Yuan Xia didn’t waste too much time fiddling with her stone. She commanded her circling phoenix to soar to the pagoda.
The youth donned black armour with black magical text on it when he looked up at … Read more
“Nothing.” Lord Miguo was the first to recover from the freaky bloodlust, and he sounded as calm as ever. “You would’ve escaped already if it was within your means. Why bother bluffing?” Seemingly ignoring Ming Feizhen’s grin, he … Read more
Yuan Xia wanted to beat the snot out of the youth. Nonetheless, Yang Tian’s voice put out her fire and made her giggle, thereby inciting the youth into palm attacking her. She fearlessly fired back … Read more
“Wait.” Hua Qing bound forward and extended a hand toward Er Laizi. To his puzzlement, he zoomed straight past Er Laizi.
Shocked and mistaking Hua Qing for another adept there to rescue Wugou, Er Laizi froze up, affording … Read more
Realising the youth was after Li Yulan for his Divine Blood, Wan Teng quivered.
In the past, the devil race killed countless adepts for their Bloodlines, particularly Divine Blood, which was blood inside a divine body. If the … Read more
If anyone was to guess the twenty-odd year old was a ruffian, they were right. Er Laizi didn’t hold an official post in Miguo Branch and didn’t contribute anything besides dropping by to ask a few questions, then … Read more
The youth was surprised Yang Tian was only bleeding when his two attacks would’ve punctured a Battle Emperor. Yang Tian’s wounds were grave, but his body rapidly strengthened as a result. The youth decided to get rid … Read more
Hua Qing and Zhuo Fengru agreed on three terms: stay calm in the face of trouble. Do not hastily flee. Do not reveal your location. Hence, when Hua Qing came across the scowling monk, he spun around and … Read more
“Absolutely.” Yungu’s ever-charming dimple managed to stand out on its own despite her buried cold character. “If that is your wish, I will happily be your mistress.”
“Tsk. If I wasn’t locked in this crap hole, I would … Read more
Zhuxing Wuchang’s small, barely-acceptable chamber at Shennong was close enough to a creek to hear running water and cicada conversations at night. Divine Moon Cult and poverty didn’t belong in the same sentence when they were the most … Read more