A shred of chilling killing intent enveloped Chen Shi.
Chen Shi's expression remained unchanged as his lips slowly parted from hers, and he said, "If I told you that you ran over and kissed me of your own accord, I wonder if you'd believe it, Fairy?"
Fairy Xiaoduan gazed at him with her clear and bright eyes, as if trying to discern whether his words were true or false.
Yet Chen Shi's eyes were clear and sincere, and she could not tell truth from falsehood.
"But your Pengju is stronger than before. How do you explain that?"
Fairy Xiaoduan's gaze was profound and distant, piercing through Chen Shi's body and into his Primordial Palace, taking in every detail of the arrangements within.
In the Immortal Capital, within Chen Shi's Primordial Palace, the Pengju soared into the air like a demonic god, exited the Primordial Palace, and headed toward the underworld, shouting, "I was just about to consummate good things these past two days and let the master break his abstinence, yet unexpectedly I was blocked! Today I'm going to the King of Hell to impeach the master!"
The two corpse gods, Peng Ju and Peng Zhi, appeared weak and pathetic beside it.
At that moment, the Immortal Capital was in the midst of wild revelry. Due to the drastic changes in heaven and earth, the sun had failed to rise as usual, leading many people to give up on themselves, indulge in food and drink, and engage in unbridled hedonism and revelry. Thus, the Immortal Capital was exceptionally bustling.
Chen Shi's Pengju was boundlessly tyrannical, radiating a cruel aura that made all the Three Corpses Gods in the Immortal Capital tremble, drawing sideways glances from crowds of ghosts and gods who praised, "Whose Pengju is this? So very formidable."
"Stout,