Chapter 33

"Truly worthy of being the God of Law!" Nora sighed in admiration, her eyes filled with reverence. At this rate of development, it would not take even ten years before the entirety of Europe might fall under his command.

All the brothers huddled together in the corner to keep warm, save for Liu Mazi, who remained pressed against the window, staring intently outside. Yet, faced with this move from Isabelle, he was forced to concentrate, focusing his attention entirely on soul defense.

"Keep firing!" The centurion commanded as the wolf riders charged again, and in a moment, a thousand arrows took flight.

"We obey the Cult Leader's command!" Although Yang Xiao and the others did not yet grasp what Xie Wuji meant by "change," they pledged their loyalty in unison without hesitation. Of course, should Xie Wuji’s "change" prove too outrageous, they would certainly offer counsel and obstruction.

Jinbao was a carnivore; while it enjoyed ginseng fruit, its true passion was meat. If it ever decided that he looked delicious and ate him, he would be at a massive loss.

Mo Fan smiled. With the Dongliu Kingdom now strong in both troops and steeds, and masters emerging in endless succession, it was the perfect time for them to recruit and expand.

His sleeves tattered, Songzi stood at the doorway, his right hand dripping blood. He looked back at Chen Dian, who lay on the ground, and instructed the men in black waiting by the door, "Give him a proper burial." With that, he slowly walked away.

Qin Shiyu smiled bitterly to himself. Was this not too miserable? One slip and he had nearly blown his own foot off. If he could master the timing, could he use this blast to defeat an enemy from the Eighteen Towers in a moment of crisis?

The restaurant owner was named Mu Yize. It was only because business had been so brisk these past two days that he had considered hiring a temporary worker like Chu Xi.

Many immortal masters looked on, gossiping. They believed the Immortal Ark had only offered such profound legacies because of the counter-offensive of the Heavenly Demons; once the demon threat was resolved, the Ark would likely rescind them.

Kirin blood could forge a Kirin Arm, but now there was someone like Luo Gu, who had absorbed the entire Kirin itself.

Yu Gui waved his hand, and a sudden gale whipped up, scattering the peculiar scent from Ye Chan’s blood.

In that era, the consequences of such actions were severe; one’s entire family would be looked down upon and branded with shame.

"And you two, come with me!" Elder Dong said calmly. He vanished instantly, taking Wang Bing with him, while the War King and Yang Junfeng hurried to follow.

"Setting aside whether anyone ever visits my Abandoned Orphan City, no one would dare approach while I am drinking here. Do you truly think I have no guests? Outsiders cannot get near," Zhu Nan laughed.

Just then, a soft voice sounded behind Ye Xing. The owner of the voice had appeared so silently that even Ye Xing, with his keen senses, had not detected them.

The exquisitely beautiful man wore a pink gown, his form slightly translucent. A tear mole sat beneath his left eye, a haunting, bewitching sight.

Ye Qiu’s kick had used at least half his strength, worsening his injuries; without miraculous elixirs, recovery would be difficult in the short term.

"Brother Quel, I’m scared!" Anvina, her eyes injured, clung tightly to Kael'thas, refusing to let go.

Ye Xing’s indifferent words suddenly cut through, interrupting Lu Fandong’s thoughts and pulling him back to the cruel reality.

Inside the Grave of Gods, Lin Chen’s eyes narrowed slightly. What was he thinking? No one knew.

Because these people had prior records, finding them was far easier than locating Chen Mo.

The three alien races were the life’s work of High Priest Meng Sheng; Nightmare would naturally not sit by and watch them be annihilated. Thus, considering the bigger picture, Nightmare had simply ignored Nangong Ling’er’s desire to return to the Nanqi Continent.

If he had dodged it, it would not have been strange, as the speed had slowed, but for this man to catch the tip of the sword with just two fingers and block it so casually was truly unbelievable.

"Odin? Titan Keeper? That’s nothing but a legend! Do you really believe it, Quel?" Sylvanas glanced back at Kael'thas, reaching out to smooth the hair the wind had ruffled.

"This Boss Qian’s business is truly more than just good," Zhou Xingxing could not help but sigh at the sight.

Jiang Chengce and A Jie looked at one another; one shrugged, the other curled his lip, and they fell silent.

However, judging by the other party’s expression, they did not care about escalating the matter, implying they had powerful backers behind them. Taking this to the authorities clearly would not be wise.

Having walked nearly several thousand feet, she heard human voices ahead. Looking toward the sound, she saw thousands of soldiers busy with tasks on the battlefield.

After all, in such a life-or-death moment, it was only natural to be scared into incontinence.

This was the ruthlessness of the Dugu family—they were just as savage toward their own descendants, leaving no safety nets in the hope that they would understand that strength is not given, but earned.

However, one could not reach a definitive conclusion about this person and had to simply trust. While this could not be verified, the existence of the Underworld and the Afterlife proved this unsolvable proposition to some extent.

Yet, when the twenty or so bladesmen surrounded Jiang Chengce’s overturned vehicle, they were astonished to find it completely empty.

Jiang Chengce had never expected that his mother’s decision to abandon him had another layer: she feared he would be murdered before he could even grow up.

Even for the sake of Bi Qianmo and their future, Lin Bi-xiao intended to serve the "Old Buddha" Guan Muhua well.

Clearly, the Ancestral God-Monarch and Wu Wei had entered the Abyss of Darkness before the great upheaval in the White-Clad Valley and were unaware of Zhang Ruochen’s true strength.

Most importantly, he had carefully observed Leng Mocheng’s expression at the time, feeling as though those perpetually cold and calm eyes seemed to know something.

Although her relationship with Bi Qianmo had not been perfect at the start, their love for one another now was undeniably real.