Chapter 1: Out of Control (16)

Lu Jinzhao felt a chill.

It was not due to the weather, nor was she underdressed; rather, it was a coldness creeping from within her own body, clinging to her like a maggot to bone.

At every moment, Lu Jinzhao could sense a shadow, one that did not belong to her, lurking deep within the recesses of her mind, in a place she could not perceive.

Yet, this brought certain unexpected benefits—for instance, at this very moment, her brain seemed to have gained an extra "receiver," granting her a pair of invisible eyes.

"Impossible! How could a Great Demon God of the Demon Realm cross planes?!" In an instant of panic, everyone completely lost their composure. By the Light God, this could not be a joke! As everyone knew, the only channels connecting the Demon Realm to the Mortal Realm were the Abyss or dimensional rifts.

"A piece of trash, nothing more. To speak of it would only soil your ears; better left unsaid." Wu Hao wore a sneer, though it was unclear whether he was mocking himself or the people present.

Cai Jing shook his head and said, "I truly have not heard of these Liangshan bandits. According to the urgent report from Qingzhou, it was the Military Inspector Huang Xin and Military Commander Qin Ming who colluded with the outlaws, leading to the fall of Qingzhou City."

At this moment, the fierce strength belonging to one of the younger generation's powerhouses of Bishui Province was laid bare.

Indeed, Father had once said that in the past, around the great cities, there were suburbs built in clusters. Now, with frequent wars, the common folk who had gathered outside the city walls were trying every possible means to get inside.

Sun Quan looked over and saw that the speaker was a member of the powerful Zhu clan of Jiangdong, named Zhu Ran, courtesy name Yifeng, currently serving as a General of the Gate.

The boulder, weighing over a thousand pounds, descended from the mountain peak with immense kinetic energy. Ordinary soldiers had no chance of survival, and even those renegade high-gods bought off by Yu Yaoran did not all possess the ability to withstand such massive rocks.

The fifty-year-old man’s body exploded; there was no suspense. As the blood mist dissipated, he was utterly obliterated, leaving only three people remaining on the field.

Upon entering the shop, the owner smiled and walked toward Huoyan and Guxue. The owner appeared to be in his forties, wearing a camisole and jeans, his lips painted a vibrant, bright red.

"I have no specialty in Daoist arts." Ning Ye held his back as straight as a pine, fully immersing himself in the role of a senior master.

Memories of everything regarding this creature flashed by. Hong Ye still found it hard to believe she had come back to life, but the tangible sensations of her surroundings slowly forced her to accept the reality.

The guards added hot tea for everyone. Su Can sized up Liu De and his three chief ministers, while Xun Yu and the others were likewise scrutinizing Su Can.

With one member of the Ji family dead, the three-person formation was immediately broken. The three-headed hellhound and the Gate of Hell before it collapsed into the air with a boom. As the hellhound disintegrated, a breach naturally appeared in the cave entrance.

This remark should have been accompanied by endless laughter, but no one laughed; most were glaring at Shan Gao.

His descendants founded the Mongol Empire, the Chagatai Khanate, the Ilkhanate, the Golden Horde, and later, the Timurid Empire.

"My Lord, is this not too dangerous? If there are no garrison troops on the other walls, what if the enemy attacks?" Dai Zong advised.

In truth, Sun Yang had deliberately let the three of them go. It was not that Sun Yang couldn’t pursue them if he hadn't stunned them; rather, they had a greater purpose—Sun Yang wanted to use them to find the lair of the Grave Slaves.

Li Youde looked away and remained silent. Although most of the intervening events were misunderstandings, the fact that Wen Jing and Chen Hui had once loved each other remained in Li Youde’s eyes, and recalling it was, in the end, unsettling.

Sun Lin leaped, the dark gray light in his eyes flickering incessantly. With a turn of his feet, he arrived beneath the cliff and stood stunned at the sight before him.

Fang Ye was currently standing in the center of the ring, recovering from his injuries. The skill "Dragon Stealth" ensured that as long as he did not attack, he would not reveal himself and could not be detected.