Volume 1, Chapter 62: The Taoist Temple in the Deep Night

Unable to bear listening to the voices inside the house any longer, the two of them crept quietly back to their room, retrieved their weapons and the jade Pixiu, and slipped away from the Begonia Sect's stronghold without a sound.

Jiaojiao’s face instantly turned ashen, and she snapped in fury, "Just what is it that you people want? Are you actually planning to murder us?"

Powerful figures from the righteous path observed the unfolding events from the shadows, while those from the demonic sects watched closely as well. Both sides eager to witness how Li Bixia and the mighty figures of the masked factions would clash, and what the ultimate outcome of their battle would be.

That explains why these mortals are so formidable; it turns out they have backing after all.

Since that was the case, Li Bixia immediately decided to hail a cab back. However, upon stepping out of the pedestrian street, he didn't see any taxis, though he did spot several pedicabs parked right at the entrance.

This is simply too legendary! Is there a single phrase I could use to express my absolute awe and admiration for you?

"Gah!" Meng Hao let out a furious roar to alleviate the excruciating pain racking his body. Though the agony was almost unbearable, the baptism of lightning had significantly strengthened his muscle and skin tissues, and the thunderous energy coursing through him was gradually depleted.

"Now, share your thoughts with me. This is our current situation, and frankly, it's even worse than we thought." Dorgon had nothing more to say; at this point, he simply needed someone to share the burden. Ever since the death of Dayu'er, his solace in spirit had dwindled drastically.

"There are bombs planted at the venue, and they'll go off in ten minutes," Kihara Yasu explained, right before hearing a chorus of sharp intakes of breath over the communicator.

Having finished his curse, he likely felt it wasn't enough, and raised his foot to deliver several vicious kicks to the man's body.

Upon hearing earlier just how formidable Zhao Donglai was, half of Hongming's heart had turned cold with despair. Yet now, hearing the Master of Tongtian speak, he felt a faint glimmer of hope once again.

He had spent at least a thousand years in the Eastern Sea and had laid eyes on countless celestial maidens. Yet, never since the creation of the heavens and earth had he encountered one as breathtakingly peerless as Fairy Caichen.

As for that other boss, who was also a necromancer, it hadn't even managed to cast a single skill against Yang Fang. The rest of the party had obliterated it in less than three minutes.

Beyond the ninefold heavens, atop a towering white cloud, auspicious mists coiled while golden light spilled from the edges, spanned by a rainbow arch—a realm of absolute serenity.

Just before dinner today, Qiu Ye had dragged her older brother upstairs, intending to pay her respects to Grandma Qiu before heading back to her godmother's place. But the moment they opened the door, they saw everyone gathered in the living room, looking as though another quarrel had just taken place. She thought to herself that they had returned at the worst possible time, silently praying that she and her brother wouldn't get caught in the crossfire.

It appeared to be a mundane method of concealment, but it was actually exceptionally clever. On the surface, these Daoist statues showed nothing unusual, and their outer walls were quite thick; tapping them with a hand made it nearly impossible to tell they were hollow. Moreover, each statue possessed a certain heft, so ordinary people would never think to move them.

Consequently, Yin Yiting got off work early and went personally to pick up Qianyue. Instead of going to a hotel, the two of them stopped by a supermarket and loaded up with a generous supply of ingredients.

The first time Xu Fang disappeared, excluding the time it took to travel back and forth and converse with the boss, she had roughly seven minutes left. What we couldn't understand earlier was how Feng Liang, a conscious adult male, could have his entire body covered in crawling insects yet die without offering the slightest resistance.

After inquiring and sorting out the details, they finally learned the truth: she had been riding her bike too fast and had crashed, smashing into someone's vendor stall in the process. The owner was now demanding compensation, but she had no money, her bike was wrecked, and neither side could agree on a price, leaving them locked in a complete stalemate.