Chapter Forty-Nine: The Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu's Doubts

She certainly knew who Bai Yue’s biological father was. Bai Nianxuan dared not reveal it, because she had made a promise to Bai Yue. This was Bai Yue’s own request. She did not wish for the Demon Lord Feng Xiu and Bai Lingxuan to reunite, so she asked Bai Nianxuan to keep it secret. Bai Lingxuan was searching for Feng Ling, not the Demon Lord Feng Xiu. So Bai Nianxuan pretended not to know, acting as if she were earnestly investigating the whereabouts of the Demon Clan’s ninth-rank expert, Feng Ling. In truth, she—

Bai Jie’s keen eyes quickly spotted a row of food stalls selling oden, stinky tofu, and stir-fried noodles. Just as she hesitated, conflicted and afraid to approach, she suddenly heard him calling her name in faltering, broken tones.

“You should know by now who wants you dead.” Lyu’er looked at Li Xin as she spoke. She did not reveal the identity of the person who had sent these two after him.

These three great tendons had a unique trait: each began at the arm, ended at the shoulder, and converged at the neck, perfectly aligning with the points where birds channel their strength for flight.

Sitting cross-legged, he kept his eyes half-closed, unaware of the faint strands of purple-gold flame slowly merging into his crown. All she could feel was aching limbs and a heavy exhaustion as, wrapped in the blanket still lingering with the fragrance of last night, memories of everything that happened gradually returned to her.

The rain of high-grade, brownish-green poison dripped onto the arcane shield, causing a continuous sizzling sound.

Every cell in his body contracted tightly; only he, upon hearing her call herself Swan, continued to use that name for her ever since.

Although Shen Tuyuntian and his men had so far refrained from attacking, they kept a close watch on the movements of the venomous insects.

A bestial roar echoed—the Sandshade Beast, eyes bloodshot, leapt forward. Its massive body, though seemingly clumsy, moved with the agility of a monkey.

Sesshomaru surged into the battlefield with his toothless blade, three figures weaving madly together, their weapons clashing without pause.

Qin Yan joked with Duffy. Indeed, by age, Duffy and Stallone could barely count as contemporaries; when Duffy was young, Stallone and his peers were the idols he worshipped.

“The young master is still alive, but his immortal power is crippled. And… and, he’ll likely never be a man again in this life... Worst of all, Tang Feng has set a Three-Corpse Brain Gu on him and imprisoned him in the Xu Family Manor…” Yin Zhen, feeling the wrath radiating from Mu Qingtian, spoke with a trembling voice.

And yet, these people, upon hearing that Su Mingbai sent the gifts, all stubbornly refused them, even though they were free. Such upright folk would truly struggle to get by in the world.

Upon hearing the elder’s words, the two men immediately fell silent, withdrawing the fiery hostility from their gazes.

Su Ming sat down once more and placed the vial of true essence elixir on the table. In fact, he’d never intended to actually leave just now; he was simply putting on an act.

Fortunately, it was on a plane; otherwise, Su Ming would never have been able to restrain himself and would probably have beaten that guy on the spot—arrogant and lewd as he was, Su Ming found him insufferable.

At this moment, the prize wheel shimmered and spun, displaying eight categories once again, each representing a different film.

“Shall we begin?” Boss Zhang asked as he continued to spin the wheel, his gaze fixed on Dong Zhiqiang.

The City Cup, though not a major tournament and not officially recognized, still attracted the attention of many scouts as a showcase for youth training.

In contrast, Zhang Meng’ai, usually known for her alluring image, appeared rather immature—lacking both the polish of time and the romance of experience.

Perugia fans were growing dissatisfied with their team’s performance—anyone could see that Perugia was clearly being outplayed.

Yet, no matter how hard he searched, he found nothing at all. The surroundings were completely devoid of human presence—eerily silent.