Volume 1, Chapter 38: The Ruthless Execution of the Luo Clan, Shocking Qin Manyao

There was no suspense at all.

Rumble!

A golden rain of swords descended with irresistible force. The so-called Human Soul Divine Sword shattered into nothingness with a crisp crack, reduced to dust; the sword embryo dissolved into smoke, burning away into ash.

The remaining momentum then slammed into him relentlessly.

Squelch!

Shao Huadun bowed to Old Wu, then produced a bulging purse and handed it to him.

This time, it was only due to his carelessness that he had been outpaced by 007's host. Based on what he knew of his host, if he truly put his mind to it, he could easily reach the top three, let alone just the top of the F-rank list.

Everything had been fine; why on earth did he feel the urge to curry favor with his host?

Fortunately, the wound was not deep. After the assassin left yesterday, she had simply grabbed a jar of ointment and applied it.

After returning, Shui Yiren had Mo Zhu bring over some food and daily necessities. Seeing her cold and aloof demeanor, she likely hadn't prepared much for the New Year.

Qian Ye was choked with anger. If she didn't need Mu Yongjun to take her inside, she would have loved to kick him and walk away.

"Yiren!" Yun Haotian was dumbfounded. He knew Shui Yiren was angry and that this trip would not go smoothly; that was why he had been willing to stand off against Qin Feng for so long without forcing his way in.

Cang Yaojin's vision gradually blurred, yet in the center of that blur, she seemed to see the cold, noble man with perfect clarity. Over the past decade, Mo Chengzhe had naturally changed, bearing the marks of time, yet he had become even more charismatic, noble, and detached, much like an elegant and refined immortal.

He pulled a stream of data from his body and began to scan the entire mountain and the temple atop it once more.

The story had to start from that rainy night a few days ago. Qian Ye had indeed been sleeping on the floor, but Mo Nansheng was a man after all; how could he truly let her sleep on the ground?

Swallowing hard, Bi An looked up to see many people craning their necks to watch the direction in which Fang Mian had run. Thinking that things had gone terribly wrong, she hurriedly floated off in pursuit.

Ying Jun glanced at him and ignored him entirely, turning instead to look at Sun Simiao, who wore a face of profound guilt. "Old Sun, what is going on here? I was only away from the pharmacy for one day, and it has already turned into this," Ying Jun said with dissatisfaction.

Bi An was about to retort when, catching a glimpse out of the corner of her eye, she realized they had already crossed the Road to the Underworld; the River of Oblivion was not far off.

On the other side, Lin Ruoxi and Mu Wan'er respectfully addressed the man as Elder Zhang. Seeing the elder, Sun Simiao approached him with great excitement to greet him. Although he was also a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, he lacked fame and could not compare to a titan of the field like Elder Zhang.

Because he had shattered one of the incantation characters, the remaining ones attacked the warriors like madmen, forcing the combatants into a frantic and chaotic defense.

"Defeated generals, you dare come seeking death!" Yun Chang smiled with disdain. He had been worrying that they wouldn't show up, and now, they had delivered themselves right to his doorstep.

Cheng Lingzhi raised an eyebrow. Did this mean he had managed to get her passport processed in just half a day?

Upon seeing Princess Ying, the playful expression on Xiao Chengfeng's face was replaced by a bright smile. He would never have guessed in a million years that the visitor would be from the royal family, let alone a princess he was already acquainted with.

A sudden, booming laugh erupted from behind the curtain. The sound was so loud it sent the gauze curtains fluttering violently.

Among these powerful demon lords, there were those Chu Xin could identify at a glance, such as the Bull Demon King and the Macaque King; there was the Scorpion Spirit whom Shakyamuni recognized; and there was the young Lion Camel King, whom neither of them knew—the one who would later swear brotherhood with Sun Wukong and take the title, "Great Sage Who Moves Mountains."