Chapter 118: The Sovereign Path of Slaughter

“This… this…”

“The Netherworld Earth has been shattered, the eternally silent Netherworld Earth has been shattered!”

At that moment, near Bloodrock Hill, the human warriors suddenly shouted in disbelief. They stared at Luo Hao, who had reappeared on the broken Netherworld Earth, their gazes slightly dazed.

Some of the human warriors looked at Luo Hao as if he were a monster. “Is this guy really just at the Qi-Spirit Realm?”

Not only the human warriors near Bloodrock Hill but even the black-robed Bone Clan fighting Luo Hao felt the same way. Could the humans who were fiercely battling him truly be mere ants at the Qi-Spirit Realm? Or was it that the opponent had been concealing his true strength all along?

“No matter what you are, I…”

After creating the Qi Burst Sphere, Qi Burst Arrow, and Qi Burst Blood, Wu Hen deeply felt that his strength was far from sufficient. He needed to develop an even more powerful secret technique to contend with the endless stream of masters from the Alliance of the World and the Ten Thousand Calamity Demon Hall.

“Heh, this position was originally reserved for the Demon Wolf Mercenary Group, but I suppose they no longer need it. It would be a pity to let it go to waste. If you want it, I can help you secure it,” Yan Hui said with a sly smile.

At this moment, the corridor was filled with banquet tables, occupied by officials of the fifth and sixth rank and lower-ranking royal family members.

He was also grateful for the hard work of the court attendants and had them escort Lu Yourong home directly. Bearing honor and admiration, Lu Yourong left the main hall and completely departed from the power center of the Great Tang.

Despite relying on the Blood Fury’s power, he had nearly exhausted all the spiritual energy within him to lay the formation perfectly under the watchful eyes of Gao Pingjing and Slo.

Moreover, the Feng family had the best private doctors and the finest psychological counselors. Leaving the hospital to assist Yu Xi at home in recovering memories might accelerate her restoration, which was a good thing.

Others naturally had to respect Yan Tianyou’s face, especially since Yang Mian was a low-profile person with some talent. Now an official ranked fourth grade as the Deputy Supervisor of the Palace, unlike Yang Zhao, who flaunted himself outside all day, he held a favorable impression of Yang Mian.

“Trust me, you must trust me.” With a single hand raised, Chu Yang’s Black Soul Ring flashed, capturing Murong Tianxue within it. Then he himself slipped inside as well.

Furthermore, his wings seemed to be pulled by some gravitational force, tugging at him so much that even flying became a strenuous task.

“In that case, I’ll trouble Consort Rong,” Zheng Wanyan smiled sweetly as she met the other’s gaze.

Jiang Feng took the steamed bun out of the bag. The originally squashed bun slowly inflated, returning to its original shape.

He balanced on a single claw, standing upside down, flapping his two paws in midair, and with one claw, gave Gu Xiangsi a playful peace sign.

Locked in deep eyes filled with red veins, in just one glance, all of Gu Xiangsi’s protests were choked deep in her throat.

Feng Qingyao was stunned for a long time. Always cherished and held dear, she had never experienced such cold indifference. After waiting bitterly and longing for the moment, he didn’t even ask for her name.

Ling Xiao schemed in his heart and immediately brought over a variety of freshly roasted, aromatic dishes and meats, stuffing them into their hands.

This time, Zhu Xuan deliberately chose an outer robe with extended sleeves to cover the teeth marks on his hand before once again entering the palace to seek an audience with Emperor Jin.

On the hill, two horses became tense over a patch of low grass, each eyeing the other warily, eager to drive the rival away and enjoy the patch alone.

Cao Ran twisted her body and suddenly felt a burning pain in her lower limb, involuntarily letting out a sharp hiss. Rolling up her trousers, she revealed swollen knees twice their normal size, bruised purple and black from hitting protruding rocks during her fall.

Dining in the cafeteria, Lin Qing was not picky. When he reached his private room, someone had already delivered his meal inside.

The group etched the size of this planet deeply into their minds, divided it into sectors, and then began their search.

The Sun God laughed madly, and the three suns above his head suddenly blazed brilliantly. The central sun exploded with a thunderous roar under the gaze of the saints.

Today was the most ‘exciting’ day for Jiang Ke—escaping death felt like starring in a blockbuster film.