Volume 1, Chapter 21: How Dare They Make a Demon Lord Cook? Who Do They Think They Are!

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Then, as Xiao Feng dodged the opponent’s move, he simultaneously struck with both hands, grabbing the opponent’s shoulder with a single technique.

Surpassing three thousand worlds, transcending the heavenly way—perhaps for others, this was an impossible path to complete. But who was he? He was the supreme being, the most terrifying and powerful life nurtured by countless epochs of chaos! Even the heavenly way could not challenge his existence.

At the critical moment, Old Zhu had no time to think. Following the guidance of his intuition, he fiercely thrust his seven-star spear toward the neck of the demon carving.

With a sharp hiss, the youth’s arm was cleanly severed, accompanied by a scream of agony.

The Blue Prison Flame stared straight at Fu Xi’s dual-colored blaze, mistakenly believing Fu Xi was desperate to fight to the death and was trying to overpower the flame to kill him.

At the front of the yamen, many gathered to watch the spectacle, and quite a few wanted to help Old De. Having dealt with fake falls and staged accidents several times, the villagers of Ping’an had grown wary of helping others, especially those who were injured or lying on the ground.

After speaking, he transformed into a golden light and left the room. “What’s going on? Why is he in such a hurry?” Qin’er asked.

“No one is allowed to leave this place now. Otherwise, don’t blame me, Fang Yuying, for turning hostile!” Fang Yuying said coldly. She called upon several trusted individuals, also the highest cultivators among them, to watch over everyone.

Near Qinzhou Airport, a luxurious stretched limousine quietly pulled over by the roadside. Inside the opulent cabin, the air pressure kept dropping.

Mo Chenxu was a doctor. From his coughing, it was clear something was wrong. Immediately, he was released, and upon seeing his face, which was frighteningly pale, it became evident.

Qi Fangfang’s fever lasted for an entire day and night. Su Jin attended her closely, applying cold compresses and wiping her palms and soles with alcohol. It was only in the early hours of the third day of the apocalypse that Qi Fangfang’s fever finally subsided.

I was born into an ordinary family. My mother ran a grocery store on the ground floor, supporting the two of us by selling daily necessities.

Fang Yu smiled wryly, saying nothing, and signaled his men to leave. He neither confirmed nor denied Zhou Ziyu’s half-compromise, half-threat, but thereafter, they maintained a stance of mutual non-interference.

The Hutuo River originates from Hedong Road, flowing southwest between Mount Heng and Mount Wutai. It bends eastward at the boundary river, flows east to Zhongshan Village in Lingshou County of Zhengding Prefecture on Hebei Road, then merges with the Fuyang River to form the Ziya River, which empties into the Bohai Sea.

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A sharp arrow pierced the air, and almost simultaneously, a Taoist chant sounded. Then came two light metallic clinks. Yan Hao felt his hand tighten and then loosen; the willowI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.