Chapter 54: Becoming Her Beast Husband

"Student Fuying, I am truly terrified that during my manic episodes, I might hurt you. At those times, I am a mindless lunatic with only slaughter in my eyes. Just for your safety, please soothe me one more time, will you?"

The blonde youth knelt on one knee amidst the ruins, his posture lowering into the dust. The young girl he knelt before seemed like the only deity in this wasteland, and he was her most devoted believer.

This pious yet humble attitude of his left Sang Fuying...

"Every dynasty has its own divine beast," Fei Yushu murmured, gazing in the direction where the Vermilion Bird had departed.

The most terrifying aspect of the Shadowless Sword was that once it pierced an cultivator's body, it would automatically seek out their primordial spirit and essential soul, refusing to stop until it shattered them completely.

During this military reorganization, Shi Hu's methods were remarkably ruthless. Taking advantage of the collective defense mobilization of various armies, even the veteran backbone of the Jie state's main forces could not escape. Any veteran soldier in the main army over thirty-five years old, or those with obvious physical disabilities, were entirely weeded out, leaving only robust soldiers to be reorganized into the ranks.

The Ghost Dragon learned its lesson this time and did not use overly excessive power, so the rebound force merely pushed it back three steps.

Liu Yifeng's drifting right eye suddenly contracted sharply; the bloody hole in Li琪's shoulder deeply pierced his senses. A buzzing filled his head, as if the person most important to him in the world was about to leave him.

Pulling the pin on the grenade, this time he tossed it toward the base of the hill, right where the enemy was about to charge.

This victory was merely a tentative strike by the Goth Family. Established a century ago, the Goth Family recruited disciples every year. After all this time, ninth-tier Mighty Realm experts were certainly not in short supply, and Liu Yifeng had to find a way to withstand the second wave of attacks.

As a pillar among the human cultivators, Lan Xie'ao naturally knew what it meant for a human powerhouse to defect to the demon race.

"Hey, why are you still calling so late?" The person on the other end of the line was clearly furious.

Lin Yi furrowed his brow slightly, staring at the fiercely slashing black-red sword Qi. Two cyan-blue flames suddenly burst from his eyes.

"Watch closely, this is your chance to survive. I'm waiting to see the moment you regret this," Jiang Feng said. With that, Jiang Feng ate the green fruit, then walked over to sit down by the side. Dong Changjian and Xu Ling also walked over and sat down beside Jiang Feng.

Brother Youcai had no time to entertain Mo Dong's complaints. Gripping the Ghost King Sword, his gaze pierced straight into the battlefield, quietly waiting for an opportunity to attack.

The bodies of the rock monsters were actually quite sturdy. However, Jiang Feng's physique was even stronger, making him completely fearless against these stone monsters. As Jiang Feng moved forward, the only things left along his path were the corpses of the rock monsters reduced to rubble.

Therefore, they were different from Zhou Qing; they were incapable of dismantling or dissecting the star souls within their bodies, nor did they know what problems existed within those star souls.

Additionally, it is worth mentioning that Qin Han and Cao Shan were old friends, having worked together officially for a full decade.

"It must be right around here. Judging by the gunfire, it can't be far. Let's move forward a bit further and take a look," someone said.

After the three birds circled and entangled in combat for a long time, the griffin, battered by the fierce claws and pecks of the Giant-Winged Demon Eagle, could no longer fly and plummeted down from the sky with a flapping thud.

Scarface Hawkins shook his head slightly at him, secretly making a slashing motion with his left palm. That person understood instantly and covertly flashed a vicious look to his own group of men.

If the three hundred or so people who had fled from Yuanji were living poorly, that would be one thing. But now that they were living well themselves, looking back at their former clansmen—even though hatred and resentment still lingered—a strange, warped sense of superiority stirred within them a trace of sympathy and pity for the people of Yuanji.

Bo Yaning could not be bothered to stop them; she yanked the door open, got into the car, slammed her foot on the accelerator, and sped toward the gates of the Bo estate.