Chapter Ninety-Six: End of the Battle

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Pei Xincheng had always been somewhat slow and stubborn when it came to matters of the heart. For instance, she only began to awaken to feelings of love in her early twenties. Having decided she liked Wen Xun, she believed that her feelings would never change for the rest of her life. Originally, she was just thinking to herself that since Bai Qiye could recognize the dangers of the “smoke and fire,” he probably wouldn’t take the risk of producing it recklessly.

“Tsk, tsk, look at you, already favoring him even before marriage. If you do marry, who knows how much better you’ll treat him? Just don’t forget your dear brother and matchmaker here when that time comes,” Lin Yu said with a hint of jealousy.

The elders and sect leaders, who had been sitting quietly on the meditation cushions, were stunned.

Feng Yinjiu seemed to know what she was thinking. From somewhere, she found the strength to grab Su Wan’s hand tightly, her teeth clenched in anger.

Gao Congying didn’t even have time to chew; she swallowed directly, a strange flush spreading across her face.

She had watched her husband rise step by step—from a humble village commoner to the supreme ruler. Outsiders believed that if not for that terrible plague, the world would have surely borne the name Shen rather than Wen. But few considered how much higher Shen Cangfeng’s background was compared to that of Wen Yazi.

“Hmm, that’s true. We haven’t even figured out how to resurrect yet, and now we’re trying to create stars. That seems a bit unrealistic,” Li Canghai chuckled, thinking he might have been fantasizing.

Due to the burning effect of the black sin, the rapid recovery abilities of those heavily injured demons were greatly suppressed, leaving behind piles of severed limbs.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps, then the bedroom door was pushed open, and Mo Chen walked in.

Their group, upon seeing so many treasures, immediately felt their journey had not been in vain. Each person grew excited, but they also realized the tomb’s security was shockingly lax.

However, even if she were to sleep in another room, as long as Mo Chen was willing, he could enter at any time.

He stopped in his tracks, thinking, “It must have been a strong wind that buried this person. But I wonder if there’s still any breath left?” He bent down, grabbed the ankle, and dragged the body out, revealing a headless corpse with dried blood.

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At that moment, Yu Feng caused a massive explosion, triggering a blast in the energy-rich area above.

No wonder he was so shrewd; he knew how rare this opportunity was. If he didn’t seize it firmly, he would surely regret it later.

There was no reason Bai Ze could have been trapped by him. Moreover, judging by his appearance, Bai Ze was unaware of the profound mystery hidden within his body.

Sure enough, they saw an icebreaker ship lying sunken on the seabed—it was the Lenin. Originally from the Soviet Union, it had been brought from Black Swan Harbor by Ju Zhengzong and had been submerged in the High Sky Plain for over twenty-one years.

The Yan family knew Gu Jiujiu was going to make jerky at home, so she only took Sister Yuan to the village to gather herbs.

Thinking about the duel with Wang Wu in ten days, he felt uncertain, lacking any real confidence.

“Alright, I’ll call my dad now. Wait for my news,” Zheng Yao smiled, treating it lightly.

Ye Feng frowned. He had called himself? Why would these people think that?

At the very least, even though Ye Feng had loosened his shoulder strap, their gazes were only filled with concern, not the sly, lustful look typical of Japanese men.

In Jordan City, someone dared to blatantly smash his luxury car—an intolerable affront. If this matter wasn’t resolved, how could he continue his life, let alone confidently visit the Golden Dragon Entertainment Club?

Faced with that lion boy’s casual smile—vague yet deeply mysterious—they felt an odd unease growing in their hearts. What on earth was the lion boy up to?

Just as the intention to complete the mission was chosen, the seven-colored gem inside Ye Tian’s backpack turned into a streak of light and vanished into the system space.

The soul rush finally reached the centaur. Yulan, seeing Zhang Xuanchu pierced by two arrows, was enraged. When Zhang Xuanchu charged at the enemy and the enemy was frozen for two seconds, she unleashed the Demon-Slaying Divine Light—a powerful laser that pierced through the centaur’s body, causing it to fall straight down.

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The atmosphere grew indescribably eerie, freezing to a tense point. Even Captain Li Xinzhuo’s expression showed panic and unease.

Ximen Yu and the others were drawn to the fierce battle between the Sound Demon in the sky and the Boundless Heavenly Lord. The saying “to catch the thief, first catch the leader” applied here—the outcome of this battle rested in their hands. Whichever side won would assuredly defeat the other.

Unless Wu Chen and He Nong were eliminated directly, simply suppressing them with force would only breed resentment and eventual outburst.

The mountain wind blew, carrying white clouds that drifted like the softest silk. Lu Xueqi’s garments fluttered, her skin as pale as snow, exquisitely beautiful—a fairy descending from the heavens to the mortal world. In admiration, one could not help but feel a mix of affection and reverence.

At the moment of the explosion, Saitama was caught in the shockwave, flung backward instantly. His eyes shut tight, his face as pale as paper, he flew into the black void and vanished.

A familiar metallic right arm stretched out from the large hole, striking the rooftop floor with a sharp clang.

Adding to that, the master’s sour mood these past days had led him to harshly teach a few daring gangsters a lesson—breaking legs and arms in punishment.

That sound echoed lightly in Qin Yu’s ears but felt like a thunderclap roaring ten thousand times, leaving him stunned in place. Cold sweat trickled uncontrollably down his back.

“Later, I just want to smash their Olympus wine pool to smithereens,” Thor said, covering his face with a hood as he spoke.

After several intense clashes in the Demon Sea, both the archangel and Luoyang himself felt noticeably exhausted.