Chapter 108: Dogs Eating Dogs

The old man was so incensed he felt as if his lungs might burst. With his hair standing on end in fury, he flashed forward, giving chase to Qin Yue.

"You little beast, how dare you spout such slander! If I don’t teach you a lesson today and show you how to behave, you’ll never know the meaning of repentance!"

"The old monster is trying to kill someone! Is there no one here to stop him? As a Heavenly Immortal of the Third Realm, how can you shamelessly bully an innocent wandering cultivator? Our lives are lives too!"

"Stop right there!" the old man roared in a rage.

As the demon army perished in the depths of the sea, streaks of green light began to converge toward the Dragon Palace. A closer look would reveal that these green glimmers were nothing other than the blood of the demons.

Perhaps Hu Qiang’s way of eating was a bit too unrefined; a young nurse sitting nearby stared at him as if she had discovered a new world. "Am I really that strange?" Hu Qiang asked himself, though he generally ignored the odd gazes of strangers.

A sect leader does not necessarily represent the highest level of skill among players, especially before becoming a prominent orthodox sect and gaining the advantage of improved cultivation efficiency.

"Report to the City Lord, the losses for the World Union have been tallied," said a middle-aged martial artist as he entered. He was Hua Xiong’s nephew and one of his most trusted confidants, having been present during yesterday’s events.

While Hu Qiang was sighing to himself, the security detail arrived in full force. They were surprised to find Hu Qiang there, and upon seeing the man in their uniform lying on the ground, they asked those around them, only to find no one recognized him. They then turned to question Hu Qiang.

"Chujian, you’re teasing Uncle Hai again." Qin You cut me off, criticizing me quite bluntly.

Wuming smiled and glanced at the Broken Sword beside him. Lately, Broken Sword had shown the most progress. Like Wuming, he was a practitioner of the blade, and in the way of the sword, no one on this continent could compare to Wuming. A casual bit of guidance from him was worth more than long hours of arduous contemplation on Broken Sword’s own.

The Tiger-Fiend Sea Demon had no choice but to surrender his soul mark. With a wave of his hand, the practitioner took the mark and absorbed it into his own soul.

Therefore, Yin Shiyan decided to help Ye Chu, so that others might understand the truth behind Ye Jiarou falling into the water.

Lin Lang shrugged and sat on the soft sofa. Coalball immediately nudged her feet with his tail, acting like a sycophant and behaving with total docility.

Zhang Hong stood trembling to the side, staring intensely at the tips of his shoes as if a flower might bloom upon them. Opposite him, the man’s face was as cold as frost, his presence dark and oppressive.

"God of Slaughter, I didn’t expect you to have the nerve to show yourself. As long as you abandon this City of Slaughter, there is nothing I can do to you," the Spider Emperor said indifferently.

A thin layer of sweat beaded on Ye Chu’s forehead. This was bad—Lu Huai had recognized her voice. He must surely know her identity by now.

"I recall that a few years ago, a compass was unearthed in the Taklamakan Desert, with its edges shaped like stone houses. Looking at it now, it bears a striking resemblance to this labyrinth," Old Man Qiu, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up, his expression one of intense recollection.

Every move Tang Yun made was so open and honest that one felt it was a sin to even suspect her.

However, the one who caused the trouble last night was Xie Mao—the Xie Mao who, after being reborn, cared for nothing and was determined to stir up chaos.

Hearing Xiaoyaozi speak in such a manner, Huang Shulang scrutinized him carefully. He used his soul perception to probe Xiaoyaozi’s strength, but the result was simply "poor." Still, he couldn't tell what medicine Xiaoyaozi was hiding in his gourd, and he wanted to see how this would play out.

Using fire stones and snake stones to control the form of a sword was indeed clever, but Mo Lin still had an even more flexible method hidden away.