Volume One, Chapter One Hundred: The Chatterbox Little Princess

The scene of being beaten just now was still fresh in his mind. The beautiful woman before him was truly fierce and merciless when she fought ghosts; even now, he still felt a chill of fear.

And besides... there was also...

He secretly lifted his head to glance at Shen Xin, whose smile was sweet.

His whole body shuddered.

Alas, when a ghost is under such crushing pressure, it has no choice but to bow its head.

How had he ended up so unlucky?

More than ten minutes later.

“Where is the good stuff you mentioned?”

“Soon, soon.”

Two ghosts were floating behind the male ghost.

It turned out that this old man was also a celebrated figure in the martial world. Because he owned a horse ranch, people in the jianghu called him the Horse Keeper. As for his real name, everyone had long since forgotten it.

“You should go and speak properly. Don’t let your grandfather get angry again!” Shen Lingfei said at once, remembering that Old Master Yan’s heart was not in good shape.

“Wei’an, I really am worried about you, all right? From now on, you can’t keep making me worry like this!” Jing Wenyan said with a soft sigh.

A dog bullying others by leaning on its master’s power—that was exactly how it was. Dodo had felt that Ruoxi was treating Ximen Minghao badly, and that was why it had suddenly grown spirited.

Everyone looked worriedly toward the figure at the center of the explosion, wondering whether Zhong Lang could endure it. As the blast faded, the spiritual storm gradually dispersed, and Zhong Lang’s figure slowly came into view.

He kept bowing and scraping, his “humble” behavior so excessive that it was hard to feel anger toward him.

Pang Wuji and the other three arranged everything properly, each taking charge of one direction. Although the Fish-Flying Daoist might not dare to defy the world’s will so brazenly, nothing in this world is ever absolute. It was wise to make one more set of preparations.

The other Nascent Soul ancestors naturally would not casually make enemies of a faction, especially since each of them represented the face of the great Divine Transformation powerhouses behind them. Unless the other side’s arrangements were truly riddled with flaws or had suffered a major blunder, no one would take on the role of villain.

Second Form: Starfall. The sea of stars roils as countless stars fall; meteors descend from the heavens in a lightning-fast, relentless slaughter that destroys everything.

“The third segment is still manageable, but I absolutely won’t fight the fourth segment like this again,” Tang Haoran said.

Turning his head to stare at the silver-haired figure before him, Red-Blood Yama was clearly flustered by You Kuang’s question.

Although the heat was searing, those simple-minded mountain bears were not afraid in the least. They wanted only to drive away the two uninvited guests who had intruded into their lair. Without a word, they launched a frenzied assault, but before Elune’s sharp ice magic, they ultimately suffered for it, shrinking back far into the distance.

With a faint glance at Yan Hong and Yan Jinhong, who still hesitated and dared not move forward, then turning to look at You Kuang, whose eyes were closed, You Tong narrowed his old eyes slightly and smiled faintly.

“I say, Boss! People always say brothers are like limbs and wives are like clothes! And you actually abandoned us just for those two pieces of clothing that aren’t even yours yet, and ran off to the northern bank to enjoy yourself?” Bai Jinlong cried out with sheets of paper stuck to his face.

Hearing this, You Kuang finally understood. When he had seen You Lan, Liu Yan had indeed been with her as well; it was that sharp-eyed fellow Shu Qingliu who had recognized him and told You Kuang about it.

He panicked and hurriedly moved a little deeper into the cave. The oppressive heat diminished somewhat, and the crimson magma and flames swept past before his eyes like a waterfall. A feeling of having escaped death by a hair’s breadth filled his heart with joy.

In short, the first creation of the Divine Refinement Art was not a surprise, but it had still achieved the expected result.

Behind Zhu Song and Tian Guoqing appeared two deep, broad footprints, stamped hard into their flesh. Both men cried out shrilly, spewing two mouthfuls of blood before crashing to the ground. They rolled for more than thirty yards before finally stopping. They were already badly injured and could not get back up.

At this point, it seemed to be drawing near. Su Muyun pricked up her ears and could even make out the sounds from outside, as though they were talking about something concerning Wang Hongsheng.