Chapter One Hundred Nineteen: The Name of the Battle Demon

The setting sun, red as blood, cast a long, crimson-stained shadow of Luo Hao upon the ground. His hair was as dark as ink, his gaze profound, exuding an invincible aura that seemed to declare him second to none.

After a few moments of silence, the entire Blood Rock Hill erupted into a frenzy. Every gaze directed toward the battle circle was filled with a trace of reverence. This was not merely due to his strength; more importantly, the man had used his power to uphold the dignity of the human race and had delivered a resounding slap to the Bone Clan.

"Hahahaha..."

Suddenly, a series of laughs erupted from the battle circle. The human warriors fell silent, watching as Luo Hao’s eyes flashed like lightning, scanning the other dark-robed figure seated on a prayer mat. "Bone..."

Not only was the Beijing Pavilion desolate, but the entire West Garden was cold and lonely, inhabited only by fallen concubines. Servants rarely ventured this way.

"Whatever you think is fine; you handle it." Jiang Ke felt no aversion to this. He was not a man of heroic delusions; if someone could find the perverted serial killer before he did, he would be nothing but pleased.

Lin Tianyao was not consumed by his magical flames; he had charged straight into the magma. How could he not be dead?

Ruoxin initially just touched Fenghua’s cold lips, but Fenghua remained motionless. Anxiety gripped Ruoxin’s heart. She then recalled Guan Jingtian saying that when she and Fenghua were close, those black mists would flow into her body.

Zoro looked at the man as if he were a lunatic, pointing at the corpses scattered inside the temple.

"It is because of them." The Qishe’s eyes remained closed. Perhaps once opened, its pressure alone would be too much for not just Lin Xiao’s body, but perhaps the entire Death Realm to withstand.

"You deserve to be dumped. They were only concerned about you; you don't know when you're well off." Xu Yi felt a chill in his heart. If Yan Xiaoxiao were willing to interfere in his life, he would probably be overjoyed.

In just one minute, he had slaughtered hundreds of monsters, converting them all into soul essence.

A light breeze drifted through the open door, brushing against the long hair resting behind Fenghua’s back. A strand of black hair fluttered across his forehead, but Fenghua did not move.

Since that was the case, he would surely possess the ability, or the desire, to truly contend for these things against this creature of unknown origin he now faced.

"As for other matters... Lord Shana will naturally make arrangements." Amidst his rapid sprint, a mysterious light flickered in Bai Sheng’s dark eyes as he looked into the distance.

"You like it?" Hearing Sister Xu’s tone of pure enjoyment, Jiang Jiayi could not help but gasp.

He had originally thought it impossible to continue such deception. There was no helping it; he thought that exposing himself like this was certainly wrong, but regardless, he no longer had any say in the matter.

With that, Li Tianchen raised the Hell Demon King’s Fork, instantly tearing through the void, and his figure flashed inside.

Startled by the sound of the door opening, Meimei turned back to find a man had entered the bathroom, and she hurriedly hid her body in the water.

Often, he truly had nothing to say. "I don't really want to hear about that matter, nor do I want to understand your thoughts. I only know that I am busy and have many things to do. I only hope you can leave my affairs immediately, instead of remaining so insatiable like this."

"Liying, I'm going to Deng Chao’s wedding in two days. Do you want to come along?" Chen Nuo had thought of this, so he wanted to take Zhao Liying with him to help her meet more people.

The three of them arrived at the Thousand Shadows family bathroom together, while Panazi went to tidy up the guest room that had not been used for a long time.

Hearing the old man’s praise, Qiu Li smilingly took over the conversation. Just as he prepared to flatter this Master Lin, an accident occurred.

Seeing Tang Feng’s movement, the bald youth realized he had kicked an iron plate today; he neither dodged nor retreated, taking the blow head-on.

Mu Changfeng feigned a gentle demeanor as he approached Xue Muyan, then, catching her off guard, suddenly struck her with a hand-blade, knocking her unconscious.

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