Chapter 110: The Might of Thunderclap

At the instant he completed the blood sacrifice, Fang Xiao locked onto an eagle demon in the sky.

This gray eagle was clearly larger than its kin, with a wingspan at least one-third greater. It also occupied a higher altitude, serving in much the same capacity as a commander.

From high above, it repeatedly gave out sharp cries, making the flock’s attacks on Fang Xiao more orderly.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several more stones came plummeting from the sky, crashing heavily into Fang Xiao’s body.

P.S. On a sudden impulse, I wrote this passage from The King’s Avatar. I loved it when I read it, so I borrowed it today as a tribute—and as encouragement to myself.

“I don’t know.” How could Mu Ningyou not be worried? It was precisely because she had received a call from Ye Fei, who told her that the leaders of Black Kill and Dark Spirit had become involved, that she had rushed over, worried about Bai Susi and Leng Yi. She had already made up her mind: if they could not get through this ordeal, she would remain by Leng Yi’s side and accompany him.

At its peak, the sect had even been guarded by a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage. Although there had been only one Nascent Soul cultivator, who would not show the Hundred Herb Sect a little respect?

The toad egg looked crystal clear. Within it, two tadpoles could faintly be seen curled up inside, their tails and eyes distinct.

They were in first class on the plane, still flying over the Pacific Ocean. The three of them were sleeping leisurely in their seats.

So big data and cloud computing really were wonderful things—every department could make use of them. After adopting Weibo Cloud and the Bashe System, the efficiency and precision of every department had improved dramatically.

It had been terrifying after only three or four days of life. If it reached adulthood, what would it become? No wonder it was known as the most terrifying creature in the universe.

Though they could not exactly be called childhood sweethearts, they had known each other for many years. Yet in Xia Linfeng’s heart, she could actually be placed on the same level as Cheng Zili. Why did Cheng Zili, merely by appearing, immediately hold such a lofty position in Xia Linfeng’s heart?

It was precisely because this sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced that her mind seemed to be emptied in an instant. The world turned a vast, hazy white, with diamond-shaped snowflakes drifting through it.

Sure enough, someone could no longer sit still. Wasn’t Murong Shuxiao’s remark an insinuation that they had planted spies around her?

“I…” Xu Chengxin could not complete even a single sentence. His trembling hand slowly rose and pointed behind Murong Shuxiao. The others followed his gaze.

At last, Su Han’s body began to float upward. As I watched the seawater gradually grow lighter in color, my mood brightened along with it.

Once Qin Ran lifted her foot away, she expressionlessly picked up the chicken leg from the ground, tore off the filthy portion, and threw it away.

That question was not without reason. In their Huo family, there were usually two people addressed as President Huo—one was Huo Zhengde, and the other was Huo Jingchen. Yet today, there was another: Huo Beixiao.

“Nothing…” With the way you are all lying there, does this family still recognize him as its head?

Cheng Zili, however, understood Lu Yichen. If he truly wanted to kill Shen Yingcai, he could have used all sorts of methods that would have left no trace. Why make such a grand display and let everyone know? Wasn’t he practically handing others evidence against himself?

He cautiously lifted a corner of the carriage curtain and saw Xiao Liangdi, dressed in a eunuch’s robes, lying inside and snoring away.

Daina, however, did not have time to fight it. Even one-on-one, it was already extremely difficult. Now he also had to take care of Tiga—how was he supposed to fight?

Looking at the wound that pierced straight through his body, that was the only explanation that made sense. If that really was the case, Wanyu felt much more at ease. At the very least, he could give the dead Lin Zhiren some account.

Shen Shushu’s cheeks were flushed. Her body rigid, she did not dare move, burying her head timidly against his chest.

If this had been the only exception, one might have said that the head of the household had something wrong with his mind. But what about everything that came after? What about the rest?