Chapter 37: The Butcher and the Village of the Undead

However, the more people there were, the more complicated the situation became. Once a fight broke out, Chen Yang would be forced to kill without mercy. He understood well that the various factions heading for the Ailao Mountains were not simply after the demon beasts’ inner cores. According to Master Yao, the Ailao Mountains were shrouded in poisonous miasma and almost completely isolated from the outside world. There must be all sorts of rare treasures and spiritual herbs hidden within.

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“So he’s already dead.” The graceful figure in the sky spoke with a voice as mechanical and emotionless as a machine. When Qing Hong saw the person who had appeared before her, her pupils suddenly contracted and her heart pounded wildly for no apparent reason. She clenched her hands tightly, suppressing the murderous intent surging from within. She knew it was the deep hatred the original Qing Hong had felt for Mu Feng.

“Senior Sister Su, well… Junior Brother Yin Feng, didn’t we say we were going to take the front positions so we could be among the first to enter the secret vault?” Liu Sanxing suddenly pulled Yin Feng forward.

“I’ve heard of this immortal as well. They call him ‘Grandmaster of the Cosmos,’ and he has four disciples known as the ‘Heavenly Intent Dao Quartet.’ This immortal usually wanders the world, rarely seen, like a dragon glimpsed but never grasped. Since you mention him today, could it be that you have seen him?” the Emperor asked.

Bai Mozi slept in her clothes, as did Tangtang. For the past three days, she did nothing but sleep, ignoring everyone and everything, and, upon waking, would simply return to sleep. The cool rationality upon which Magpie had always relied was now entirely overtaken by savage impulses. At that moment, a pulsing sound resonated through the entire altar, rhythmic and sonorous like a heartbeat.

A colossal apparition of the White Tiger manifested behind Ye Fantian. Its immense body was countless times more terrifying than its opponent, emanating an aura of ruthless slaughter. This was the sacred White Tiger, symbolizing the sharpness and might of the Western Metal.

The Daoist looked up and saw that the sword, wrapped in violet light, had somehow become cracked.

“Excellent!” Qin Tian’ao struck the armrest and laughed heartily. Since time immemorial, what emperor hasn’t wished to be remembered for eternity? Qin Tian’ao was no exception. His earlier gloom was swept away, replaced by delight, and his gaze upon Qing Hong grew even gentler.

To perfectly extract the pear core, the blade must follow the precise grain of the Heavenly Mountain Snow Pear’s flesh. This required the chef to have an intimate understanding of its structure.

“What’s going on? Clearly, my domain is far stronger than yours,” Jiang Tianchen said coolly.

The Crystal Dragon Hunter’s body went limp; his dragon-hunting blade slipped from his grasp, and he collapsed to the ground.

Of course, both sides lost some members. Under the deadly poison of the Red Moon Demon, seven or eight gray corpses lay scattered across the ground.

He had originally wanted to surprise Kexin, but after this incident and the misunderstanding, he was cast out once more.

The Scarlet Tiger Sword felt itself instantly bound by an invisible force, unable even to muster the will to resist.

Though Shen Yi dressed plainly, there was an innate confidence and composure about him that astonished her.

“Roar! Another one come to die?” The Sea-Pillar Demon Turtle sensed a threat above and snorted. The remaining three demonic pillars shot blood-red beams skyward.

He was a bit puzzled—he didn’t seem to know anyone on Mount Shu, let alone have any enemies here. Who would come knocking at his door at midday?

“It must be because the school discovered that Uncle Hai’s home address is very close to ours,” said Wang Chong, who was feeding the pigs, her beautiful eyes blinking lightly.

At this point, Zuo Wuxie’s tone paused suddenly. Turning his gaze to Jing Ye, Jing Ye feigned surprise, “If that’s so, then it’s my great fortune to receive such favor from Alliance Master Zuo.”

In the deep of night, the world was silent and still. Both sides of the great battle were conserving their strength, waiting for dawn to fight again. At this hour, Yan Yi stepped out from the makeshift general’s residence set up in Xuzhou City.