FCPADT 27

Chapter 27

As they were speaking, Xie Lunhui and Xuan Tianji suddenly felt the power of the Blood-Dark Grand Formation tighten around them.
The overwhelming energy of blood and darkness surged toward them, leaving no room for escape.

Meanwhile, her phone remained utterly silent.
Even when it did ring unexpectedly, and she thought—hope rising in her chest—that it might be Lu Qianqi, it turned out to be calls from Tang Fangya and her parents instead.

Ning Man’er thought about it for a moment. She hadn’t actually interacted much with Chen Yang.
And besides, she had promised him to keep what happened that day at the restaurant a secret.

Cecil, after reading the information on his light-brain, froze in place.
His expression turned ashen.
In addition to an army of a million undead, there were six Slaughter Gods among them.

“What? … Very well. Since Mother has spoken, your son dares not disobey.”

Sima Yu gritted his teeth and forced himself to drink for his son.
Jia Nanfeng never left his side, and Sima Yu didn’t stop drinking until every cup and every date had been finished.
By then, his eyes were spinning with stars, and he was moments away from passing out.

When Cen Qianshan and the other zombies heard that voice, their entire bodies trembled — joy flashing through their lifeless eyes.

“Miss, tomorrow morning, you’d better leave this place. Whether you really know me or only pretend to, I just hope you won’t disturb my peaceful life anymore.”

Xi Guanguan felt as though a knife were twisting in her heart as she spoke.

The people surrounding him were clearly Quan Ji’s enforcers.
After all, as the business grew, security became a priority.
To prevent trouble, the shop kept a band of hired muscle year-round.

One had to know that Killer Wusheng was already a blade-wielding martial god of the Six Paths.
And now Yan Yunchen, holding the divine weapon Ba Shi Heavenly Blade, radiated a sharpness that seemed capable of cutting the sky itself.

Yan Yunchen ignored Feng Ruoyu’s well-meaning warning completely.
Instead, he looked at Tang Xuan with an even more provocative expression.

All the frost suddenly churned like boiling waves, spinning violently to form a massive vortex.

Liu Ping took the contract and looked it over.
One party was Infernal Flame Bank, the other — himself.

Lu Fan frowned slightly, sweeping his gaze around casually.
To his surprise, the Hundred Herb Garden had already become a vast net — packed with the Lu family’s martial servants and retainers.

Long Qingchen enveloped himself in his Ice Dao Law, isolating the scorching heat.
He didn’t even need to use his protective immortal energy — which made him appreciate the Dao Laws even more.
If one could apply them in battle, they were indeed a terrifying force.

“The Netherwhite Bone Sword is one of the ancient sword paths. You’ve only learned the basic forms, but its true variations come from long cultivation.
When you reach the level of the Nether Sect Master, you too will wield it as easily as this.”

The five opponents were completely tied down, unable to spare a hand to deal with the others.

Inside the county magistrate’s residence, red coals crackled in the brazier.
Outside, cold wind howled and rain fell in sheets, while within, all was calm and silent.

There was still so much stone left — enough to build himself a whole breeding ranch; all he needed now were the animals.

Finally, amidst Yun Jiuxi’s sigh and Shang Qi’s threat, the foolish younger brother got his wish and ran off to the neighboring Prince Qi’s mansion.

At this moment, Su Mo wasn’t angry at Liang Bing for becoming sect master without telling him, nor for keeping him confined.

“Impossible!” cried Yan Chunan, the master of Emperor Hao Tower.
“The Imperial Dao Edict hasn’t been issued in three thousand years—and there were no prior signs at all. Could there be foul play involved?”

Meanwhile, within the borders of the Lei Ze Kingdom, the ghostly mists had already dispersed.
The land was littered with scorched craters, armor fragments, and corpses.
Surviving ghost soldiers, stepping over the bodies of their comrades, surged eastward toward Longju Pass like relentless waves.

Long Yan had no intention of fleeing.
The moment he accepted the inheritance of Zhenyang Sect’s master, he had already regarded the sect as his own home.

That man screamed in pain, clutching his abdomen as he was sent flying backward —
“Bang!”
He crashed into a pile of plastic barrels, the loud clattering nearly burying him under the mess.

The shadow’s shape looked terribly familiar to Xia Guo, as if it were the same giant beast that had appeared in his dreams.

April blinked in surprise — she hadn’t expected to meet a Dragon King who didn’t even recognize a talisman.
Then she remembered that he had lived his whole life within this ancient castle.
It made sense he hadn’t seen one.
A sly glint flashed through her eyes.

This time, Xia Guo finally understood — when Lin Sheng said the room was “clean,” he hadn’t meant hygienically clean, but that it hadn’t been tampered with by anyone.

Ye Feng, Ye Qinglin, and the others realized what was happening.
They quickly shielded Ye Xiang and Ye Zhuoran, retreating from Ye Lan’s side.

“What exactly are you trying to say?”

Though Liu Xu had already guessed that Daisy had recognized her, hearing the woman call her by that name still stirred something inexplicable inside.
She hoped Daisy had figured it out on her own — not because Bai Ye had told her.

Xia Guo finally let out a long sigh.
He couldn’t shake the guilt of having hurt Han Jing that one time.
He still didn’t know whether Han Jing had been conscious while possessed by the fox demon —
and if she had been… then it was all the worse.

“Really?!” Aqi blinked, hurriedly comparing her hair to the one she held —
and found, to her astonishment, that they were indeed nearly identical.

“Brother Chengsan… if the court keeps losing ground, and you march your army into the capital… will you kill me? Will you kill my parents?”

Wei Mingxi asked the question bravely, clutching her bundle of food.

Just as his fingers brushed her clothes, Lin Xiyue suddenly flung open the car door, jumped out, and strode toward the villa entrance —
her high heels clattering sharply on the pavement.

“……”
Zuo Wanxiu sighed, lowered her head, and pretended to know nothing — focusing instead on the food in front of her.

Occasionally, they’d still see one or two people wandering in the streets.
No matter who they were, someone would shout to urge them home — to not linger outside.

Using their soul-detecting device, Jing Hongchen’s group easily located Zheng Li and his companions in the shadows.

“Chengsan, that old General Chu you mentioned may be a hero, but we’re not cowards either.
We can’t go soft. Let’s fight the way we’re meant to.”

Qi Wei, unable to hold back, spoke up.

Through the edge of her bridal veil, Jiaojiao could faintly see her father’s silhouette.
Her nose stung, tears welled up, and she knelt down before him.
Li Chengda, seeing this, also knelt.
Together, father and daughter kowtowed toward Old Man Cheng.