"Reporting, reporting to the seniors, the Destiny Cards of the Xura Demon Lord and Fudao Demon Lord have been broken," the subordinate said with a trembling voice. After speaking, he knelt on the ground, shaking.
"What?"
With just one word, it caused a huge uproar.
Including Ao Bifang and others, almost at the same time, they all stood up.
Terrifying aura circulated around these powerful beings, and the entire hall instantly became extremely oppressive. Countless objects turned into dust, and those with slightly weaker cultivation found it hard to even stand.
At the Demon Lord realm, they would usually leave behind a Destiny Card in the clan, so they could know the life and death status of clansmen who went out at any time.
And when the Destiny Card shattered,
It also meant the owner of the Destiny Card had perished.
"Why is this happening, why is this happening?"
Finally, after a brief silence, Ao Bifang shouted in a cold voice, his body trembling, and in front of him, the body of that subordinate instantly turned into a rain of blood.
At this moment, his heart was almost bleeding.
One must know, although his Red Sun Clan was powerful, the Demon Lords were definitely the top combat power, and every one was like a pillar of support. Losing two in one go...
Such a loss...
Not to mention there was the matter of Ao Qingcheng before this.
"Ao Qing, Ao Qing, this is all because of Ao Qing," Ao Bifang growled through gnashed teeth, "Red Sun Clan Demon Lords, listen up, we're heading out right now!"
"I want to go see what is coiling around Ao Qing, a dragon or a tiger!"
"Yes!"
The experts responded in unison.
Then, following Ao Bifang's stomp, over twenty experts soared into the sky together, casting small shadows on the ground.
Among the twenty plus experts,
There were seven Demon Lords and over ten Demon Emperors.
This lineup was enough to flatten most of the powers in Nansha.
Wherever they passed, the space was filled with a strong oppressive aura. Under the absolute killing intent, many birds passing through the sky within a hundred zhang of them were directly shaken into dust.
Pingjiang City.
The drizzling rain had stopped.
But the muddy ground after the rain was not good for working.
So Yi Feng, Wu Yonghong, Chu Kuangshi, Sun Zhuge and others were chatting idly in the Martial Arts Hall. While they were chatting, Lu Qingshan also ran over.
For a time,
The Martial Arts Hall was extremely lively.
"Since everyone is here, and the weather is a bit cold, why don't we make some hotpot and eat?" Yi Feng said with a smile.
Hearing that Yi Feng wanted to make food, everyone else was delighted and nodded eagerly.
"But you guys have to help out, I definitely can't handle it alone," Yi Feng added.
"Teacher, just order us what to do," they said hurriedly.
"Alright, Old Wu, you three go help me prepare the meat!"
Yi Feng said with a laugh. He was a bit indecisive about what to eat though.
He wanted to roast a whole lamb.
He also wanted to make an eagle stew.
But making a wolf meat hot pot also seemed good.
After thinking about it, he simply took out the Space Ring.
Seeing his Space Ring, everyone's eyes widened in shock and awe.
Obviously, they also saw how incredible this ring was, absolutely incomparable to ordinary storage rings.
"Hehe, cool ring right!" Yi Feng laughed.
Everyone quickly nodded.
Yi Feng raised the corners of his mouth, also understanding their gazes as country bumpkins, since this ring was given to him by cultivators after all, how could they commoners have seen such a thing.
"You guys just pick what to eat!"
Yi Feng directly opened the Space Ring and dumped all the beasts in it out in one go.
There were leopards, eagles, snakes, deer...almost everything, piled up almost the entire yard.
This stunned everyone, their eyeballs almost popping out.
"That's a Lightning Eagle?"
"That's a terrestrial snake!"
"That, that's a Flying Heavenly Wolf!"
Everyone was shocked silly, because these were at least Demon Commanders or Demon Kings, although they had guessed the food Yi Feng prepared wouldn't be simple, they never expected it to be so incredible.
"Oh, I also have a tortoise here!"
Yi Feng took out the old tortoise and said, "But for this tortoise, each of you can only have one sip of the soup, I need to use it to nourish my disciple."
"Demon?"
"Emperor!"
The appearance of the tortoise shocked them even more, with cold sweat flowing down Lu Qingshan's back. At least Wu Yonghong and the rest were still Martial Lords, but he was just a junior who had just entered the Martial Emperor realm. Seeing a tortoise that had surpassed the Demon Emperor realm who knows how many years ago, he was extremely conflicted.
Something even stronger than him was just going to be eaten like this?
Seniors were indeed seniors.
So generous.
But gradually, they built up some immunity.
After all, existences that could instantly kill Demon Lords were going to be used to make a meal, so what was a few Demon Commanders and Demon Kings?
Instead, they could enjoy the feast.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
