Chapter 19: Life and Death Are in My Hands

"Useless!" Su Xin’er muttered under her breath.

Yaksha choked back a response and replied, "Please punish me, Miss."

"Forget it. No more waiting—let those mongrels in," Su Xin’er said just as the girl on the bed, Ye Yue, let out a soft moan, pressed a hand to her forehead, and opened her eyes.

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The enormous sword, blazing with dazzling light as if to cleave a mountain, swung toward the Lustful Dragon. Andrew knew that to get rid of Liu Qian, it would be more prudent to deal with the dragon first. He was wholly confident he could reduce the massive beast to powder in a single blow.

At that very moment, the star in the heavens began to spin faster; where it had been ten thousand miles away, in a blink it was within a thousand miles.

John and the Fist King focused their assault on a single target—a tactic few on the entire Continent of Magic could withstand.

Feifei pursed its mouth and fell silent. Cultivation was never its strength; had it not run into the White Tiger by chance, advancing to the seventh rank would have taken ages.

In a heartbeat, a deafening crash erupted. The black robe shredded into fluttering pieces, and a massive shockwave rippled outward, its energy skimming the sea and whipping up towering waves.

King Kang said coldly, "Marriage is marriage, and vengeance is vengeance. You must know the difference before I dare promise you anything. Everything else must wait until you recover." With that, he swept his sleeve, took his eldest son, and went out to find Xu Heng and settle matters.

Though mithril was precious, it paled in comparison to Liu Qian’s hoard. The last time they looted that giant eagle’s nest, there had even been ten-thousand-year-old golden ginseng—this bit of mithril was nothing.

Still, it wasn’t enough. Two fire meteors, trailing one after the other, seized the high ground. If they struck—especially with the magical flames attached—the impact of the meteorites alone would be enough to shatter the two layers of magical barriers.

"Of course. If you don’t believe me, go ask the old madam. When she came in February, she ate plenty, and took more with her when she left." Qiao Zhen was telling the truth.

For reasons unknown, the spiritual energy within a several-hundred-mile radius began to gather rapidly around Liu Qian.

Sha Shen’s eyes shone. No matter the price, he was willing to pay. If they had a master in the Nascent Soul stage, the Sword Heart Sect would be helpless, even with their protective sword formation.

An Hui’ruo entered the restroom and saw Fu Rongyue pressing a towel to her face, forehead against the wall, her shoulders shaking as she wept quietly. An Hui’ruo gently patted her back.

Fire was fire, black threads were black threads, but what met her eyes was not just flames—it was a hazy figure, half-real, half-illusory, like smoke, like mist, yet distinct enough to glimpse.

Zokeskiel’s battered waist could no longer bear the onslaught, nor the weight of his own massive body. With a final crack, he snapped in two—the upper half rolling down the slope, the lower half sinking swiftly into the depths of the Eternal Slumber Gorge, exposing the “Heavenly Scale Armor” sealed within him.

A normal Grand Duke’s Council—just Grand Duke Igor with his three assisting ministers—would only handle the most basic matters.

Every time Ye Zhuo staggered back to his assigned room, exhausted, he would find his son wandering about at leisure. The more he saw, the more unfair it felt. So the next day, when Ye Zhuo went out, he took Ye Xi along.

In the blink of an eye, it was gone; when he looked again, the spiked club and the monster wielding it had both been severed in half. The beast, especially, was cleaved from left shoulder to right waist, icy blue blood with a chill essence spilling everywhere, its head—still stubbornly clinging to life—howling miserably on the ground.