Volume 1, Chapter 61: Sowing Discord

Hearing these words, Shen Nanyue’s face turned alternately pale and flushed. Jiang Jinshu’s remarks were like a sharp blade, piercing precisely into her most vulnerable spot.

Given her current predicament, entering the Tao family was already like stepping into the tiger's den, yet the Shen family was by no means a safe haven either.

"Jinshu, you are right. I have indeed come to beg you only because I am at my wits' end. However, you must also understand that once I make this deal with you, it will be equivalent to betraying the Shen family."

"Hmph, there are too many people here, and plus you're injured, so your big brother won't lower himself to your level and will let you off this time. Once your injuries heal someday, I'll properly spar with you again!" Uncle Li glanced sideways at the nearby people with an indifferent expression.

Furthermore, Xu Muyue's identity and background were extremely unusual. If anything were to happen, let alone Jiang Xi being unable to bear the consequences, even her superior's superior could not afford to take the blame. Fortunately, they were safe for now.

More than a dozen fellows from Changtai Credit Company, armed with benches, steel pipes, and rubber batons, swarmed forward together to attack Jiang Huai.

Li Musi wore a blank look on his face. Shouldn't he normally be the one to discover such gossip first?

The vast majority of this tribe were demonic cultivators, and their leader was Hao Hai, the master of the Demonic Sect. Hao Hai stood alongside figures like Yuansheng of the Nanyan Bodhi Temple, Dugu Jiubu of Yuelong, and the Great Divine Priest Ximang Silin, each representing a major faction of power that could not be easily eradicated at anyone's whim.

They were all uniformly poisonous snakes, absolutely numbering no less than a hundred, every single one darting its scarlet forked tongue as they slithered toward Shenyin and the others.

The troop had already climbed to an altitude of one thousand four hundred meters, leaving only a hundred meters to the target. Chu Haoran clutched his fists nervously, staring fixedly at the map while the sweat on his head was enough for him to wash his feet with.

"Don't give us any nonsense! If we don't see Fang'er, Kuanglan won't let you off!" Lin Han, standing not far from Mo Yang in the audience seats, watched Mo Yang's stifled expression and was already laughing hysterically on the inside. However, the act still had to be maintained, so he roared angrily toward the Mo family's direction.

Bai Qiuan thought to himself and rubbed his nose. He found it rather difficult to imagine what a stern-looking guy like Ji Wudao would look like dressed in a bright red suit.

"You! Chu Haoran, I'm going to fight you to the death today!" With that, Bai Feifei charged directly at Chu Haoran.

Lu Ya had been in secluded cultivation within the Palace of Goddess Nüwa all these years, and this was his first time seeing the various demons since the Lich War. Earlier, Lu Ya had been worried that the demons would not submit to him, so he concealed his whereabouts for a long time in Beiju Luzhou to gather intelligence on the demon race.

The Dark Dragon did not know why it had suddenly forgotten, but things were fine now. Having suddenly recalled these memories, the Dark Dragon's originally bewildered heart was no longer lost. It knew what it had to do.

Zhao Zhengce also knew that such words could only be touched upon lightly—to be grasped intuitively rather than spelled out explicitly. After all, once everything was laid completely bare, it would lose all its charm.

As he spoke, Ding Shou’s gaze was fixed on the void where Gousheng had vanished, paying no attention whatsoever to the life or death of the two turtles. For Gousheng to transform into a spiritual beast was already a supreme blessing; what did two turtles matter?

"Transform!" The form of Xuanwu was changing again! My eyes "watched" as Xuanwu began to shift from the shape of a turtle: patterns appeared on its body, its turtle legs elongated, sharp claws grew out, and its eyes enlarged into tiger eyes! Its head began to undergo a distinct transformation! The character for "King" began to emerge! Finally, Xuanwu transformed into a White Tiger!

Jinzha and Muzha were both matches for the three Bodhisattvas, but the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord could no longer care about such things at this moment. He unleashed his Thousand-Eye Golden Light; if Jinzha and Muzha were to be touched by this Thousand-Eye Golden Light, death was certain, completely bypassing even the possibility of severe injury.

When it came to close-combat prowess, aside from Li Song and Wu Shisan, who in the world could compare to Houtu, who originated as an Ancestral Witch? Enduring a blow from Yuanshi's Three Treasures Ruyi through a bitter-fret strategy, Houtu closed in on Yuanshi's physical body, and then applying a combination of tactics, she was firmly resolved not to let Primordial Aunt pass.