Volume One, Chapter 69: The Blood Ignition Technique
“It’s not just them, but you as well. Don’t think I’m unaware of the little tricks you play in secret. As long as I draw breath, you will abide by the rules. Today, let this be a lesson to you all—do not let it happen again!”
Montague’s gaze was profound, as if he could see through the endless tapestry of time and space. He reached out and tapped the void.
When the true battlefield finally opened, it was as if the entire Twilight City trembled in response.
At first, I hadn’t intended to say anything, but seeing Wang Xin’s friendly demeanor, I ended up telling him the whole story from beginning to end. He listened in stunned silence, and even after I finished, he seemed to want to hear more.
I figured that if he didn’t have the sense to take a stance, he’d likely be the next one driven mad by torment.
Meanwhile, Nightwind—the revered Master Ye of their Daba clan, regarded as a being on par with a sorcerer—was present up above. There, too, might be the brothers who grew up alongside them, once fought shoulder to shoulder, and now found themselves in mortal peril, their lives hanging by a thread.
The Demon Lord Angliang had entered the Demon King’s Lair. Li Ruchu launched an attack of her own volition, entwining her hands around the Demon Lord’s neck and striking toward his greedy, gaping maw.
Though the truth was laid out before me, I still refused to believe it. It wasn’t vanity; I simply felt that Murong Xue liked me.
Afraid that the sound of my sobs would reach him, I bit my lip and held back, burying my face in my knees and letting the tears flow unchecked.
Jieyu blinked innocently, refusing to believe a word Long Yu said. After all, it couldn’t feel its own weight, so it would never believe that Long Yu couldn’t carry it.
“Dong, just stop talking to him—let’s finish him off. If he’d run out and told the dorm supervisor earlier, we’d be in trouble,” Liu Wangzhe warned me.
“Speak freely,” Silvermoon nodded steadily, well aware that nothing in the Demon Realm could escape Mi Ziqi’s notice.
The Ferryman often caught glimpses of his mother being approached by men in the bar while he was doing his assignments. Sometimes, he would hear her breathless moans from behind the bar’s corner wall, or from the restroom.
Magellan smiled and nodded, but he wasn’t concerned; the conclusion was already obvious.
In that moment, Li Hai thought of the sprawling rice and wheat fields of Earth, the land awash in golden hues—a true spectacle of prosperity.
The box had completely rotted away; there could not possibly be any manuscripts hidden inside. Meng Qi shook his head in silence, suspecting he may have misjudged the situation.
The minotaur watched the site of the massive explosion. Now, it was nothing but chaos—nothing visible within. Zhou Xian frowned, sensing things were not so simple. If this formation could be resolved so easily, it would be far too convenient.
As six beams of light converged, the entire formation began to operate. The surrounding elemental energy was drawn in with ferocious intensity, squeezed and churned within the formation.
A dragon’s roar resounded. The Dragon Demon transformed into a colossal dark draconic form, bursting the vines that had tightly bound its body.
It was just an ordinary cardboard box. Meng Qi deliberately used a bit of force, easily breaking it apart. To any onlooker, it would seem as if the box simply fell apart as soon as he picked it up, spilling the pu’er tea inside all over the floor.
The skeletal general, thinking along these lines, glanced at the Emerald Lotus in her hand. Seeing such pure energy, she grew excited, swallowing it in one gulp and crunching the spiritual force as if it were a delicious treat.