(Posting first, revising later. My apologies again; I can only do this to secure full attendance.)
So painful... resentment, killing intent, hatred... At that moment, Bibi Dong's exquisite face twisted into a vicious expression.
Although Bibi Dong had now taken control of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, Rakshasa...
"Senior Brother Li, don't stand in his way. Does he really dare kill me? Ling Shaofeng, no matter what tricks you have up your sleeve, I'll definitely kill you if I get the chance. But do you dare kill me?" Ge Lin roared somewhat madly.
The moment he thought of that old man Hua Fengxue caring more about Ning Che than about him, his own biological son, Hua Qingluo instantly felt a cold drizzle stirring within his heart.
When they reached the mountaintop, they saw a great hall nestled against the mountain. Yet outside, it was bleak and desolate; inside, it was empty. Apart from blood and corpses, there was not a single living person.
However, Ling Shaofeng could also sense that even if his cultivation realm improved in the future, his strength would not surpass his current level by much. In other words, after unleashing his full power, he had already approached the bottleneck of a peak martial artist.
The man and tiger collided head-on, erupting with a violent shockwave. They immediately became entangled in a deadly struggle, plunging into a fierce battle that forced the onlookers to retreat again and again, unable to remain amid the spreading aftershocks.
The moment Li Mo entered the office, she saw that it was completely empty, while the door to the adjoining lounge stood open.
That night, the Six Ghost Kings held a banquet in Tonghuo City to entertain the Nine Generations Demon Venerable. Cups clinked, and candlelight flickered red.
Perhaps because she was exhausted,