Chapter 37

The armored soldiers in blood marched along, leaving a trail of gore that pooled into a river. Logically, no matter how vast the bronze hall was, the supply of blood should have eventually run dry, yet there was no sign of the flow ceasing.

The earth shook and mountains swayed; dull, thunderous roars of beasts rose up, and an endless cloud of dust billowed into the sky, obscuring the sun.

"Are you the owner of this talent agency? You said earlier you wanted to smear Murong Xiangxiang?" Ding Yu took a deep breath, remaining highly restrained, as finding Murong Xiangxiang’s whereabouts was far more important than anything else right now.

The Blood-Refining Ancestor returned to the sect first to initiate the plan, followed closely by Qin Feng and Bai Yu.

We said no more, simply nodding, and then Sande rose and walked outside.

Indeed, Wang Bing never imagined that the person forcing Chen Hao to commit crimes was his own sworn brother, Jiang Hu.

However, throughout the climb, local skirmishes broke out from time to time. Frequently, two or three factions would disagree and immediately resort to violence.

Yet, ever since joining the Xuantian Orthodox Sect, even they had never seen the so-called "Slaying the Mortal Sword Technique."

At first, every hair on his body tingled with an unbearable numbness, as if countless ants had built nests inside his skin. Moments later, this tingling sensation made his scalp crawl, but once he grew accustomed to it, Ximen Jing found the feeling more exhilarating than anything else.

The Ancestral Ape was certainly no fool. Even in that momentary clash, it could deeply sense the formidable power of Qin Feng.

"I happened to see it just now. Nan Zhenzhen... she harmed my mother. Master Yu does not know her true colors; it would be best to keep some distance from her," Chen Yufang said, trying her best to steady her voice.

Its intelligence was high, and it was absolutely loyal to Zhou Chen, so it immediately followed his instructions and began to pray in silence.

"Very well, I shall grant you another half-hour. If you cannot prove your innocence by then, you shall voluntarily request to relinquish your status as Crown Princess!" The Empress admired Xie Changyu’s courage, yet it was merely admiration. There was not a single decent person among the Situ family.

Recalling the life energy siphoned away by the Rak'Shir abyss during the sacrifice, just as it always was, Alarak could not help but feel a tremor of fear.

By then, the connection between the origin and the world within the Chaos Orb would be complete, and it would naturally become a spirit of the artifact, unable to stir up any significant trouble.

Just as Zhao Zhixing was planting rice, ripples suddenly appeared in the sky, and a large number of birds fell to the ground. A sparrow happened to drop right beside him. He grew alert; birds falling from the sky was a sign of an omen.

Xie Changyu, who had long since boarded the carriage, arched her brows as she watched Xie Changge follow her.

The majesty of royalty was inherent and natural. Ye Ningxue could not help but gasp; Prince Feng would never be a match for Situ Yu. Even if he did nothing, just sitting there carried an authority that made people bow their heads in submission, and paired with his cold, aloof features, it added a sense of untouchable distance.

Zhou Chen was speechless upon hearing this; he had not expected the old man to treat him as a whetstone, specifically intended to temper his own disciples and grand-disciples.

"Natural disasters have plagued every place we have passed, yet the Imperial Court has shown no sign of providing relief. Combined with the buying and selling of official posts, which shakes the very foundations of the nation, chaos is only a matter of time," Jiang Qi replied.

Seeing his father’s dark expression, Ding Ziheng stayed by his side since morning. Seeing his son being so considerate, Ding Changhe felt slightly better.

Having barely escaped, three or four more venomous snakes crawled out of the bushes, blocking his retreat.

One billion dollars—a single point meant ten million dollars, which converted to eighty million renminbi.

At this moment, he was torn by deep conflict. He wanted Meng Ji to be happy and wanted to tell her about seeing Meng Han, but he feared that if Meng Ji knew, she would leave him. This sense of contradiction caused him great agony.

"Why waste words with him? The Heavenly Lord ordered us to take his dog life; regardless of whether he is guilty, he must die. He has kept us waiting here for tens of thousands of years," one of the Heavenly Gods said impatiently.

The captain looked at the two of us in confusion, completely unaware of what we were talking about. He had wanted to ask what was going on, but seeing that we remained silent, he refrained from speaking, added Feng Sheng Xi Yu to the guild, and led her away.

He was the second biggest winner on the field, gaining the support of two great families and his beloved Ling Ming—though there would be a lifetime of hatred, it was better than being a mere passerby in her life. However, he stopped the applause directed at him. Everyone fell silent, waiting for his next words or actions.

The administrative department where Ye Nan had worked in Haiqing had been ruined by Qin Ya, turned into a department of absolute slackers.

Han Sanpin had not paid much attention to this issue before; after all, the IMAX theaters in the country were currently no different from decorations, with very little opportunity to be put to use.

Seeing that Ye Chen was foolishly meddling in affairs that did not concern him, the pockmarked man crawled off Zhang Mengting, a flicker of murderous intent surfacing in his eyes, his face twisted in a ferocious grimace.

Consequently, the entire Li family took action, and the divine soldiers automatically formed their own camps, submitting to the command of the divine messenger.

After a long while, Ye Hao suppressed the shock in his heart and spoke in a dry voice. The terrifying scene before him was no less than the Graveyard of Supremes he had once seen in the Kunlun Restricted Zone.

The Blazing Demon Wolf struck at close range, feeling as though its fiery fist had slammed into sand—soft and yielding.