Su Yunyun, lying on the ground, watched as her fellow disciples were on the verge of losing their minds, turning into mindless zombies. Her face was filled with urgency as she shouted with great difficulty, "Get up!"
"Don’t let that black mist affect you!"
"As disciples of our master, how can we fall so easily?"
"His target is our master. Even though we know he stands no chance against our master, we cannot afford to cause even the slightest trouble for him."
"Even if it means death, we cannot let him devour us!"
Su Yunyun's shout instantly reignited the fighting spirit of her severely injured fellow disciples.
From somewhere deep within, they summoned an overwhelming surge of power, and one by one, they took to the skies.
"Damn you, old man! I’ll chop you to pieces!" Chi Yitong roared wildly, wielding a flaming cleaver as he charged toward the shadowy demon.
"Hmph, nothing more than the futile rage of ants!"
The shadowy demon waved his hand, and a wave of black mist engulfed Chi Yitong.
Chi Yitong, mid-flight, was instantly dealt a heavy blow. Blood spurted from his mouth as he plummeted from the sky like a bird with broken wings.
"Fourth Brother!"
The disciples watching from behind let out furious roars.
"You deserve to die! Fight me one-on-one if you dare!"
Hong Fengkuang, who had only half-recovered his body, charged straight at the shadowy demon.
"Ha, one-on-one? You’re not worthy," the demon sneered, casually swatting Hong Fengkuang.
Hong Fengkuang’s half-formed body exploded once again.
At the same time, tendrils of black mist, like a parasitic plague, crawled over Hong Fengkuang’s meridians, bones, and hair. His body writhed in agony, as if subjected to some unspeakable torture, thrashing on the ground like a fish out of water.
"Damn it!"
Su Yunyun’s eyes burned with fury as she watched this scene. Gripping her sword, she charged forward.
But what awaited her was yet another wave of black mist.
The terrifying mist enveloped her completely, mercilessly attacking every nerve in her body. The pain was a thousand, no, a million times worse than being flayed alive!
Just then, a figure suddenly appeared behind the shadowy demon.
"Die, you bastard."
Wu Chang'an’s face darkened as he spoke in a low voice. This was his life-saving talisman, a talisman of assassination.
The talisman transformed into a humanoid figure, its fist aimed directly at the back of the demon’s head.
"Boom!"
The shadowy demon merely chuckled nonchalantly, casually waving his hand to meet the talisman’s fist.
The talisman’s figure exploded instantly.
"Clever tricks, but before the Heavenly Dao, your petty schemes are useless," the demon sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.
"Chang'an!"
"Tsk..."
At this moment, Su Yunyun, still engulfed in the black mist, endured the torment and bit the tip of her tongue. A stream of hot, crimson blood shot out like an arrow, aimed directly at the shadowy demon.
This was her lifeblood, condensed with all her vitality and life force.
After unleashing this attack, she collapsed, on the brink of death.
"Ding!"
But the blood arrow was easily blocked by the demon’s hand, as if a raindrop had struck metal, producing a crisp sound. It failed to harm the demon in the slightest.
"Hah, ants will always be ants. You can never shake the heavens," the demon sneered.
The black mist, like crawling insects, began to devour Su Yunyun’s fortune while tearing apart her flesh and bones.
"Senior Sister! Senior Brother! Junior Brother!"
Bai Qiyu’s eyes turned bloodshot as he watched his fellow disciples suffer such excruciating torment. His mind went blank, but the cold laughter of the demon and the agonized screams of his comrades echoed in his ears.
His eyes grew redder, and his aura became increasingly violent.
A white light began to emanate from his fists, growing brighter and brighter until it became blinding in just a few breaths.
In an instant, he had unlocked his latent potential, entering a state of berserk fury!
Even as the black mist entangled him, his cloak billowed as he let out a furious roar and launched a devastating punch toward the shadowy demon.
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ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
