Chapter 32

Wang Xian felt no pity for Chi Chengzi. He cast a mocking glance at the body that had crumbled into ashes, gave a cold laugh, retracted the Scepter of Indra, and swept toward the depths of this world.

For now, it was a matter of luck to see whether those terrifying black hairs would grow longer and whether they would spread across his entire body.

Wang Xian brought the ancient god organs from the River of Underworld in the Third Hall of Yama and the Second Hall of Yama before the Immortal Butterfly, one by one.

Xuan He had already obtained this secret technique of the Primordial Witchcraft from the couple known as the Blue Sky and White Sun. When operated in conjunction with the supreme treasure from the Ultimate Nether Heaven—the Reincarnation Altar—it unleashed vast and boundless power. With a thunderous roar, the great art suppressed the Taiyin Spirit-Refining Cauldron, and the voice of the Lord of Blood instantly fell silent.

On the battlefield, the rolling dust and smoke gradually dispersed, revealing the scarred and battered body of the Flame Serpent King.

Time flew by. Aside from refining incense to improve his cultivation, Wang Xian spent his time traveling to the Heavens Beyond Heaven to collect the origin energy of the universe, refining it into Source Pills to prepare for any eventualities.

Demon King Kas, who was about to turn and leave, paused. With demonic energy roiling around him, he raised his arm, his palm manifesting to a size of a hundred feet, and slammed it down fiercely against the sword light struck by Feng Li.

The massive golden mountain instantly magnified, appearing as solid as reality. The gusts of wind blowing against the mountain could not even stir a ripple, and they were completely suppressed by the golden peak.

"Hehe, giving up already? If your soul power is exhausted, then I shall not keep you company," Lin Sheng goaded. He wanted to provoke the other party into attacking him again, so he could seize the opportunity to achieve a breakthrough.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the dazzling light gradually dimmed, though it did not vanish entirely. Instead, it formed a light blue, water-curtain-like substance upon the stone wall.

As he spoke, he suddenly stood up, raised the rifle in his hand, and fired several shots toward the window of the apartment building opposite.

On the third night, while Leng Xiaotian was meditating, he decided to grit his teeth and force the flow of energy through the Weilu acupoint—if he did not break through tonight, he feared that Zheng Yuanzheng and the others would move against Princess Binglian.

Old An's reply caused Zhang Fan's spirits to lift. He then felt his divine sword, the Dark Emperor, let out a clear chime, followed by the blade bursting with brilliant radiance.

In any case, the mineral veins under Dallas would not grow legs and run away; this was merely one link in Andy's future Blue Sky business plan.

Outside the city, countless Turkic cavalrymen galloped, using the momentum of their charge to send arrows flying toward the city ramparts from afar. These bastards were incredibly accurate; even in the biting cold wind, they could still hit their targets.

Among them, those who dealt most frequently with the public—the police—received the harshest treatment. For killing someone on duty, the most severe penalty was merely dismissal from public office and restrictions on future employment; jail time was out of the question. As for the Ministry of Defense, which Mace specifically pointed out, they would face no punishment at all, save for a brief period of psychological intervention.

Zhang Miao'ke had long since become the big sister of the business world in Chang'an. Seeing her son frightened to such a state, the tigress's fury reached its boiling point. With one command, Li Yuanji's businesses were shut down. If she said the people of the Prince of Qi's mansion would be drinking porridge, they certainly wouldn't be having a full meal.

Yang Hao had long known of Wan'er's refusal to be sent away. Now that she had reached the Nascent Soul stage and was one step closer to standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Daoist Jiuhua, how could she let her efforts fall short at such a critical moment?

The following evening, Qin Sang sat in his room, listening as his subordinates delivered reports regarding Guose and Tuntun.

"The Assistant Minister of the Ministry of War for the Various Stars?" That was truly a title of some historical significance, one that perhaps not even my eight attendants knew in full. When addressed by that title, I could at best be considered a regional military commander. How did this young man, who couldn't even speak Japanese properly, know of this title I held back then?

Hearing these words, Man Luolan wept even more bitterly, to the point where she could no longer control herself.

"Hehe, sorry," I replied casually. Ever since that night, although the relationship between Qian Manman and Liu Yiyi had become somewhat awkward, they had quickly become familiar with me.

Although the four Nangong brothers were arrogant and domineering, they lacked courage. Seeing the tall, sturdy frames of the five Luo brothers and sensing the murderous aura they exuded, the four brothers worried they would come off worse and followed reluctantly behind them toward Ling Xia.

Was it because she looked too cute that someone gave her free candied haws the first time she went out alone?

Since I could think of this, then the Heavenly Demon Green Bamboo beside the Crown Prince and the Northern Qilin beside the Second Prince should have also realized it. This was precisely why the four war zones could not stop the three-pronged army of the island nation—everyone was holding something back.

Just as Gao Xianzhi was leading his troops to guard Tongguan, waiting for the decisive moment, and An Lushan was rubbing his hands in preparation to attack, the original momentum of their rapid advance slowed down. This was because An Lushan's own backyard had caught fire.