Chapter 52: Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, A Group of Trolls (Includes bonus chapter for nutrient fluid)

"Fire Phoenix?" Feng Shaoming was stunned upon hearing this. He had never heard of such a soul beast, nor did he know what tier it belonged to.

Everyone was so shocked they couldn't utter a complete sentence. Their jaws nearly dropped to the ground, and their eyes widened wider than a bull's, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

Lin Xuan knew that if he were to degenerate, the advantage of his rebirth would be completely lost. Therefore, his inner conviction was to become stronger. Only by becoming a powerhouse could he achieve his goals: crushing Li Xiang, achieving entrepreneurial success, and protecting Milan well.

"Very well, then I shall grant your wish!" the Silver Elephant King roared angrily. With a gentle sweep of his massive hand, an exceptionally formidable silver-white spiritual energy surged forth violently. It directly transformed into a dozen-feet-large spiritual energy giant fist that tore through the air and smashed ferociously toward Liu Chen standing right before him.

"Eldest Senior Brother, did you hear that? Do you still think it was his fault now?" Chu Gongyue nodded with satisfaction, turning her head to look at Ling Feng and ask.

With a shrill whistle, the Flame Wolf King opened its jaws, gathering countless fire elements within. In a fraction of a moment, a fireball blasted toward the Undead Captain. This fireball was the Flame Wolf King's most powerful attack, and given the ten-level difference between the Flame Wolf King and the Undead Captain, the damage dealt by this fireball would be fatal.

Yet, even back then, Lin Xuan's physical prowess could easily take down two or three grown men—men who were actually trained martial artists.

Lin Ye felt a sense of utter unfamiliarity toward the man before him, yet at the same time, an indescribable sense of intimacy washed over him. His memories from the age of six had been completely worn away and vanished into oblivion. Vaguely, he felt that this man had an immense connection to him, while his throat felt as though it were blocked, filled with an ineffable, aching soreness.

On this day, Gu Xi finished his cultivation outside and prepared to enter the wooden cabin for dual cultivation. As soon as he stepped inside, he saw Huangfu Lan sitting cross-legged on the bed. Her features, which should have been pure and innocent, currently carried a trace of alluring charm.

The third eye on the forehead of the three-eyed beast shot out a divine beam, while the trident in its hand simultaneously thrust toward the Swift Spirit Monkey. The two brute beasts beside it also roared repeatedly, raining frenzied blows down upon the Swift Spirit Monkey.

Lin Ming said nothing. Under normal circumstances, he would never attempt to walk through that Ghost Gate. But this time, he knew that only by defeating the God of Death inside could he resurrect Shangguan Shiyue. This path was one he had to take.

Standing silently before the factory gates for a long time, letting the ice-cold raindrops pour down upon his face, old Ye, deep in thought, could equally feel the lingering palpitations within Sena's heart as he revisited this place of past memories.

An unknown breeze secretly blew in, gently swaying the curtains of the chamber, rising and falling in slow rhythms, while the transparent air flowed leisurely along with the wind.

What if? Although pride prevented them from speaking it aloud, the three people behind him all understood the implication, nodding in unison as their gazes sharpened.

Green—lush and dense green unfurled and spread before her eyes with a vibrant vitality, filling her entire field of vision. It was a completely southern landscape, a scene absolutely impossible to witness in the northern heart of the bitter winter.

Xia Xun hurriedly held his breath, while Linglong grabbed him by the arm. She pulled out the map she had shown Xia Xun earlier, and the two of them dashed straight into the cave.

"I will protect Xun'er! Take the opportunity to slay the Master of the Flying Rainbow Sect!" Xia Kaiyang declared. He embraced Xia Xun, steadily channeling his energy into the boy's body, fed him a healing pill, and then shielded him behind Xia Anzhang.

Instantly, powerful and peerless fluctuations of primordial energy emerged within the young man's hands. That primordial energy rapidly transformed into successive rune arrays, instantly forming a gigantic, peerless energy shield that blocked the path in front of that retreating figure.

The palace attendant kept his head lowered, not daring to linger his gaze upon the supremely elegant man before him for even a single second, fearing that his own lowliness might profane him.

"Ow, oh, ouch, ouch! Stop stepping on me, I beg you, stop stepping on it! If you crush it, there won't even be any possibility for you to take responsibility!" Wang鹏 (Wang Peng), lying on the ground, curled his body to protect his most precious asset while continuously begging for mercy.

"You... you actually dare to provoke this seat! Very well, you are indeed an opponent worthy of my attention!" Just as his voice fell, a gigantic black dragon materialized in the space, spiraling high in the sky before plunging down fiercely.

The several men all possessed impressive auras and were cultivators, with their leader having even stepped into the Earth Realm.

This time, even Hua Mo and Feng Qin were astonished, staring straight at Liang Xianchai.

Zhao Jun knew there was no mistake. Although it felt absurd and bizarre, what could possibly make a mother happier than the return of someone she thought she was lost forever?

Furthermore, this Realm King Tianyan was a peerless genius meticulously nurtured by the Myriad Realms. His aptitude was far from reaching its peak, and within certain records of the Era Martial Assembly Pavilion, it was predicted that Realm King Tianyan had a tremendous chance of surpassing the Immortal Emperors and ascending to the Sovereign Realm.

"Master, the target has retreated far away. We are now at a safe distance." Lao Rong observed all of this through the mechanical bee.

One of the officials resembling a guard captain was conversing with these cultivators. Suddenly, the compass in a cultivator's hand flashed a few times, instantly shooting out a beam of yellow divine light that hurtled toward Liluo. Liluo's heart sank; she immediately signaled the carriage driver to make a turn and head down another street, barely managing to evade the sweeping divine light.

Right at that moment, You Ming's black spear struck from behind. A black destructive aura swept across heaven and earth, following right behind the group's offensive to pin Qin Feng to death.

Tianchen was well-prepared for this. High up in the sky, a crisp phoenix cry resounded as a rain of fire fell across the heavens, directly covering all the trees and transforming them into roaring, blazing giants of fire.

"Right, there's always been a question I wanted to ask you." After uttering her husband's name, Yan Pinming leaned back against the chair and said.

Jiang Ziya said, "My formation is one passed down by Primordial Beginning Tianzun. Only the Three Tianzuns can detect it."

Figures such as Luo Tianyou, Shangguan Wudi, Old Demon Tianmo, and Fatty Zhu—these old acquaintances of Xiao Han—all now wore radiant expressions of incomparable pride. From the bottom of their hearts, they felt deeply honored to have Xiao Han as a friend and to have crossed paths with him in the past.

The audience burst into cheers once again. When Hua Liu (Hua Jianxiong) executed this Gathering of the Seven Stars, his white robes fluttered, and streaks of sword qi streaked across the sky like shooting stars. It was supremely dashing and gorgeous to the extreme. The audience was completely awestruck by Hua Jianxiong's demeanor, erupting into earth-shattering cheers.