Chapter 23

As the number of demonic cultivators at the Nirvana Realm dwindled, their assault on the dozen or so overlapping Nine-Layered Celestial Prisons slowed significantly.

Sun Wukong and the Dark Wolf King had both manifested the divine armor unique to immortals, while the Golden-Haired Monkey King, Jing Ke, Li Bai, and the others were shielded by defensive barriers. Everyone was poised and ready, their conditions at their absolute peak; even the Dark Wolf King radiated a faint, sinister black glow.

"Let me take you," Tang Yu said, reaching out to grasp Luo Xiaobing’s hand.

Mo Ran, the Madwoman, Zhong Qing, Xiao Wentian, and Nie Feng accompanied Jiang Ting as they returned to the Huashang Sword Sect.

Liu Qingqing gazed at the medicinal pill with excitement. Though her talent was mediocre, with the aid of such pills, she could force her cultivation forward.

Under normal circumstances, as one practices martial arts and internal energy grows over time, the meridians within the body must become tougher to withstand the surging true energy.

The Bear King was a treasure from head to toe—surely Sun Wukong wouldn't eat all of it? Couldn't his fur and bones be used to forge a few divine weapons?

Red—it was a color as passionate as fire, yet her expression was cold, devoid of any smile, filled only with profound sorrow.

Miao Miao was a top student at the Capital Dance Academy, invited to Chuan City for a special performance.

A dull thud caught the attention of the Dark Wolf King and the Golden-Haired Monkey King! What had happened?

With a flick of his thought, his flying sword carried him straight into the air, and with another, he banked and streaked dozens of meters away.

Once the first step of the Star Sea Technique was successfully mastered, the practitioner would spend the following period continuously consolidating the stars within their sea of consciousness, until they finally coalesced into completion.

Just as Li Kuafu was worrying, Wang Hongru arrived at the villa entrance with Su Ruoshui, much to Li Kuafu’s relief.

He was a demon, a beast—someone never to be trifled with. Every time he woke from a nightmare at midnight, it was the shadow of this man. He had thought he would never see him again in this lifetime, yet less than a month later, he had fallen into his hands once more. At this moment, he was truly beyond tears.

At the same time, in the home of Chancellor Wang Zeng, several ministers sat with grim expressions. They were Lu Zongdao, Liu Yun, Chen Zhizhong, Sun Shi, and Cai Qi.

"Xiao Wen, you should be proud of yourself. You have made me consider you a true opponent," Zhang Hu said with utmost sincerity as he gave chase.

Having spent over a day in this formation space filled with spirit beasts, Jian Yi felt a surge of excitement at finally seeing other human cultivators.

Jian Yi wiped a cold sweat from his brow, his nerves taut, his spiritual sense locked firmly onto the spot where the Evil Monarch Nong Yu had been moments before.

"Brother, let go. We're just trying to make a living," a bodyguard’s low voice rumbled in his ear.

And, true to form, the scatterbrained Yue Lingshan suddenly realized she had lost something and struck a spark. Just as she was sweeping the ground with the flame, a firm hand grabbed her.

Xian Yun snatched the candied fruit back and shoved it into her pouch, her cheeks puffing out even further.

In truth, she had many doubts in her heart, but she didn't know how to ask; by rights, these were not matters for a servant girl to concern herself with.

Ye Mo and his group were mainly there for the novelty, so after a quick discussion, they opted for a two-thousand-credit booth.

The bald man and his associates were having a wild time playing cards in another room and looked annoyed when Leina called them over.

Back then, Zhao Mu and I truly lived without security or direction, yet our bond was deep. We knew that the other was one of the few pieces of family or brotherhood we had in this world.

Huang Mingyue’s face turned green. He glared at Xuanyuan Tianxin as if he could eat her alive, cold malice radiating from him.

Faced with the bizarre appearance of Wei Su, Xuanyuan Tianxin remained unmoved. She withdrew her Soul-Chasing Spear in a flash, then reached out and gripped the air; with a shimmer of light, a silver scepter half as tall as a person appeared in her grasp.

"How many times do I have to tell you? You have to be ruthless!" Ah Xing was referring to Fatty Cong’s failure at Pig Sty Alley that day.

At this moment, Tie Qi released the rope on the other side. Wang Yang didn't even need to exert force; he simply swung with the momentum, and Tie Qi went flying headfirst toward the other side.

Su Lingling was nothing if not professional; after all, one doesn't get into the same class with the same mentor as Pei Jingxia by just coasting.

Chen Tianxiang puffed out his chest. Under the brilliant lights, he had to appear sufficiently high-spirited.

"It’s you. You look like a swindler. Did I, the General, say wrong?" Shen Yunzheng was righteous and indignant when speaking of Xiao Fu.

But looking at their lineup—a Vladimir in the top lane, a Graves in the jungle, and a Lulu to protect them—it was a formidable force.

He did not linger, heading toward the emergency room like a gust of wind. The nanny, seeing this, hurried to follow.

Jiang Yichen and Gu Xingzhou strolled lazily behind the pair, each gazing at their beloved with eyes full of laughter.

"Damn it, I’ve got a jaw of steel. If he dares to slap me, his hand will definitely hurt like hell," Crystal Brother dropped the act, laughing while he began packing his peripherals into his bag.

He was at the peak of the God-Breaking Realm, while Chen Yu was only in the early stage. Though his true strength was unknown, the gap between the early and peak stages remained a vast chasm.