Chapter 83: Inviting the Black God of Death

On the mountainside of Ying Temple, the mass of black mist churned overhead, and everyone grew tense. The black mist seemed to be observing them, making no further move.

"Brother Liu, what is that thing doing?" Yuan Tian whispered, afraid to startle the black mist.

"Hurry and search the area. Its lair must be nearby. With so many of us and our strong yang energy, we've frightened it. It's watching us now. Before it makes a move, we must find its nest," Liu Bansen replied, glancing at Ji Dou and Qin Xiaomo. "You two follow behind me. Everyone, stay close—no more than ten steps apart."

At his words, everyone sprang into action. Qin Xiaomo summoned the Xuanli Blade...

Though Ye Li had visited Chu Ge's home before, stepping through the door still filled her heart with an indescribable sweetness and happiness, as if she and her beloved were returning home together, like husband and wife.

The afternoon sunlight streamed between the tall buildings on the west side of the school, not shining directly on the tombstone. It gave the impression that most of the playground was abandoned by the sun—gloomy, filled with an oppressive, startling atmosphere.

It seemed that the overturned car had a connection to the outside world that those inside could not comprehend. Even as it happened before their eyes, Ye Buyu and the others couldn't figure out what was really occurring.

Zihuo Phoenix and the others understood the value of cultivation resources, but for the hope of Holy City, they set aside their reservations and accepted them, knowing this kindness would have to be repaid in the future.

"Boling, my father is but a humble merchant!" The plump youth answered calmly. As soon as he spoke, a young gentleman stepped forward with a respectful salute.

"Ryan, let me do it." Delise smiled gently at Ryan, who was at a loss with the magic ape hide, and walked forward to speak to him.

With a shout, the staff was raised, sending a streak of icy light directly to Fire Shadow's feet. Despite Fire Shadow's skill, he failed to react at all.

If one grows accustomed to having everything done for them, with people tending to their every need at every moment, how can they climb the perilous path of martial arts to reach its heights?

The four-to-five-foot-long sword hanging at Liu Qinghou's waist, ever since it left its sheath, remained in his hand.

"Haha, our family has farmed for generations; we don’t fuss about such things. Ziling and Huayi grew up like this—what harm is there?" Yang Ma spoke with an air that brooked no resistance.

From the servants' room to the latrine, there was no need to cross the lawn. After last night's rain, could he really have been so idle as to deliberately walk across the grass?

Watching the demon begin its rampage, spreading terror, they seemed to hear the curses of those who had learned the truth.

Lady Serpentine Heart may be stronger, having touched the threshold of the Void Realm, yet she remained at the Summoning God stage.

At this moment, everyone’s attention was on the performance stage, so Luo Jing and his companion’s quiet departure went unnoticed.

Following the youth’s words, unfriendly gazes drifted over from all sides. Clearly, he was not the only one who felt this way; many believed their classmates were stronger than the three one-star trainees from Linjiang City, and that the quota ought to be theirs.

"Aqiu? Is it true?" Mu Yue approached in shock, gently embracing Madam Zhao and gazing tenderly at her belly.

From this ethereal, roaming perspective, he could clearly see his own figure by the Blackwater River—so old and frail.

After drinking, she felt much better. She turned, a little embarrassed, and said, "Maybe I've caught a chill these past couple of days." She then picked up a piece of mandarin fish for Mu Yue. Glancing around the table, though Ziyin’s culinary skills were excellent, the greasy chicken, duck, and fish made her feel nauseous again.

A Second Heaven Quasi-Emperor, wielding a supreme emperor weapon, surrounded by quasi-emperor corpses, with a supreme formation to reinforce him.

"Oh, come on. Such things are rare, but with the summer’s drinking and trouble, who knows—maybe today’s the day. Let’s go, stop dawdling," Zhang Fan urged.