Chapter 22

Lu Zhong also noticed their troubled expressions and deep contemplation. He walked onto the altar and saw a sentence carved into the massive stone gate: "To save a hundred, one must be killed; do you kill, or do you not?"

Bai Zhuo briefly sized up the three of them, confirmed he did not know them, and pointed to his own nose, asking a question full of confusion.

Qiu Yang suddenly felt an ominous premonition. Why did he always feel like he could hear echoes of Jingongsi in Miyagawa’s words?

After Duan Yan spoke, he saw Xiao Ran’s face stiffen noticeably, and his own heart grew conflicted. No wonder, he thought—no wonder this Crown Prince had been hostile toward him for no reason; it was all because of Fan Wan! But why? Could it be that Fan Wan liked him? Duan Yan wondered.

Thirty thousand years ago, this City of Demon Suppression was built by the collective strength of the entire clan, establishing peace in a single battle. For these thirty millennia, not a single demon army had managed to cross this city.

The disciplinary action was canceled? Qin Feng was initially delighted and very surprised, but then felt somewhat reluctant. They only remembered him when it came to disaster relief—treating him like a donkey to be worked—but who knew if they would discard him like a worn-out tool once the skies cleared?

"Although they are disciples of the clan, their cultivation is too shallow, and they are not yet qualified to converse with a senior," Jimo Changkong explained.

The only person in the arena whose expression remained largely unchanged was Bai Ze. From the moment he recognized Chen Feng’s identity as a human to the moment Ban Xia revealed Chen Feng’s origins, he remained as calm as ever, a warm smile always gracing his face. As for what he was thinking, only he himself knew.

This did not stump E Li. His consciousness gradually simulated the golden, orb-like aura, matching the golden light perfectly.

Yun Xian knew that many of the punishments in the Yun family’s penal hall drew no blood, yet the sensation was far worse than any physical wound. Clearly, what his mother endured was this unseen torment.

But Xiao Zhuo had to protect the dignity of the Su family and the reputation of Su Yan; he could not let this ghost destroy her name.

It had been several days since he last saw Pu Shuoling. He had not expected that seeing him today would feel like stepping into a cold draft.

But now that the Arhat Iron Body had vanished, it had been imprinted onto my own body; how could he still act so arrogant?

Liang Meng’s tense body noticeably relaxed, and her face was filled with joy. If they hadn't been on the street, she truly would have shouted for joy.

He also discovered that these five wandering souls were not immune to his flames; they were merely suppressing them with their necrotic energy. Once that energy dissipated, they would lose their reliance.

The dragons spoke while raining down furious blows upon Ao Shou. Blood began to seep faintly through his scales.

"Imperial Uncle, why have you returned? Just in time, I was about to send you off." As he spoke, he tried to prop himself up, but he hadn't even risen half a meter before he collapsed again.

Zhu Ning, fleeing in a panic, likely never imagined the Taoist priest had such a trick up his sleeve. By the time he felt a chill down his spine, it was already too late to react.

"What kind of tone is that? Fine, you tell me how to chase him. Go on, show me how it’s done," Ye Wu said, throwing up her hands.

It was a stone rack shaped like a grinding wheel, embedded with a semicircular piece of jade. The jade was stark white and appeared incredibly smooth, a true sight to behold.

Regarding things she did not know, Yu Ling was always exceptionally honest; if she knew, she knew, and if she didn't, she didn't.

Ji Longjun thought to himself, "It really is impossible to move a single step here without the token. Sigh!" As he reached into his robe and touched the brass token, a thought suddenly struck him.

Moreover, she had told Gu Mingyuan all of this before. Now that his wife was asking again, did that mean he hadn't told her?

Based on Gu Ange’s understanding of her father, he would absolutely never bother Lou Hu with such trivial matters.

Yes, at this moment, the Holy Maiden was still a bit weak, and this "young martial hero" of the pugilistic world was no longer truly young—he had achieved fame long before her and possessed far greater strength.

Linglong’s expression remained calm as she looked coldly at Ningshuang. Ling Feng was clearly descending into demonic madness; if they dragged this out, the situation would undoubtedly turn against them.

Studying Daoist immortal arts with the vast Zhenren was not as physically exhausting as learning footwork and combat from Huang Dunyi, but the inability to sense that elusive, faint "Wuji" internal energy within his body was far more agonizing.

At this moment, these two prominent figures did not even glance at Ye Xiao and the others. In their eyes, these people were like ants, completely unworthy of mention.

Jian Han had no choice but to walk over. In an instant, she reached his bedside, and as she looked up, she met his deep gaze.

You Tong’s face was ashen, his pupils dim. Knowing he would not survive, he hugged his wife tightly and looked toward the distant corpse of his son. Two trails of tears slid down his face.

She did not look at the screen but stared at a large tree across the street, her eyes filled with disbelief and a flicker of anticipation.

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, but then became suspicious. Huang Sheng was a newcomer, and he didn't quite trust him.

Xian Le waved her hand and said, "It doesn't matter. We will have plenty of opportunities to meet in the future. Alright, I have business to attend to, so I’ll be going first. You two can chat!" With that, Xian Ling turned and flew off to the side.

Ying Yue, unable to endure their public display of affection once more, went ahead to scout the path.

Cultivators who left their squads rarely met a good end. If they could truly face an insect-form Heavenly Demon one-on-one, they might have a chance, but they were never fighting just one.

After much delay, the Imperial Academy students grew impatient. Only then did Yang Biao emerge from the room, dragging Lu Zhi along. Judging by Lu Zhi's expression, he was extremely reluctant to meet Han Wei.

The extent of this change was unimaginable to outsiders. Given Bai Sen’s current strength, even if he were to fight that giant python again, he would likely not be at a disadvantage. Even after recovering his strength and gaining a manifold increase in power, his terrifying might was beyond comprehension.

The Fierce Soul resided in a large tribe, and he appeared to be their leader. At this moment, like all his tribesmen, he knelt and trembled before the heavens.

He had arranged for several cultivators under his control to blend into the ranks. Once the time was right, they would crush the Beast Spirit Pills sealed within jade bottles, driving all the demon beasts into a frenzy and drawing the attention of the Douyuan Immortal Sect.