Volume One, Chapter 30: Sui Sui Really Is His and Xia Nanzhi’s Child

The frenzied demons and orcs charged forward, encircling them completely! Meanwhile, monsters wielding ranged weapons appeared one after another along the sides of the passage, sealing off both ends entirely.

Zhao Qian remained unsatisfied; he tilted his head to look at the successfully shaped Divine Stone, his mind already spinning with ways to add more to it.

The Red Cat and the Weasel did not answer immediately; they hesitated, seemingly still craving the thrill of the gamble.

Could it be that the soul of the butler, Rosier, was actually more alluring than the soul of the demon hunter, Kashu?

"Then let us first go and help you recover your strength. Once your power is restored, we shall return to settle the score." Red Ming had always been the type to pay back every grudge and debt in kind.

Reminiscing about the past, the three of them burst into laughter, though they fell silent moments later. After all, the affairs of the company weighed heavily on their hearts, leaving them breathless.

"And what is the other reason?" Old Man Zhang asked, stammering. He had always believed his handsome face was a gift from the heavens, but hearing Wang Fen put it this way, it seemed the heavens were actually playing a trick on him—this was simply too absurd.

The Soul-Consuming Bull-Man, Jingcai, had been exceptionally spirited ever since Meng Ke removed the Demon Turtle seal from his waist. However, due to lingering, unlifted spells within him, he had begun to experience inexplicable memory loss over the past few days, even starting to lose his sense of self.

Chen Hao opened his eyes. Huh? Did he drink too much yesterday and fall asleep right here on the mountain? And he’d had so much to drink, yet he felt no dizziness now—it seemed it was fine wine, indeed. Hahaha. His eyes drifted to the side; his brother also appeared to have had too much, sleeping not far away with the sky as his blanket and the earth as his mat.

The Gale Wolf also leaned against the broken wall, exhausted, breathing heavily. He, too, felt no joy in victory; he was as pained as Blade. For the sake of restoring him to his former self, and to pay the price for his impulsiveness, too many had sacrificed their lives.

"I was just joking with him, haha," Fang Qingyou explained, looking at Chu Ruxi.

At the thought of Shu Mo being pressed down and ravished by Yin Tianchao, a surge of inexplicable anger flared in his heart, and he even found himself physically aroused.

"Is this truly a Void Monarch? If it were any other monarch, it would surely cause a stir. But since these oddities appear on 'Hua,' it seems hardly surprising," he mused to himself.

***

That said, why would one choose such a strange name? And the sword techniques, too... they were all named in ways that evoked nothing but sorrow.

Baili Yuxin grabbed her hand and dragged her to the window, using her other hand to pin her chin, forcing her to stare at the potted plant whose leaves had turned purple.

Yet, looking at Qin Yue, who was frowning and even appearing somewhat aggrieved, Su Xia’s gaze softened.

The branches and leaves on the giant tree grew increasingly lush, and the space-divine radiance permeating its entire body flickered with growing intensity, illuminating the entire soul space with a brilliant, indescribable luster.

The other haggard-looking youths exchanged glances and swallowed hard, not quite believing Fang Cheng's words.

Even the crystal immortal kingdoms and the primal essence of immortal fluid within his immortal body were swept up and crushed by the power of destruction, transforming into a stream of explosive, shattered particles.

The result was quite fortunate. After walking for about five minutes, Zhou Xuan saw Ye Zhiyuan's car.

He began to practice the Mad God Technique in meditation. Ever since he learned that the Heavenly Demon Technique increased the death energy in his body, he had ceased practicing it, and since discovering that the Mad God Technique could suppress that death energy, he had been working hard to master it, hoping to use it to eradicate the death energy from his body entirely.

Besides, there were two police officers outside. Even though the door was closed, the gap was so wide—did he really think it could block their prying eyes?

Zi Yan first checked on Zi Xue to see if she was alright, then cast a few light-element healing spells to treat her. Only after seeing she was unharmed did she heave a sigh of relief.

"Tell Deng Si that if he wants his son to live, meet me at the southern suburbs tonight." Lin Rui kicked Deng Jiajun aside.

The deduction was sound, but anything was possible; even if Shen Tianhong didn't leave through official channels, he could have smuggled himself out by sea or used other methods.

Today, due to Gu Qiuyue’s presence, and combined with the remote location of the Spring and Autumn Villa, there was no one around in the dead of night. Dong Xuan, on a whim, decided to show off his skills. With a single swing of his sword, he saw the beauty trembling in fear, and a sense of indescribable triumph filled his heart. His long, black hair flew without a breeze; he truly possessed the heroic aura of one who stood unrivaled under the heavens.

***

Now that he heard Wang Han speak, Jin Yuanbao roughly understood why Li Xianghe had acted so out of character—he must have overheard the conversation between himself and Bashar earlier.

However, the discussion regarding Zhao Yue’s triple-double had not yet concluded when Zhao Mu followed up by logging a near-quadruple-double performance of 50+.

Shi watched with his own eyes as, the moment Li Jingsong unleashed that strike, his raised Flame Blade suddenly dimmed; yet, Li Jingsong stared at him with unblinking intensity.

"It’s actually a secret treasure?" Beichen gritted his teeth. During the collision just now, he clearly felt that the force he directed at the City Lord did not land on him, but was absorbed by something else.

The extremely bewitching man, dressed in robes as red as fire, stood lazily against the doorframe, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned in a half-smile; he had clearly overheard every word of the master and servant.

In these past few days, the front line had been relatively calm. The Southern Yao Kingdom’s forces had not seized the opportunity to attack, leaving their intentions and next moves unfathomable—it was as if the calm before a storm.

Her memory had returned, but a seed of the man had been planted in her heart, one that could no longer be uprooted.

"It seems that is the only way..." Qing Kuang said, utterly dejected. She collapsed onto the bed, her brows furrowed in deep worry.

His eyes were filled with a warm, flowing radiance of pure joy, and he couldn't help but clasp her waist tightly, responding to the kiss she had initiated.

Lately, when Huangfu Jue handled state affairs, his smiles always concealed a sharp blade, and his speech had evolved into a tone where it was impossible to tell if he was joking or being sarcastic.