Volume 1 Chapter 26 Subduing Bai Mengli

Bai Mengli brought Chen Xuanting to the Moon-Gazing Pavilion and ordered servants to prepare spiritual fruits and wine to entertain him.

Bai Mengli poured a cup of wine, raised it, and said, "Please."

It instinctively tried to spread its wings and take flight, but it was too late. Countless shadow claws erupted from the shadows beneath its feet, winding around its perfect body like a multitude of tentacles in an instant.

Yet, this wall of ice, under such a violent bombardment, did not show even a single crack. How could one not be shocked by such power!

It is worth mentioning that Luo Chaoran has now completely retired from public life. With the situation among nations stabilized and even the internal sects within the country kept firmly in check by Wang Wu, the Dragon Group naturally dared not cause trouble for Luo Chaoran, who was on good terms with him.

The Zen chant drifted back and forth between the two mountains. The bandits suddenly froze in place, their eyes filled with confusion, their blades dropping to the ground. It took quite a while for them to come back to their senses.

The body was being torn apart piece by piece. If this continued, could it ever be reconstructed?

He was giving no face at all. Thud, thud—every blow landed squarely on the Lava Behemoth. There was truly no room for idle chatter here.

A-Er listened very attentively; he did not feel that Jingzhe’s concerns were superfluous and offered words of comfort.

"Hand over Ye Wanyue, or else I will paint the Valley of Severed Affections red with blood today!" Ye Tianhao was chillingly stern; his voice seemed to carry shards of ice, causing those around him to tremble instinctively.

Before leaving, Jingzhe grabbed some shelled nuts for A-Yao, but she refused to take them, insisting that what she had been given in the morning was enough to eat.

The Great Qian Dynasty had its capital in Jinling, while the Northern Zhili region belonged to the fief of the Prince of Yan. Ever since the founding emperor, Yang Qi, seized the empire two hundred years ago, his fourth son, Yang Shou, the Prince of Yan, held Northern Zhili as his fief, later renaming it the Beiping Prefecture.

Inside the towering City Lord’s Mansion, a middle-aged man with fiery red hair, bathed in terrifying purple flames, suddenly opened his eyes. The purple mysterious fire around him erupted instantly, the flames causing the surrounding space to distort violently.

Just a moment ago, he had sensed a peculiar aura, and a thought had sprouted deep within his heart: the source of this aura held something of great importance to him.

These branches and vines—this was just... this was just too damn incredible! They actually knew how to divide labor and cooperate? Intercepting the prey first?

However, it was still worth a try; after all, she knew far more about the rebel army than we did.

Its terror lay not only in its extremely formidable destructive power but also in the aura of killing intent it exuded—suppressing people on a spiritual level, leaving them without the will to resist.

In other words, these adamantite fragments alone could provide Sun Cheng with a harvest equivalent to tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones. At that moment, Sun Cheng even felt an impulse to hurry back to the locations where he had killed the mutant gold-eating rats along the way and collect all the adamantite formed from their blood.

After resting for a night at the hotel, the group set off the next morning toward the location of the Blood Beast.

"Because there is Yong, and there is Yinyin," Lian said softly from the side, holding the excited and joyful Yinyin.

Sun Cheng endured the intense pain of his meridians being scorched, guiding his true essence to circulate in sync with the blazing fire energy, while simultaneously swallowing its power bit by bit to strengthen himself.

The night was thick, as if dyed with ink. As it reached the small hours of the morning, the already sparse stars and moon were obscured by dark clouds. The entire mountain range suddenly plunged into a state where one could not see their own hand, devoid of even a sliver of light—deep,沉, and oppressive.