Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Furious Wrath of the Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu

In truth, these two passages to the Demon Realm were inherently unstable, and only the most fearless and brutal demons dared to venture through. More than half perished along the way; otherwise, even more would have forced their way in.

Within Tang Chuan’s dantian, an epic and harrowing battle was unfolding! There was no smoke, no fire, only a monstrous serpent, writhing as if in the throes of a seizure, rolling and tumbling through the void-like dantian, its anguished howls echoing with soul-rending intensity.

How could one not be terrified to the core by such a terrifying beast? Yet, in moments of crisis, fleeing is no solution—someone must always step forward.

“What manner of thing are you? How dare you take advantage of me?” His arm trembled with rage.

In a mere blink, thousands of demonized divine guards transformed on the spot into wisps of black smoke and vanished into thin air.

By now, Xue Xiaotong had already rushed toward Leng Ran, but He Ziyan blocked her path, leaving her uncertain what to do.

Li Qing, who had flown hundreds of miles away, could still hear Wang Hao’s furious roar in his ears. He glanced back at Misty Peak with a faint smile, and his speed gradually slowed.

“So you do have some skill.” Li Qing was slightly surprised, but showed no panic. The Spirit of the Nine Netherworlds was indeed formidable, but hadn’t it just been suppressed by his Soul Pearl?

He had already begun researching this ability back in the world of Fairy Tail. In truth, he could not claim that he had achieved it without assistance; his ability to fly was thanks to wind magic.

The disciples of the Haotian Sect, seeing their elders so lauded, were instantly filled with pride. Their faces beamed with delight, and many of the younger disciples could not help but cheer loudly.

In the recent battle with Kunpeng, Zhenyuanzi had clearly been truly angered. As for Hongyun and Fuxi, the two were evenly matched, with neither able to claim victory.

The new king of the Shang Dynasty was already known among the people as a cultivator who came and went like the wind, so his unpredictable movements raised no particular attention.

A stranger, a female, appeared alone in the jungle? Yunteng glanced around, listening intently, trying to determine if there were any companions lurking nearby.

While rumors of the affair between Long Linfei and Su Mengyao were spreading wildly, Yang Yun was far from idle. True to his incorrigible nature, he had arrived at the largest brothel in Qingfeng Town—Clear Breeze House.

On the wall opposite the desk hung a flat-screen television, currently playing a BBC Sports interview with a famous footballer.

I nodded in understanding; how could I not? No matter what, today I was determined to make a scene—I just hoped my older cousin wouldn’t sell me out! But judging from his words, there seemed to be nothing to worry about.

It was necessary—though both bodyguards were asleep, Ling Xiao had to avoid waking them at all costs.

With a single glance, Madara Uchiha recognized that the delicate-looking Lady Linglong was, in truth, a seasoned martial artist of the Earth Origin Realm.

Long Tianwei’s words were suddenly interrupted by an icy voice. With a creak, the door swung open, and a handsome man in dark clothing stepped inside. Both Long Tianwei and Ye Qingfeng swiftly turned around.

The Lord of Ili followed the innkeeper upstairs. At the door to a room, the innkeeper said, “The gentleman is waiting for you inside. Please, go right in.” With that, he departed.

The priest wore a cold expression with a hint of resentment—it seemed she had spent the past two days grinding her way back to level nine.

Only when the white line faded did the sea monsters recover their abilities. None dared return to the rift; instead, they swam away from it. The bolder among them glanced back as they swam and were startled to see that the end of the rift led straight to Iron Encircled Island.

In the eyes of the residents of the Demon Realm, there remained a certain chance that the soul could return to its original body.

Ice Demon Sidell let out a breath. His strength was intact. If Uenqi demanded his suicide or tried to enslave him, he was prepared to self-destruct and take Uenqi and Annas with him to meet their Holy Mother. But Uenqi kept his word and spared his life, as promised.

A murmur of astonishment rippled through the crowd; Uenqi immediately became the focus of all passersby. Yet, as everyone stared at him, Uenqi stood frozen, for in his mind, the Demon-Devouring Bard, Cage, should never have greeted him so warmly.

“Because she’s only twelve or thirteen years old, and already has late-stage Condensing Cloud strength. If she were my age, I fear her power would rival yours, Father!” Jin Zhantian declared.

Still, Li Er sensed something was amiss, as though something had slipped from his control. He pondered for a while but could not pinpoint the source of his unease.

After all, the parents of these students had worked hard behind the scenes; otherwise, the shares would not have been so easily handed over.

All the chieftains turned their gaze to the boy. Lin Chengjie studied him closely, marveling inwardly: though his clothes were tattered, there was an imposing spirit about his brows.

Wu Jun had not slept so soundly in ages. After Lin Yan left for work, she slept until ten in the morning, only awakening when Tongtong’s cheerful call sounded at the door.

Luan Zhi disliked managing the family business for precisely this reason. Besides, every so often she was forced to feign cordiality with other clan members. Even as head of the family, she was subject to their constraints and never held absolute power.