Restoring Sight

Qingyang Town was not particularly far from the Purple Sword Sect, but that assumed one had spirit mounts or the ability to fly. Relying solely on foot, Ye Yanqing and his companion would need to walk for about ten days.

On the same flying boat, the old man immediately scolded the young man who had spoken, glancing in the direction where Lan Suxin had disappeared with a flash of dread in his eyes.

Xia Tian was taken aback. Hanging out with Liu Meng? Surely Song Xinyue had no idea that she was merely playing along in a staged act with Liu Meng.

Xia Tian knew for certain that Zhao Dafai would know how to handle the situation. He would not risk losing his current status by bending the law for personal favors to clear his younger brother, Zhao Dafu. The fact that he had quickly won Liu Hai's favor after joining the Fierce Wolf Gang proved that Zhao Dafai was a decisive, resourceful, and capable man.

"Big Sister was still here at noon. Then she vanished in the blink of an eye. Later, I heard that Luo Tong had appeared here," Tao Rong said nervously.

A pang hit Xia Qianjin's heart. She longed to drag Qin Xiao down and beat him relentlessly. How could he dare act so arrogant here? Couldn't he see the kinds of people sitting all around them?

Su Xiao regarded the moss-covered gate of Fang Liu's residence as a trap, from which a lazy man eventually strolled out.

When Ye Yanqing finally returned to the vanguard camp, Feng Huirong was only able to set his mind at ease after confirming he was unharmed.

The two men retreated simultaneously, then doubled their hands into fists to shatter the icicles hurtling toward them.

In the blink of an eye, those four demon-commander-tier beasts all found excuses to retreat, yet they dared not leave entirely. Instead, brandishing their weapons, they shouted and charged toward the giant catfish demon, which was locked in an evenly matched battle with the crab demon.

The words had just fallen when—crack, crack... The ghostly skull began to emit shattering sounds, fracturing outward from the exact spot Xie Tong had pressed. Fine cracks spread rapidly, eventually blanketing the entire skull.

Yet, growing up, this was the first time she had ever seen someone choose an airport—a place entirely devoid of romance—to make a confession.

By then, presumably many would be delighted to witness such a spectacle. Dogs biting dogs, how utterly fascinating.

Lin Siqi caught the meaning in my eyes and let out a cold snort. "Who do you think you're trying to fool?" With that, she ran off to act spoiled in front of her boyfriend, ignoring me completely.

Qin Shou smacked his lips a few times, rubbing his rumbling, hungry belly, and casually tossed the glowing Seven-Orifices Exquisite Heart to the terrified Hogg. Then, hoisting Zhang Hao up with one hand, he walked toward Gray-Clothed Alley.

Hearing his promise, Lin Ruoyu's heart warmed. Even though Lin Jingyi was always prone to talking nonsense, she would still believe every word he said to her.

Ever since Xie Tong returned, the old goat had not shown his face at all, and goodness knows where he had gone to carouse. It seemed that tomorrow's trip to the Heding Sect would have to rely solely on himself and these friends.

The next moment, right in the path of Zhao Han's advance, as many as six gigantic blood-red palm prints materialized. Each palm print spanned three to four zhang in breadth, with sunken centers and fully formed fingers, glowing a vivid, nauseating shade of crimson reeking of a sickening stench of blood.

"I can't quite describe the sensation, it's far too profound." Xie Tong was still contemplating the mood and intent behind the powerful fist aura left behind by Yue DuBu.

The Mask of the Demonic God: every Demonic God within the Demonic God Altar possessed a mask unique to them, symbolizing their status and rank. Each mask was distinct, representing their respective numbers among the Seventy-Two Pillars of Demonic Gods. However, those ranked within the top ten possessed power far surpassing any of the other Demonic Gods.

At that moment, he wished he could be like the young shaman officer in the sunshade, possessing three eyes so he could simultaneously keep abreast of the situation on both sides.

However, the sky was overcast and shrouded in mist. Despite straining his eyes to the utmost, he could not make out the shifting expressions on Shang Lu's face.

It was much like the relationship between Sun Wukong and the Six-Eared Macaque. Still, that mattered little; since Qingqing had nipped the danger in the bud ahead of time, it was close enough. If she couldn't handle it herself, borrowing Harry's fortune would be more than enough to cope.

Feier stared for a long time before asking in puzzlement, "What on earth is this? An unfinished face?" On the drawing was a stone resembling a mask with a dome and a tapered chin.

The two shadowy figures grew even darker, clearly thoroughly angered. Feier remarked that several more would die shortly, and suggested that the two ghost shadows step forward to handle the matter, letting the people here know that evil brings its own retribution.

"Are you truly unwilling to help?" Countless waves of fury in her heart ultimately condensed into just this single question directed at Meng Changdong.

"Hmm..." Li Lulu drifted slowly over to Li Chengjue, hovering at eye level to lock gazes with him, seemingly peering through the other's eyes to observe something.

This time, Shang Lu not only set a precedent by breaking through his meridian apertures right inside the yamen, but he also forged a pioneering path regarding promotion.

Yet that night watchman claimed he had heard no unusual noises in the vicinity, nor had he seen any suspicious individuals.

Bypassing the wall, he looked into the interior of the estate. Inside lay a vast courtyard complete with rockeries and lakes, lacking nothing.

There was a buffet on the second floor of the hotel. Ye Yaoyao went there for breakfast first before heading out with a handbag over her arm.

"What on earth is the situation now?" The martial artists who had witnessed the scene of the Demonic General devouring a human were all too well aware of the terrifying nature of the Demonic Generals.

She understood in her heart that with her own strength, it would be difficult to gain a foothold in this realm. Since Ye Meng dared to venture into this realm alone, he was clearly a supreme expert unafraid of attacks from others, and temporarily following Ye Meng was a rather good choice.

A sturdy man took form as the Ancestral Dragon's physical body coalesced, his upper body baring muscles on the verge of bursting with power.

Because he hoped that many of his friends, and everyone on Earth, could enjoy such carefree and untroubled times.

Xiao Long's vision grew moist. Everything from back then seemed as though it were right before his eyes—that pitch-black night when eight youths drank wine and swore their innermost oaths. Yet never had he imagined that after so many years, those who remembered the oath remained, and they had truly carved out a realm of their own.

Li Zhi took his legs off the desk, took a deep breath, and straightened out his train of thought before suddenly realizing that the Nebula Mainframe was right—his approach really did seem to have gone off track.