Bai from afar, his eyes filled with hatred. He roared, “Damn it! Stop attacking others. Just focus all your firepower on killing Su Bai!” Usually composed, Wang Chaolong swore several times in a row, revealing the depth of his fury.

After speaking, he refused to look at Mu Chen again and rudely led Ya Fei aside to a more upscale spot to sit comfortably.

Suddenly, Xiao Tingli leaned forward and grabbed her wrist. Zhen Xin instinctively resisted, but he slammed his palm heavily onto the back of her hand.

I retrieved the Taoist robe from the luggage Chen Lin had found for me, then asked him to take me to bathe and change. When I emerged wearing the robe, everyone looked at me with curiosity. It seemed Taoists were indeed rare in this big city.

Yet at that moment, the dozen or so Beast Emperor Overlords occupying the largest volcanic crater were finally provoked to fury. Did they really think they could be ignored while a fierce battle raged before them?