Chapter 057: Wen Ni Is Kidnapped

Zhou Chengli had already stepped outside. Hearing those words, he was instantly enraged. He turned around, just as Min Xianshu happened to walk up to him. Zhou Chengli raised his hand and slapped Min Xianshu across the face.

Min Xianshu was stunned. After so many years of marriage, she had often quarreled with him, but no matter what, Zhou Chengli had at most cursed her a few times—never had he lifted a hand. This was after their wedding, through all these years.

"Don't scream." Hearing Susan's cry, Xiao Fei was startled, hurriedly covering her mouth with his hand.

A storm of arrows swept the horizon, dense and overwhelming, laced with spiritual power, instantly clearing a vast area. How many nights had Zhuge Duhan dreamed of Leng Meiying; last night was the most successful, the happiest. Bai Feng's actions were resolute, and Leng Meiying was powerless to resist. After all, Bai Feng was a prince, and those expert masters followed him; a command from him and they encircled her.

A pair of black eyes, as deep as the starry sky, blinked gently, as if the entire cosmos was drawn into those dark pupils. Li Yi knew well that this crystal core was level six, incomparable to those before; facing such a mutated demon, he was at a loss—how could he confront several at once? But low-level mutants were different: with over a thousand mutated cats, Li Yi could now handle them with ease, at least not entirely helpless.

When the others heard Li Yi's words, their expressions brightened. Since their counterpart was headed to Liuzhou Island, they were reassured. They promptly told Li Yi everything he wished to know and that they themselves knew.

The advantages were obvious: disaster relief could be carried out without government funds, making everyone's work much easier. Zhuge Duhan cursed himself fiercely in his heart, determined to overcome his pain, biting his tongue and forcing himself to calm down.

Lin Wanbai noticed her family treated Lu Zimo like an emperor, he didn't even need to serve himself dishes—they were nearly ready to feed him.

"Senior brother, could it be the Soul-Capturing Technique at work?" Zhuang Xun quickly interjected; it was highly possible that the person behind had manipulated Dugu Sheng to kill Yun Jian.

At this moment, the master donned a brand-new Taoist robe, a long sword at his waist, while his bag contained only talisman papers, soul bells, candles, and red thread.

These demons were no fools. Ling Zihuan's reputation had spread across the land, and naturally, they dared not order their subordinates to release Youlong, knowing such an act would provoke a truly terrifying enemy.

Liang Junxian gazed at Liaoyuan for a long time, then slowly shifted his gaze upward. These were two ignoble people; there was no need to speak with them, and they were not worthy of a word from him. To continue speaking would be debasing himself.

Mu Jun looked at Luo Jun through gritted teeth; regret was too late now, and all he could do was take one step at a time.

Bloodlines are the foundation of all races, including powerful nonhuman clans like the demons. Within their bodies, the power of their bloodlines contains different domains of chaos. Within the chaotic blood domain lie the mysteries of the bloodline system: inherited secret arts, principles of power, the laws of heaven and earth—all seem etched within.

"So that's how it is; I knew Sister Shang once saved Brother, so how could she have killed him?" Nong Qiuyin, hearing this, felt a heavy weight lift from her heart. She nestled beside Ye Weiyang, quietly watching the two as they fought.

Yu Sheng held her hand tightly. Lin Wanbai seemed to have lost both hearing and speech, staring fixedly as Yu Sheng's needle pierced her flesh.

Yang Huan's voice was hoarse and grating, startling even himself; yet the reality before him and the pain in every part of his body made him joyfully realize: I am still alive.