Chapter 59: Venom Gland Talent, Toxic Stinger Skill!

Shen Huaichuan's revenge continued. He was thoroughly enjoying this slow torture.

As time ticked by, the screams outside the hollow of the tree gradually grew fainter until they faded into complete silence. Su Bai leaned against the inner wall of the tree cavity, her fingers absentmindedly stroking Tianba's soft fur as she listened to the final few agonizing groans echoing from below.

It was only after she made sure that Shen Huaichuan's footsteps had faded completely away that she cautiously poked her head out to take a look. The three corpses lay quietly—

Hearing what Wu Ming had to say, Mo Canghai nodded in agreement. After all, the grievances between Wu Ming and the Sword Sect were far too deep, and since the Sword Sect kept constantly provoking Wu Ming for no reason, it was entirely understandable that Wu Ming held them in contempt. Mo Canghai felt profound empathy for Wu Ming's position at that moment.

What was even more infuriating was that after running around aimlessly like a headless fly, Jiang Zaiyuan ended up on the bank of a vast, boundless river, leaving him glaring helplessly at the sprawling waters with nothing he could do.

This was because, just as he suddenly sensed the wind, the sunlight, and the air, he simultaneously perceived the presence of something else—a sudden, sharp awareness of a familiar entity.

Viewing Yueying's actions as a sign of arrogance, Floating Cloud Rogue sneered and began chanting a spell without a moment's hesitation. The seawater below suddenly began to boil, and within the blink of an eye, a thick, dense fog rose up to envelop his figure.

"Then please help me inform Manager Wan that the owner of the Nether Wedding Officiant Shop is here to see him regarding some business matters," I said softly.

It had been so long since I last summoned Ox-Head and Horse-Face; I truly wondered if these two underworld marshals would still grant me this favor.

Following that, Lin Fan promptly put away the Silver Behemoth cub. The little creature looked utterly wretched at that moment, its health points having plummeted to a mere fifteen hundred. Fortunately, the Silver Behemoth cub had not perished.

"You still haven't lost? Damn it, you really have no shame, do you?" President Tu couldn't help cursing repeatedly.

The moment that aura emanated, after gathering in Wu Ming's hand for a long while, it coalesced into an energy sphere that materialized right before him.

The bright crimson grotesque face slowly opened its blood-shot eyes, a sinister smile squeezing out from the corners of its mouth. The strange face fed on energy, and upon sensing the pure streams of energy radiating from behind Antaliel, it abandoned the devouring of her life and shifted its suction toward whatever lay behind her.

Meanwhile, a young man sat slouching insolently at the head of the table before him, holding something resembling an Earth apple and gently paring its skin with his fingernail. The uniform thinness of the peeling rind revealed an utterly masterful control over true qi.

Ren Su watched in utter astonishment. Even with the "Cap of Dao-Seeking Correction" equipped, it still took him a considerable amount of time to analyze this list.

He had sparred with Xu Hao quite frequently lately, only to end up getting beaten to a pulp every single time, leaving his body covered in bruises. Therefore, he still harbored lingering terror regarding his older brother's formidable combat prowess.

Su Yun looked down at the man kneeling before him. Simply from the information he "read" directly out of the other's mind, he found the whole situation equally unexpected.

Thus, she made an agreement with Su Yun that he must wear a blindfold while giving her a massage. As for whether he might peek, she actually didn't care much.

They were of the same kind for now, but should he undergo any transformation, these very peers would be the first to slaughter him.

Centered around the temple and the magic crystal tower, radiating outwards for thousands of meters, entire blocks of houses had been reduced to powder in the terrifying battle. Fires were still burning in some areas to this day, with billowing black smoke rising into the sky.

Yet at this moment, how could there possibly be any time left? Without moving his physical body, the Master of Nether Mountain Palace felt a fierce murderous intent descend upon him, instantly followed by a sharp, piercing pain as a sword pierced completely through his entire frame, burying itself deep within his body.