102 Physical Transcendence! System's Special Edition Three Legendary Deities!
“Who says you have to win a duel? Losing can be even better!”
Do you still remember what Dark Malik wagered before the duel began in this grim game of shadows?
In stark contrast to Dark Malik was the original owner of this body—Surface Malik.
All the damage Yu Yi sustained during the duel was mirrored on his own body; each loss of life force caused a part of him to be swallowed by the dark void.
“So,”
“Speak. What is your purpose in returning to Daxing?” Dugu Ningke appeared once more before him, and a fleeting glimmer of nostalgia crossed Gu Xiao’s eyes before he resumed.
Facing three adversaries, each at the ninth level of Body Refinement, Gu Xiao did not believe Long Xingyu’s chances of victory were high.
“Miss Su, do you think I am so easily persuaded?” Baili Yan’s face darkened completely.
“Can they interfere with the message you’re trying to send?” Chu Zheng interrupted her sternly.
She knew well enough that she was regarded by the Mu family as an aberration—an existence they reluctantly accepted. She was but the soul of Feiyun, borrowing the bone and blood of Mu Yudie to form a physical vessel.
Yet Yun Shu had this feeling: she and Huo Fan were like actors whose roles had long been arranged, repeatedly playing their parts amidst a stage already set with props.
As Gu Xiao listened to the mournful, enchanting melody of the flute—a tale of a lovestruck maiden who waited foolishly her entire life, only to be forever denied—an unexpected thought stirred in his heart: Could it be that this fragrant soul truly had not yet faded away?
Zhu Houwei glanced briefly and then lost interest, turning instead to examine what exactly was being sold at the stalls. Roughly counting, there were no fewer than a hundred stalls here, and no more than two selling the same kind of food. Clearly, in every trade and profession, there were rules all of its own.
When Wen Qinghuan and Zuo Hua finished their meal and left, they happened upon Gu Zhitong and her companions also finishing theirs.
The next morning, I tidied myself up a bit, thinking that since I would be dining out that evening, and any acquaintances made would be potential clients, I didn’t want to appear sloppy or unkempt.
Li Mengji felt that once he took the first step, the second and third would come more easily. Just as he was about to confront the terrifyingly protruding bulging eyes of the gluttonous beast, he closed his eyes.
Among these four drops of blood, one belonged to the demon clan’s chieftain from past years—a conclusion the master had reached after years of research, linking the origin of the demon clan’s life force to the blood of the sinborn.
After speaking, Li Guangyou turned coldly and silently. With a slight wave of his arm, the black-clad men understood immediately, stepping forward to support him as they slowly exited the gathering place.
“Queen Mother, I humbly beseech you to temper your wrath. Please spare the Guanghan Fairy this once, so she may be freed from her millennia-long torment,” Guo Qing said, bowing deeply.
“Is this what two hundred degrees Celsius feels like?” Long Yuan felt the burning sensation the spirit paper brought, defending himself with true energy as the undying flame roamed his body, absorbing the intense heat. He chose to ignore his eccentric teacher—an old rogue much like a wily rat, forever scheming against him.
The howling ceased, and the Eternal Flame withdrew its gaze from the boundless distance, turning once more to the Purple Butterfly.
In such large-scale battlefield operations, the demonic path had long established a complete system—rules for when to attack, when to defend, when to advance, and when to retreat.
It was only because Ma Dong casually glanced his way—a look that seemed to carry endless crimson blood and bare white bone.
As others prepared to persuade further, Long Teng waved his hand: “Brothers, no need for more words. After I leave, you must take good care of the army. The Norma tribe has just been defeated; do not let your guard down. The troops will eat in shifts—do not allow any mistakes.” Seeing Long Teng’s resolute tone, none spoke further but all responded in unison.