Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Mermaid’s Tail and the Demon King

Despite the difficulties of the task, Yu Zhen had no choice but to continue disturbing the Demon Lord, who was busy nibbling on a candied hawthorn. He put away the glass orb in his hand and sent a message again: “Your subordinate means no disrespect to the Demon Lord’s mood, but there is an important matter I wish to discuss with you at present.”

On the other end, Chi Xiaoxiao had just finished a candied hawthorn. Tossing aside the bamboo skewer, he replied, “Alright. I’m at the highest tavern in Queyue City, in a private room on the third floor. I’ll open the window shortly. Hurry over.”

In a dark alley, upon receiving the boss’s permission to meet, Yu Zhen jumped onto the roof of a nearby building. Standing on the tiles, he scanned the distance, relying on his faint memories of his hometown to locate the target tavern.

Meanwhile, from below in the alley, a sudden sound broke the silence.

Yunis, when asked about it, took a swig from a wine bottle, then hesitated, as if mustering the courage to speak about something he was reluctant to reveal.

Unless he acquired more and larger fiefdoms in the future, there was no need to focus energy on this; for now, it could be left to Mu Cang to manage.

Gu Chen’s palm gently turned over. The Origin Domination Cauldron inverted the heavens and earth completely, leaving Fang Yuan’s fractured primordial spirit with nowhere to hide.

In Lin Quan’s team, there were no druids among the main members. Thus, the long hair of Gar ultimately found its way to being sold for gold coins, which was the best outcome.

Outside the car window was the entrance to a villa. Due to limited parking spaces, most visitors would get out and have their cars driven inside directly.

With his body destroyed and soul trapped within the Thunderfire Spirit Formation, Black God felt at that moment that life was worse than death.

“Ugh… why me? Why does it have to be me… why must I do these things...” The youth, naked, slumped beside a roadside stall, sobbing and choking back his cries.

Tang Xiao closed his eyes, shouted loudly, and with his mind controlled two talismans—one blue, one white—retracting them into his body. His divine sense instantly left the Demon Refining and Magic Tempering Gourd. When Tang Xiao opened his eyes again, he was back on the sea surface, the gourd safely returned to his dantian.

With her cultivation just recently broken through, she was utterly powerless before this army, especially compared to the young silver-haired, blue-eyed general whose cultivation far surpassed hers.

The heavy smoke clouds in the sky dispersed; the moon rose shining over the great river, stars hanging low over the vast plains. Yet, the tomb-robbing trio had lost all confidence in entering the tomb.

Within the room, everyone harbored countless questions—about the affairs of the Yuan and Cao families, as well as Zhuge Liang’s recent actions.

Though not the strongest among the orcas, for Mu Tian, this particular orca was more than enough to force him to exert his full strength.

Chuanxue cautiously moved toward the corner where the sickle was hung on the wall. Nervously, she removed it and gripped it tightly. Suddenly, seeing Erni emerge from the room, her heart nearly leapt into her throat, almost escaping her mouth.

Regardless of Zhou Mang’s motives, the debt of gratitude incurred today had to be repaid. After the Bloodstained Cloak Sect departed, Zhang Mochen bowed deeply to everyone.

Uncle Shi wore a serious expression. Though he knew such acts—raising others’ spirits while diminishing one’s own—were disliked by all leaders, for the sake of the family, even if it meant offending others, he had to point it out. Otherwise, if anything went wrong later, how could he explain?

On the ground outside the formation, cracks continuously extended and expanded outward, stretching ten miles away.

Though Liu Pi was a slippery and experienced trickster, everything changed after encountering Liu Bei.

If all the warriors in Sin City were like this, Yang Chi felt a chill run down his spine just imagining it.

After three or four days, Zhang Mochen finally ‘awoke,’ much to the astonishment of He Da and the others, their eyes nearly popping out. The speed of recovery was simply incredible. Zhang Mochen himself was helpless; it wasn’t that he wanted to keep pretending, but he truly couldn’t endure it anymore.

“Are all of you from the Pei family so rude?” Gao Qing noticed Pei Guang’s gaze and finally spoke.

The chaos of Jin Yang was immense. Two hundred thousand troops stretched from outside Luoyang all the way to Mengjin Harbor.

“Do not say the lord travels early; there are those who travel earlier still.” When the first group of people arrived at the training ground, over a thousand had already gathered—residents of Chongren District and enthusiastic volunteers who had not left since last night. They had long since taken the best positions.