Chapter 41: Wangshu in Peril, The Ice Crystal Coffin

Furthermore, not only his physical body, but even his primordial spirit no longer felt like his own, as the Six-Eared Macaque acutely perceived.

An entity far more formidable than his own will had taken absolute command over both his physical frame and his soul.

Shrinking into a remote corner, the consciousness of the Six-Eared Macaque trembled in sheer terror, reduced to the status of a helpless spectator.

"If you truly have nothing on your conscience, then you may leave. And on your way out, be so good as to send Zi'er in," Hua Qingyi said with a lingering smile as he saw Lan'er off.

As for the Eighth Route Army forces that had launched a surprise raid on Pingchuan Town, Kaneshiro Rokugou did not believe they belonged to the local guerrilla detachment operating within the mountainous region of Hubei. Intelligence received earlier had indicated that both the primary forces of the Eighth Route Army stationed in the Taiyue Mountains to the west of Hubei and those situated to the northeast had been exhibiting a high frequency of activity over the recent period.

At the very summit of the thousand-stone stairway, clad in flowing white robes with his long hair gently swaying in the breeze, Tang Xiao was seen stepping gracefully downward.

Upon hearing the commander's directive, Li Ziyuan heaved a sigh of relief before daring to waste another moment. After saluting the various leaders of the sub-district command, he immediately turned to depart. Yet just as he reached the threshold of the command headquarters, the political commissar called out to halt him.

"Who taught you how to shoot? Where is that person now? To which party or faction do they belong?" Liao Fan had no desire to become entangled with any political faction once connections were established.

Although he was unacquainted with the martial arts world of the Central Plains, he was at least aware of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Knights Manor. Upon hearing that Fu Can possessed the capability to defeat the King of Samsara, a look of sheer disbelief instantly flashed through his eyes.

In numerous corners of this metropolis, a multitude of dilapidated inns and rental lodgings existed—a complex mix of the genuine and the fraudulent, with highly intricate compositions that ordinary individuals would do well to avoid.

The moment Gu Yun saw the fiend stir, he instantly suppressed his agony and lunged forward with every ounce of his remaining strength, his right hand raised high behind him at an oblique angle, charged with immense force much like the legendary broadsword of Lord Guan.

It seemed that this national defense organization was indeed sufficiently low-profile, truly living up to its reputation as spies among spies and secret agents among secret agents.

After Suo escorted Liu Wei back to the detached courtyard, Liu Wei shared her suspicion that the Empress Dowager Sun might still be alive with Rong Leng.

A cold sneer crossed the heart of the Slaughtering World Heavenly Demon: *What sort of virtue your Black Demonic Heaven possesses, do you really think this old ancestor is unaware? Would you be so kind-hearted as to hand all these treasures over to me? I wager you are simply plotting some fresh scheme for later.*

Humans possess three souls—heavenly, earthly, and mortal—whereas plants possess only the heavenly and earthly souls. Luta was a floral spirit, inherently lacking the mortal soul.

Previously in the Western Frontier, even among men of aloof and haughty disposition, which of them had not been thoroughly courteous and impeccably polite upon meeting her?

Amidst surging celestial power, five powerhouses at the realm of the Five-Grade Luo Tian Xian strode forward toward the area, their rhythmic footsteps suggesting they had all practiced high-level celestial movement techniques.

With a furious roar, Ye Xuan snapped his arms outward and slightly parted his hands, condensing a ball of thunderous energy between them before fiercely hurling it forward in a devastating strike.

Without a moment to lose, they immediately began making preparations, knowing that delay was perilous—should the Demonic Heavenly Blood Emperor return, not a single soul present would likely escape alive.

Though less than half an hour had passed, the elderly gentleman seemed to have aged a decade. His white hair was disheveled, his eyes red and swollen, and his face streaked with un-wiped tears. Appearing wretched, pitiful, and deeply hunchbacked, his entire body shook violently.

In her dream, she was submerged in deep water while her father on the bank leaped in without a moment's hesitation to attempt a rescue, only to be swept away by towering waves, drowned, and instantly vanished from sight.

Night walked over to her mother's side, keeping her back turned to Gu Guanchao without addressing him directly. Yet catching the faint scent of alcohol on him, a touch of displeasure surfaced within her: *If you hadn't been drinking, would you not have dared to come?*

In the end, even Bi Ang's physical body was reduced to ashes, and people initially assumed he had completely perished. However, a faint ghostly shadow of a beast soared forth, taking the exact form of Bi Ang's true self, before vanishing in a flash to merge directly into Shuiyue's embrace and disappearing entirely.