Volume One, Chapter 70: Calling for Backup

“Demon Emperor! Demon Emperor!”
Dang Kang called out anxiously.
“Huh? How did you get out? Wait, wasn’t I burned to death?”
Montage looked down at Dang Kang in his arms, then at his own unscathed body. For a moment, his mind struggled to catch up.
“Count yourself lucky,” Dang Kang snorted, leaping straight from Montage’s embrace and vanishing back into the consciousness space.
Jiang Xiaorou, who had witnessed the entire scene, now gazed at Montage with a deep and genuine reverence. After all, just moments before, he had effortlessly destroyed the SCP Foundation’s seventh-ranked Seraph with a mere wave of his hand.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have a flower on my face?”
Montage noticed Jiang Xiao…
After lunch, Bai Yue clamored to go shopping. With nothing better to do, the two of us took the bus to Wangfu Avenue.
She looked up at the sky—it was indeed oppressively overcast. Using her divine sight, she observed the clouds’ increasingly complex formations, fearing a torrential downpour was imminent.
The elderly lady was overjoyed at hearing this, thanking me repeatedly. Just then, an urgent announcement began to play over the loudspeaker.
After a moment’s hesitation, Wanwan came up with an idea: have Ling Hanzhang take her to those spots where the sky-thieves often appeared. Only by seeing them in person could Wanwan deduce, from their behavior over the past three days and the next three, which among them was the key figure.
She should never have wasted so much time talking—she should have just beaten her until she begged for mercy. Then neither she nor her mother would have suffered such a loss.

The little Pekingese hadn’t even had time to yelp before Geng Long’s attack struck. Its eyes rolled back, and it collapsed on the ground.
After two months of trials, Ye Lin had grown numb to killing. Even he no longer knew whether this state was good or bad.
“Get up first, then try to recall if there’s anything you missed,” Cang Song mused aloud.
A creature with three heads and six arms, intimidating at first glance, but it seemed utterly exhausted. After crawling up from the lakebed, it simply lay there, unmoving, gazing into the sky.
Tian Buyi fell into deep thought. He could not imagine what motive could drive Cang Song Daoist to give up his position as the head of Dragon Head Peak and do something that would harm the Qingyun Sect.
Zhou Mo, eyes closed, let a barely perceptible smile touch his lips—only to feel a sharp pain in his chest as Chen Yang, spotting his smile, sank her teeth into his pectoral muscle.
Just the aroma of the sour soup was enough to make one’s mouth water. All the customers waited with anticipation to see how much of the new sour soup fish dish would be served, urging Rao Mingyang to launch it as soon as possible.
Candlelight flickered—bright if descendants remained and honored the ancestors daily; dim if the family line had withered, the clan in decline.
The burly, imposing bartender glanced at the two large gold coins but did not reach for them. Instead, his massive frame leaned menacingly toward Soth.
Yan Jingtian was speechless. This was the kind of woman who believed in absolute submission to her husband—she couldn’t appreciate that. After all, watching her own child faint from hunger, her inaction and indulgence made her an accomplice.
A torrent of energy surged violently toward Qi Feifan, only to crash harmlessly against the thick shield of spiritual light he maintained.
There were outdoor promotional events, appearances on major satellite TV variety shows, and a series of campus seminars.
Regardless of whether they thought Jing Jianbo was crazy, everyone knew that with such favorable franchise terms, he was sure to outcompete all rivals for the central district license of the Yipinju chain.
Tomorrow we must have a full-scale drill. Damn it, using living tools for amusement—do they think this bandit chief’s nose is just for show?
All eyes were on the envelope, as if it contained gold itself. Whether or not they made the shortlist, everyone wanted to witness this exciting moment.
Meng Tianxiang, seeing this was Dou Qianjie’s beast companion, relaxed and gently stroked the creature’s fur—it was warm and soft to the touch.

On the fifteenth night of the first lunar month, the moon is round, the yuanxiao rice balls in the pot are round, families are united and happy, days are filled with joy, love is sweet, loved ones are together, careers thrive, studies advance, dreams come true—the whole year is a cycle of reunion and completeness.
Three days later, Yun Buyao advanced in rank. For innate pure gold, this was not an obstacle at all.
The story’s content was bizarre: the protagonist was always a sanctimonious, innocent woman, while the already-successful CEO, after a single drunken mistake, found himself hopelessly in love with her, unable to extricate himself, living and dying for her.
Rain fell in sheets from the eaves, like hanging curtains. The wilted flowers in the corner had long since been swept away by the water.
As for why the previously severed wires could be preserved, it was mainly because the engineers at the power bureau were also researching this problem.
He devoured the food like a whirlwind, clearing the table in an instant. Guo Dalu and his companions barely had a chance to use their chopsticks.
On the projection, several green dots were marked, representing the identities of those present, while dozens of dots on the outer ring indicated the location of the police officers.
At this moment, Gao Qing was like an innocent lamb, helpless before the big bad wolf—would he be roasted, steamed, or braised? It was all up to the masked man. Gao Qing really wanted to leap up and curse, but seeing that bloodstained axe, he shrank back, not daring to utter a word.
Earth has existed for billions of years, but among the countless cultivators who have crossed its rivers, how many have truly endured through the ages?
After the sword’s arc passed, thunderous roars exploded across the eastern sky, echoing endlessly for a full day and night.
“What does my lord mean by this?” Remnant Moon emerged from the shadows. She knew how deeply Qi Yuhan loved Xi Die. After all the harm that Qingyi had inflicted upon Xi Die, it was unbelievable that the master would not only forgive her but intend to marry her.
“When will His Majesty issue the decree?” Consort Tian could scarcely believe her luck. By palace rules, concubines could not meet with their families at will—not even one’s birth mother could enter the palace without an edict.
The three men were terrified—surviving a hundred lashes would already be a miracle, but if they were also fitted with a two- or three-hundred-jin cangue, there would be no hope of life.
Guo Qin’s figure gradually became visible as the purple radiance faded. Yet he appeared far more haggard now, panting heavily, evidently having expended much of his true qi in the fierce battle just past.