Chapter 65: The Demonic Flower Stirs Trouble (Bonus Chapter for Tips)

After a short while, the effects of the Beauty Elixir became evident; with the facts laid bare, Zhu Hongyun could no longer doubt. Mo Ke, his fury erupting, unleashed a surging wave of demonic energy. His assault was sharp and ruthless, roaring toward the elder with deadly intent.

Given the Demon Lord’s reputation, if she had stayed out of it from the start, he might have spared her. But now, she feared her chances for survival were gone.

Su Chunxiao, silent and furious, kicked Che Yu straight from the balcony into the swimming pool without a word.

As a top assassin, Bai Ziling was no easy foe. He was highly skilled with poisons, his preferred method of killing. With a graceful flick of his sleeve, a pouch of white powder dispersed into the air, spreading rapidly.

As a keen-nosed officer, the moment he heard the telegram come through, he sensed his superiors would rage over this report.

After indulging in food and drink, Xia Yan and the others followed Lin Wuyue to the rear hall to rest.

“Two regiments? Since when did Eighth Route Army commanders get so foolish? They know the garrison at Gongli Village is just bait, yet they send so many troops!” Before the brigade commander could speak, Colonel Matsumoto’s brow was already deeply furrowed, disbelief etched on his face.

She glanced at Fu Nianjun and Fu Yuan. Seeing neither surprised by Liu Si’s words, she understood at once.

Qin Ze suddenly laughed for no reason, wondering why these playboys couldn’t come up with new lines.

Murong Fu and his companions were all seasoned wanderers of the martial world; they recognized immediately that such a piercing sound meant powerful hidden weapons, perhaps even crossbows.

“Heh!” Lin Tian gave a laugh. His ultimate technique was the Great Wish, a last-ditch lifesaver he would never use lightly. But at this point, whether he used it or not hardly mattered.

Yu Han nodded. “Indeed.” Whether he was referring to the dissipating black mist or agreeing with Mi Duo’s words was unclear.

Qin Qi stood to the side, utterly confused, unaware that these two princes were putting on a show right in front of him—their intentions all too obvious. They clearly had no wish to pursue the matter, or perhaps simply couldn’t be bothered with whatever injustice Qin Qi had suffered.

Yage, saying this, withdrew his legs but had no intention of letting Fatty go. He immediately kicked at Fatty’s face.

Frankly, anyone would be at a loss if such an ethereal face suddenly broke into a foolish grin. As she thought this, she saw her husband indulgently offer her a grape.

“Not good, someone’s here!” Lu Qingyu’s heart skipped a beat. He quickly crouched and slipped into the roadside woods, hiding beneath a thickly leaved tree.

“People say never hit the face, but he’s insulting you! How can you let him off so easily?” Mumu was so upset she had to pinch Heizi’s cheek.

“Who’s in charge here?” The shout was like a thunderclap, instantly jolting everyone in the hall. The clever ones slipped away to find the bishop. Most remained, but kept a wary distance, hemming Yan Fei in the center without daring to approach.

At that moment, an Iceflame Flood Dragon appeared before them. Ziyu swiftly alighted beside the Wild King.

A murderous glint flashed in Chu Haotian’s eyes. He struck at the locust queen with a palm imbued with the authority of the Insect Command. The massive locust queen, terrified at last, was sent flying by his blow. Chu Haotian planted a foot on the creature’s huge head.

Chu Haotian leapt onto the largest Heavenly Jade Gold Crystal, flicking it lightly with his finger—a clear, ringing sound echoed out.

Wang Han even considered whether something embarrassing had happened in the bedroom; otherwise, why call her, a doctor, for this?

The great formation was already damaged and, with a Core Formation expert trapped inside, would not last much longer.

“A friend of Mengling’s,” Lin Rui said deliberately, hoping to avoid unnecessary bloodshed by drawing closer to Tian Mengling.

The old master had caught a cold recently, his voice nasal and heavy, but his dissatisfaction was still unmistakable.

The deputy leader lay on the ground, froth at his lips, eyes rolled back, body convulsing, growing ever colder.

Just as Ye Xuan had said, the Bai Residence was the safest place in Demon City. The First and Second City Lords were perpetually at odds, and Meixue dared not show herself openly—her identity as a member of the Charm Clan would attract too much attention. But within the Bai Residence, she was safe.

Soon enough, Chang Rui emerged from the Bloodstained Shield, taking on the air of an old housekeeper. Knowing himself to be the first servant, he was determined to set a good example and win favor with his master. However, he was deathly pale from blood loss, looking rather ghastly.

The instant the goal was scored, Xue Chuyu, watching from the sidelines, let out a wild cry of delight. Ignoring his own injuries, he charged onto the field, swept Liu Jin into his arms, laughing and shouting with unbridled joy.

She was the Oracle, not a deity. And even if she were, power could not arise from nothing; the law of conservation of energy applied in any world.

He Xuan recalled the endless forest of bloodvines encircling the borders of the He family’s domain, not forgetting to remind the family patriarch.

At this moment, more than a dozen martial artists had surrounded Chu Yunduan and Su Yan, but they had not acted rashly.

A thought flickered in Fu Cailin’s mind, his mind blank. The instincts honed over decades of battle took over, making him roll aside without a care for dignity.

The “brat” in question was, in fact, a bear cub—fond of playing with people, but unable to control its claws when overexcited.