Chapter 1153: Slaying the Dark King

Feeling the terrifying power of the sixth-tier top-grade magic artifact above his head, the Underworld King knew that if he were suppressed by it, even if he were immortal, he would probably never be able to recover.

During their exchanges, Chen Mobai not only understood the Underworld King's true nature, but the Underworld King also roughly comprehended his current environment.

This should be a small world cultivated by his opponent; if he doesn't break it, even with the infinite power of the River of Death, he would be trapped here.

Many collateral relatives of the Feng family also came to the Wind Collection Tower today, all curious to see what it was like.

Yun Liangze and his group passed through the Sea of Darkness. This place was connected to the Divine City, not separated from it, which allowed them to reach here. Within the covered area of the Divine Realm, they could move freely.

After getting off work that day and returning home, Luo Sheng entered the living room and saw a familiar figure busy in the dining area. She subconsciously turned her head and saw Luo Weixi arranging the bowls and chopsticks at the table.

The silkworm cocoon continuously writhed, appearing chilling and horrifying, like living spider silk, flying erratically towards areas where people were.

"Atsushi, right now we need to find Tetsuya. We can settle Ryota's matter later, it's not too late," Akashi Seijuro said. As soon as he spoke, Murasakibara Atsushi, though unwilling, could only withdraw his hand.

It was already four in the afternoon when they returned to G City. Quan Yuchu went to the airport to pick up Wenrou and Quan Haoyuan.

Qi Nan's hands trembled violently, his eyes bloodshot with disbelief. He stood up, holding the tiger tally, and stared intently at it for a long time, as if trying to see through it.

"If you didn't love each other, why did you have me? Didn't you consider my feelings?" Qi Fei was utterly bewildered by this.

He then knelt before Su Yi's tombstone and recounted the events of that year. His account was similar to what Qin Ming had told Su Chen, and the details also largely matched Su Chen's conjectures.

Ren Nanfang said a lot, but it could be summed up in one sentence: Xi Weiyang appealed to him, and she also had a son, who happened to be a ready-made "convenient" son.

As he spoke, a hint of inexplicable pride emerged in his eyes. It was amusing to watch; he was praising someone else's master's medical skills, yet his words carried an air of heroic grandeur.

In short, there were many people at the meeting; while not shoulder-to-shoulder, they were certainly packed closely together, making it somewhat crowded.

Ji Wuhen, dressed in a peerlessly noble purple robe, with eyebrows sharp as swords, held immense power as the Sixth Prince of Beiming.

Winters in the countryside were very cold, and if all the dishes were served at once, they would get cold before they could be finished. Therefore, meals were usually served as they were eaten, and Han Qinbao's point was valid.

Given Han Qinbao's deep affection for her and all he had done for her, shouldn't they have a good marriage?

During this time, Jiang Wuhhan and Tang Haoyun came to the cave, intending to check Lu Chengfeng's injuries. However, seeing Lu Chengfeng's vacant gaze, Jiang Wuhhan was about to reach out and brush the fallen leaves off him, but Tang Haoyun stopped him.

He immediately calmed down, his tone no longer aggrieved, but becoming urgent. He propped up his upper body and quickly examined Tao Yang's chest.

Leng Xinghun himself was once an outstanding young talent among the younger generation of Shushan. However, later, due to his high self-regard, he continuously secluded himself for cultivation until he failed his tribulation and fell into qi deviation.

They were unsure whether the mountain spirit had hidden deep within the forest or had already escaped this troubled land. More accurately, they hadn't even considered the possibility that the mountain spirit might have already left.

The elderly shaman, fuming, puffed out his beard and glared—a war was about to begin; how could one be so irresolute?

As expected, the moment the illusory Jade Flame Demonic Serpent appeared, the blood rain within a hundred-zhang radius was tinged with a layer of green light and dissipated in the air before even getting close. The Jade Flame Demonic Serpent let out a roar, raised its serpentine head in a winding motion, and from its mouth, a thick beam of green light directly struck the enormous blood-red skull.

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