Volume 1, Chapter 8: Why Is There a Smell of Blood in Your Highness's Room?

In the corner of the guardhouse, a lone, somewhat battered red motorcycle stood deserted.

Though he was uncertain about the last detail, it was true that after the Heavenly Dao was sealed, the power of the curse faction had been greatly diminished.

"Don't be fooled by his apparent cultivation level of the first stage of Body Refining; in reality, even those at the Yi Jin realm have no means against him," the mercenary captain explained, frowning at the steward.

The Celestial Wolf soldiers shouted three times in succession, but the Azure Dragon troops stationed below the city walls paid no heed, as if they hadn't heard a thing.

Inside, they finally encountered the Black Dragon himself, along with the clerk sporting a distinctive mustache.

With the order given, the entire force unleashed a barrage; loud explosions echoed as the mountain stronghold ahead was blasted to splinters, cries of anguish rising from within the encampment.

Xiao Yuntong and Yang Xiaotian lavished praise upon Mo Fanchen, yet Mo Fanchen remained silent, maintaining a humble demeanor, grinning foolishly at the two leaders.

Of course, the role of a sorcerer was not one anyone could assume at will; this profession was often hereditary—meaning that the current sorcerers’ ancestors had also been sorcerers.

Lending one’s tools to others, having them work for you, and reaping the benefits—wasn't that simply delightful?

“Grandpa Gong, why can’t we learn the combat techniques bestowed by Heaven? Grandpa Gong is so unfair!” a child nearby cried out, unaware of the situation.

“The Supreme Emperor Haotian is the sovereign of the world!” Huo Luangu, unwilling to make the first move, resorted to words.

Gazing at the long sword in his hand, now wavering like it might break in the storm, he spat out a harsh declaration: “Fine, I admit I can’t beat you! But it’s not that the Jianghe Sect fears your Hidden Sword Manor!” Saying this, he turned away without looking back.

Naturally, these two had come to investigate such a grave and malicious incident; when they arrived, Tan Yue was already there.

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Yet unexpectedly, Ji Ziming’s cold eyes showed no hesitation as he thrust his sword straight through Ying Sha’s abdomen; the blade’s tip veered slightly upward, piercing Yue Wuya’s left heart. The moment the tip entered the body, a golden dragon illusion flowed along the blade into Yue Wuya’s body.

“If I refuse you outright, would you be especially heartbroken?” Lu Yan muttered to himself, unsure of the answer.

Liu Yan was practicing martial arts in the inner courtyard. Bo Yanhe had been wondering all along why his father hadn’t brought him to the main hall to see Liu Yun, so when he entered, Liu Yun was nowhere to be seen.

But what puzzled the two who had resigned themselves to death was the man’s next move: he completely ignored them, turning his back and walking toward Si Kou Mo, who faced away from him. Slowly raising the large cleaver in his hand, it seemed he intended to strike Si Kou Mo.

Qi Yao still wore her innocent, naive expression. UponI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.