Volume 1, Chapter 32: The Serpent Demon!

A mere half-demon, yet you dare to attempt to devour me!
Li Yan stepped forward, his black hair cascading behind him, swaying without a breeze!
Terrifying demonic energy surged incessantly, coalescing behind him into a colossal demonic shadow!
Seeing this, Zhou Shanhe recoiled in terror, as if he had encountered a ghost, retreating again and again.

Of course, Liu Zixuan did not subscribe to this viewpoint; after all, her own mother had ascended from the lower realms. However, today, simply to provoke Lin Yunsheng, she had spoken bluntly, targeting only him.

Still, in the end, she could not bring herself to go through with it. Although Zhang Sijia felt a touch of regret, she was accustomed to parting ways with Xiao Yang and could accept it with graceful resignation.

Inside the snow-covered temporary observation bunker, General of the Rangers, Tutu Chenghui, was providing essential frontline guidance to the many young officers who had arrived to reinforce them.

This miraculous phenomenon naturally made the many believers even more devout, and their prayers grew ever more resonant.

Lin Xinrui couldn't help but groan inwardly. She knew her own body best. If she hadn't been obsessively practicing taekwondo to vent her excess hormones, she would have long since been covered in blemishes and consumed by her own burning desires.

The smile vanished from the skinny man's face, replaced by a grim expression. He clenched his bony fists until they cracked, as if he would strike out the moment Pei Hanting dared to utter a single word of refusal, just to teach him a lesson.

Since Cui Yongzheng enjoyed burrowing around like a ground-rat, Pei Hanting had no reason not to respect his choice. Rather than trailing behind him, breathless from the chase, it was better to arrive at his destination first and wait for the prey to walk right into the trap.

Yin Shunhua maintained a calm and indifferent expression; she was not easily stirred to sorrow like those around her.

Jimo Qinglian wanted to speak with Shen Yeqin, but seeing Jimo Mingjing nearby, she decided to wait. After all, they would be dining together later, and there would be plenty of time.

As time ticked away, the gray dragon finally poured entirely into Pei Hanting's bedroom, leaving not a trace behind, as if it had never existed at all.

If she went in and didn't want to see him, a beating was inevitable. But if she didn't go in, and his girlfriend assumed he was intentionally shunning her, his fate would surely be even worse—he might not even have bones left by the end of it.

The martial artist seemed to sense that Gu Fan had become suspicious of him; he withdrew his gaze, and his aura once again vanished into the darkness. The power that had made Gu Fan feel so uneasy within his body dissipated along with it.

In reality, Yi Zhongtian was already his master in all but name. The cultivation mantras were Yi Zhongtian's, and the skills were still Yi Zhongtian's. His previous reluctance to formally apprentice under him had only been out of fear of being shackled. Now, it seemed Yi Zhongtian would never restrict him, so he had no further worries.

"Lushen Island has been a place of cultivation for our people since long ago. It has continued to this day and has become our clan's primary official training ground. Some of you may have heard before arriving that many of our famous generals, marshals, and high-ranking officials emerged from Lushen. Therefore, you should feel proud and honored to be here."

Thus, every peaceful political maneuver was employed by Chen'er, naturally including the position of Empress and his inner harem.

As they were talking and chatting, the cripple appeared silently at the entrance of the makeshift straw shed by the gate.

In Tong Guaiguai’s wide, round eyes, Yun Ze picked up the water bottle she had just been drinking from and took a sip from it himself. An indirect kiss?

"Drag this incompetent fool away!" Zhang Jiaming could no longer bear the sight of a man who had lost all confidence just because of one failed attack.