Volume 1, Chapter 39: The Murderer's Tome!

[Double kill! A double kill without any double kill notification!]

Gu Lingge did not know why she had stopped Chu Zhaonan. Whether she simply lacked the will to move or was genuinely afraid, even she herself could not quite figure out.

When the old Taoist priest uttered those words, Fu Can trembled all over. His entire mind became crystal clear, leaving only that single sentence echoing relentlessly.

He saw countless delicate white hairs enveloping him like an ocean, every single strand as sharp as a blade. Merely brushing past left trails of scorching smoke upon El's source-information body.

Besides, if humans die, don't you lose one enemy fewer? If humans die, can't you take over human territory? What harm is there in human deaths for you? If humans die, don't you have one natural predator fewer, leaving no one who can threaten the status of the dragon race?

Seeing Li Tianyou ignore him, Lei Hu flew into such a rage that the veins on his forehead bulged. He transformed his hand into a claw and launched an attack at Li Tianyou.

Guanguan possessed immense physical strength. She threw a punch at Li Tianyou, and the sheer force of her fist blew his body backward through the air.

Because the heritage of the Metal Clan was passed down completely from father to child, Jin Xishan knew many things, and he had an even deeper understanding of what the Gathering of the Five Elements truly entailed.

Two cultivators of the Willow Clan restrained Li Tianyou from left and right, while black baleful Qi slowly crept up his neck.

The man's attire was comical and exaggerated, and his gestures and movements were coy and affected. Everyone who looked at him could not help but laugh.

He cast his gaze around, taking in the diverse expressions of the various gods. They had already abandoned him, long since casting away the hypocritical reverence they once habitually wore on their faces, allowing themselves to freely display the truest scorn and disdain residing in their hearts.

He raised the Golden Crow Divine Sword to parry, nearly being driven fiercely into the desert like a nail. The webbing between his thumb and index finger throbbed with agonizing pain as the immensely powerful shock completely tore his flesh apart.

With just that brief sentence, she vanished like a bird into the vast night, leaving no trace behind. Only lonely old me was left dumbfounded in this Blood Bat Forest.

After finishing, Qin Xiong's eyes welled with tears, and his cheeks flushed crimson. In this situation, no one spoke a word; everyone harbored only endless emotion within their hearts.

Yet, the idea was wonderful, while reality proved cruel. Having just stepped into the Immortal Realm, where on earth was one supposed to acquire currency? Lin Yu could not help feeling troubled.

"You may withdraw. Leave this place to me to handle," he cleared his throat and strode down. This time, Houyi's gloomy expression was gone, replaced instead by a hint of a smile.

"Hehe! Not only did I light a cigarette, but I only smoked a tiny bit before putting it in the ashtray next to the surveillance monitor. Do you know why?" Lin Yu asked again.

With no other choice, I dialed the number for Xinkai Travel Agency once more, yet this time no one answered. I glanced at the wall clock; it was already past 11:00 PM.

An Yixia and Zhou Wanqing's gazes occasionally flickered toward Shen Guangnian, though most of the time they kept their eyes fixed closely on Mosixuan. Shen Guangnian was extremely perceptive; if anyone looked at him a couple of times too many, he would instantly notice.

"Go! Destroy Feng Xun at all costs! Leave not even his soul behind!" The figure nodded and instantly vanished.

"Hehe, Huang Yuntian, let the Eight Desolation Mountains serve as your coffin!" The Second Prince walked at the very front, a cold glint flashing through his eyes.

Following the internal strife instigated by Viscount Garth, the entire Kingdom of Saxony suffered heavy casualties and devastating losses. Yang Yi estimated that it would take at least three to five years to recover. After all, raising an army required money, and even more so, training. For Snow White to organize another army in a short period of time was sheer wishful thinking.