Chapter 122: Mad Demon Ravaging the World

Mad Demon?

These two words had appeared in Ye Cheng’s mind for the first time. Before this, he had never even heard of the Mad Demon’s name.

“What do you mean?”

Even though Gwen had said something that greatly interested him, Ye Cheng had no intention of letting her off so easily.

If she had to die, die she would.

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Dead! He could accept defeat, but not death. At that moment, he was seized by profound fear, like a drowning man overwhelmed by helplessness.

I have never heard my family mention this. If it is an empty grave, why could they not tell me? I cannot shake the feeling that something is hidden here—perhaps even a secret I know nothing about.

Her already radiant red lips had been bitten open, and against the crimson of the blood they looked even more alluring. Leng Tianjue was stirred by the sight. Yet seeing the lips he himself had wounded, he suppressed the urge to pull her into his arms once more. Instead, he took a small white porcelain bottle from inside his robe and reached out to draw her closer.

He gazed ahead, weary and helpless. Almost unconsciously, he took a step forward. Then, as though suddenly sensing something, he stopped and turned around.

The sun poked its head through the clouds. The thin mist had already dispersed, and the construction workers who had labored through the morning emerged from the site one after another in search of food.

Given Xia Amei’s cultivation, he could never believe that she had been capable of injuring Xiahou Qi to such an extent.

Guo Xifu’s face was deathly pale, her eyes filled with desolation. She looked as though she had just recovered from a serious illness, allowing Ling Qin to support her from the side.

Old Man Nanhua watched Leng Tianjue’s back with a pained expression. The child was gone, and the agony in Leng Tianjue’s heart could not possibly be any less than Su Yaowu’s pain when she learned the truth.

In theory, a Spirit Envoy could control only one elemental spirit, though spirit power could also be harnessed through spell-armor inscriptions. Aside from that, Spirit Envoys such as themselves fought using a power known as Divine Might, and they could summon spirit battle armor as well.

Huo Ziyin repeatedly tried to reassure himself, but his consciousness continued to weaken. At last, darkness clouded his vision, and he collapsed.

After crossing the threshold into the world of cultivation, there had been a period when he believed that as long as he became a cultivator, he would be able to transcend the constraints of the mortal world and escape worldly control.

Years of inner conflict, years of anguish, years of burdens—all had finally reached a satisfying conclusion at this moment. He was relieved. He felt secure. He had finally let go. Judging from that single punch, his martial attainment was comparable to the pinnacle of the Martial Emperor realm, or even the Martial Sovereign realm.

She set down the flute and slowly straightened herself, but one leg remained raised high, for fear that the fragment of silver resting on her toe might fall.

“What are you two sneaking around here for? Don’t tell me you’re trying to steal confidential experimental data.” Qingpi was joking, but he showed no intention of leaving.

Shi Xiangxia sighed. “All these years, I have often said, ‘I am no master of the game,’ yet the one who truly understands my heart is the Worthy Fan.”

“That is true,” embroidered Qin replied. “In the past, I merely took your words for modesty. I never imagined they contained such profound meaning.”

Filled with emotion, Shi Xiangxia took a sip of tea.

Fan Zhao gestured animatedly and spoke without pause, explaining the five “great” inventions in detail. Everyone listened in stunned silence, finding Fan Zhao’s ideas utterly unbelievable. Proud in his heart, Fan Zhao nevertheless put on a modest air and made a sham display of asking the others for their opinions.

At that moment, Ye Lan had gleaned a great deal from Rinon’s words, but there were still certain points he could not understand. He therefore decided to continue asking Rinon a few questions.

After her veil was lifted, Chu Wanqing remained remarkably calm. She did not struggle in the slightest, merely pressed against the cold dagger and stared blankly at everything around her.

Hook-Red City had always been the place where the Demon Sovereign bestowed demonic power to celebrate the birth of a demon fiend. There was only one day each year on which the rite was held—the Day of Bestowal—and every year, a new demon fiend was forged into existence within the Demon Prison.