Chapter 113: The Kill

Separated by a great distance, Qin Yue could not hear what the two were saying, but he could tell that they likely knew each other. Xu Lingzi wore a complex and conflicted expression, while the evil cultivator remained lighthearted and unconcerned. Suddenly, a streak of sword light struck toward him without warning! He "panicked" and dodged. It looked like a hair-breadth escape from the bloody light of the blade, though his clothes were shredded by the fierce sword aura.

"I heard them discussing that the tomb ruins are protected by a powerful restriction left by a Chaos-realm expert, and that it cannot be broken without the strength of the Chaos realm," Huo Que explained.

"Wasn't I keeping watch for you? How could there be any question of exposure?" Zhou Tian frowned, puzzled.

Flash! Dan Lingzi’s eyes flickered slightly. At that moment, Yang Ting felt something wrong—not a fear brought on by the outside world, but a force emanating from within her own body that made her feel deeply uncomfortable, even nauseated.

Although Qing Xian’er had veiled her peerless face, it could not hide her otherworldly aura. Fortunately, while those people cast glances her way, they did not attempt anything else.

The tang dao often got stuck when dealing with mutated beasts or zombies with reinforced physiques, so Yan Yun had sought out a heavier weapon, preferably one that could sever bone and tendon in a single strike.

Now, the Ten Thousand Demon Blood Array’s fire banner had been broken, followed by the wind banner; only the water, thunder, and earth banners remained. Yang Ting attacked the thunder banner, and within it appeared a mottled monkey demon with wings on its back—this was You’an, the guardian of the thunder banner.

"What nonsense are you spouting? He is a friend I know; what is wrong with me coming to check on him?" Hearing Meng Qing’s chilling laughter, Qing Ling glared at her with her beautiful eyes.

Over there, Di Chongxiao had fused the Seven-Polar Spirit Source with the Miracle Spirit Fruit in an instant, achieving a perfect Seven-Polar Spirit Union. Concentrating all his divine light into his left hand, Di Chongxiao slowly drove the Demon-Slaying Blade into the Dark Soul Heart held in his other hand.

Seeing her elder brother in a predicament, Xue Fengyu immediately turned her spear toward Di Chongxiao and snapped, "You with the surname Di, isn't your ability supposed to be greater than the heavens? If you have a grudge, go find the one who wronged you. What is this? If an employee causes trouble, do you blame the employer for everything? Have we returned to the era of the ancient barbarians?"

Yan Wu flew toward Jiang Siya. As for the Five-Deer Evil Sound having transformed into the Reincarnation Book, Yan Wu was not particularly worried, as Sister Yang Ting was watching over it.

However, the sliver of reason she still possessed told her that she could not fall for food again! With great difficulty, Qu Yiyi finally closed the lid of the food box.

But if that were the case, what was the purpose of setting such a snare? And who was it meant to trap so firmly?

Tang Miao sometimes felt she was a strange person. If she liked something, she had to have it, even if it was worthless; but if she didn't like something, she wouldn't accept it even if it were precious and rare.

Seeing Liang Zhi mention Po Xin, Mo Ruoli tentatively asked about Po Xin’s condition in recent days, and why she had refused to see Su Jingnian from start to finish. She wondered if there was some unspeakable secret hidden within.

Jin Fangyan was at a loss for words. He had intended to lecture Tang Miao, but in the end, he simply laughed. Although she had surprised him, she was still the same rebellious and eccentric Tang Miao he knew. He hadn’t misjudged her; if she had suddenly become cold, calculating, and steady overnight, that would have truly frightened him.

"Sister-in-law? You know you are my sister-in-law, so why did you still come to this appointment?" Meng Zheng scoffed, as if he had heard a ridiculous joke.

She curled her lips in mockery but said nothing, until the man took her hand and they began to walk again.

Unlike usual, he was not in a hurry this time. He explored tentatively, as if inviting her and waiting for her response.