Volume 1, Chapter 38: You Foolish Succubus! As Your Master, I Really Must Teach You a Lesson!

Lost in these thoughts, Xia Yang turned his head toward Yi Hong, who was taking advantage of Athena’s inability to move to grope her.
"Yi Hong, where did you get that pistol?"
The latter was slightly stunned, then grinned and said, "If I told you I had a system, would you believe me?"
"I believe you. Why don't you have your system conjure up a million for me, then?"
Yi Hong: "???"
As Shen Ruoyu spoke, applause erupted from below, and everyone’s faces were filled with congratulations, though a few expressions of jealousy could not be ruled out.
The eyes of Mahavira Kundali were bulging with rage, but he had no time to stop the Peacock from turning against him.
For those who cultivate the Dao, this drifting between life and death had long since become second nature. Three hours had passed since the fierce battle that evening, and the brief respite had brought a short-lived peace.
To govern a nation, relying on military might alone could never ensure lasting prosperity. In this regard, both the Chairman and Li Zongren were far superior to him.
The subsequent police interrogation left the officers dumbfounded: a pitch-black cave, a giant fox, and a mysterious warrior in golden armor.
The old man in the yellow robe smiled slightly, then gave a gentle wave of his hand, a breeze lifting Zheng Zhong back to his feet.
Zheng Zhong’s expression shifted, a sense of foreboding immediately rising in his heart, and he turned to look at Duke Yi Huan.
After Maitreya Buddha and the Twelve Vow Kings departed, the Mortal-Demon Convergence Point, which had been bustling just an hour before, was left to only two people.
Speaking like that, all she could do was swallow all the words she wanted to say, silently allowing him to hold her.
In the blink of an eye, within the black mist, an aura of slaughter capable of devouring the heavens and the earth gathered upon Qin Chuan’s spine. Now, the Myriad Phenomena Heavenly Punishment could be fully unleashed by his Inner Demon and Primordial Spirit avatars.
However, as Chen Ronghuo passed Zhu Dapeng and Huang Tiesheng, he merely nodded at them before having the Fat Cat carry him as they plunged rapidly into the black and white mist below.
Old Li was beaming, as if he had inexhaustible energy! As the male lead of the play, he was incredibly proud and fully immersed.
I calmly injected energy into the ice sword in my hand. In an instant, a low hum emanated from within the blade as if the energy were about to burst forth, and like a rising gale, I slashed fiercely forward.
Ryoko scrambled up from the ground and ran over to catch my body, which was falling like a kite with a broken string. Like the others, she had been knocked unconscious by the demon’s roar, but because she utilized water-elemental energy, the cold Stigmata energy within her body had constantly stimulated her unconscious brain, allowing her to wake up.
Days spent waiting for death are the hardest to endure. I knew my time was coming, and my heart was filled with too many regrets. My great-grandfather’s soul was still suffering in the underworld, and I hadn't found him yet. I hadn't had the chance to slaughter the Old Man of Yin Mountain, and I had promised Old Immortal Huang that I would help him return to the peak of his six-hundred-year power.
The long whip seemed to possess inexhaustible strength; the onslaught continued for several minutes without ceasing, and Feng Xiaoxi struggled to parry, feeling her physical strength draining away bit by bit.
The reason Brother Snake feared me was primarily because I knew Qi Huo and Uncle Li. He had suffered heavy losses before both of them, so naturally, he regarded me as an expert as well.
Wu Gang clenched his fist, and his phone began to vibrate. He had set his phone to vibrate for the night and wasn't quite used to it yet. He opened it to find a WeChat message, a push notification from the Midnight Official Account.
In Xiahe Village, after several days of sensing nothing out of the ordinary, Chen Ronghuo spent his days focused on meditation and watching the mutated Seven-Colored Spirit Tree, which had grown to two meters tall under the diligent cultivation of the Wood Spirit Demon Butterfly.