32 The End and the Tail of Spring

“No good, big trouble.” Qian Li roared angrily, slapping the treasure tree repeatedly. Nine magical artifacts were swiftly summoned from the tree by the spirit apes, and dozens of layers of defensive barriers were set up around them. Still uneasy, he stomped the ground with force, causing the earth to sink several feet in a wide circle.

A thought flashed through his mind. The battle consort did not act immediately but instead curled a sinister smile at the corner of her mouth. She decided to watch and wait.

Zhao Ziming was sent directly to the nearest Riverside Medical College affiliated hospital and rushed into the emergency room for wound cleaning and bandaging, with an intravenous drip promptly administered.

The utility pole, ten meters in diameter, crashed down, smashing a giant circular pit into the ground. Ling Feng barely dodged the strike with all his strength, but the shadow cast overhead pressed down, momentarily suffocating his gasps for breath.

By noon, at lunchtime, we had interviewed over forty candidates, some for long durations, others briefly. Usually, after a quick glance, I would decide whether to continue questioning or simply dismiss them. This method proved quite efficient.

Clearly, the toxic smoke drifting in from outside was man-made, not released by the Blood Emperor Bees trying to reclaim their hive. If even the Blood Emperor Bees used poisonous smoke, that would be utterly unjust.

The supervisor sized him up from head to toe. His clothes were new, giving him a decent appearance, and he looked handsome, but the hairstyle left much to be desired. Then, seeing the thick gold necklace around his neck, the supervisor immediately concluded he was a wealthy man.

Many came to the temple, but few truly participated in the War God refinement. Looking at the less than one hundred gathered in the waiting hall, Ling Feng wondered in surprise about the huge crowds outside. Could they be accompanying examinees?

The Holy Cross Sword’s radiance suddenly illuminated the night sky. A gigantic sword light cleaved the heavens and earth, scattering silver-white beams that stirred a gust of wind.

Half a month later, as the pointer settled on a planet riddled with volcanoes, it soon shifted upward again. Nie Wushuang furrowed his brow, thinking for a moment before realizing that the Fiery Heaven Cauldron had once lingered here.

Under such circumstances, if Chief Ye continued to entrust Yi Han with heavy responsibilities, it would invite schemes from those with ulterior motives.

Uncle Hao was honest and gave a simple smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you grow old with an empty belly.” The people nearby burst into laughter.

That Ye Lingfeng, a mere mortal, could harness divine power was completely beyond his expectations.

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Gu Yuxi glanced again at the garden’s flowers. Though their abundant blossoms looked beautiful, she noticed a certain peculiarity.

The words behind the Blood Demon struck Shiyan, who had been single for tens of thousands of years or more, like a spiritual blow.

Liu Yunong pondered briefly before saying, “Indeed, Brother Zhang Ruyun is extraordinary. Who would have thought he could receive favor from Master Jiayin!” Zhang Ruyun, hearing the solemnity in his tone, quickly asked who this Master Jiayin was.

After Bai Jingru left Jiang City, all her assets were entrusted to Extraordinary Entertainment, including the city’s most upscale and classy inn.

The events of today laid the foundation for why, a century later, the Demon Emperor would lead his loyal followers in rebellion against Fenghe and embrace the demonic path.

The court officials drinking wine exchanged glances and began whispering among themselves.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ruyun kept his lips sealed and said firmly, “Such matters will never be mentioned again. In any case, I would never commit such a beastly act. I have long thought it through clearly!” His eyes gleamed with light, dispelling his previous wilted aura.

He had expected that the sword energy, empowered by the ancient holy fire, would slice through the iron pillar as easily as a cleaver cuts tofu. But to his surprise, it took several breaths, sparks flying, and only after three combined sword strikes did the iron pillar finally snap instantly.

Nan Yao did not expect that after taking the pulse for a long time, the old man would conclude it was “wind-cold.” He blinked thoughtfully, looking at him twice.

As for why Xiao Yan didn’t faint or injure himself after unleashing such a powerful move for the first time, it likely had something to do with Elder Su.

Qianzhou leaned against the door, sword in hand, watching Nan Yao anxiously pacing near Yun Ye’s bedside. He frowned and briefly uttered three words.

Though unfamiliar with the place, fortunately, it was the dead of night, which greatly aided her in concealing her presence. Taking advantage of the darkness, she pushed her speed to the limit, hoping to distance herself from the East City as quickly as possible and find a hidden refuge.

Lu Chenyuan, on passive defense, locked his spiritual power firmly within a fifty-meter radius. Any disturbance, and he would be ready to defend.

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Compared to Mu Yun Su’s anxiety and worry, Murong Shang and Nangong Die were filled with excitement and boundless joy, hardly sleeping all night and still energetic until dawn.

If fate is destined, why cling to a “Yue Qing” who no longer shares ties with the Tongsi clan?

Without hesitation, Lian absorbed it directly. The demonic fruit in his hand immediately withered and crumbled, while his source point instantly rose by five, reaching fourteen.

After the Golden Spirit Holy Mother departed, Zoro obtained full access to the list of deities and learned its origins.

Ling Duyu wished to avoid these matters, smiling gently as he saw Old Zhu off without a word. Returning to his cave abode, he led Qing Ying and the others into the Chaos Pearl before heading to the mountaintop and then to the Underworld with Old Niu.

Xiros swiftly dispatched all troops to quell the riots incited by the Raos’ poor, ordering: any resistance is to be met with lethal force.

Adding the money from liquidating his assets, he now had a solid 45 million planetary stones, more than enough to buy a Tiansuo special communication device.

Clearly, strong surges of power fluctuated nearby, indicating many formidable figures were concealed within.

After Cold Han spoke, he retreated with the Eight Vajras, while the thousands of disciples advanced slowly.

Emperor Jun, seeing that Ji Meng had no countermeasures, felt disappointed and turned to Fuxi, who wore a pensive expression, also without a solution. Finally, he looked toward another figure—the demon master Kunpeng.

Lu Buqing looked embarrassed, leading Li Fengqin out of a private room. Behind them were an elderly couple in their sixties, who appeared disgruntled as if just finishing dinner.