Chapter 27: I Will Always Be My Master's Good Dog

"I didn't mean to hurt Master!"

Auger clung tightly to the doorframe, defending himself. "You want a Guide, and so do we; there is no difference! I was simply drawn to Master!"

Auger rolled the word "Master" off his tongue with practiced ease, while the spiritual puppy nestled in Yu Xia's arms let out soft, whining whimpers as it sought affection.

Yu Xia looked from the puppy to Auger and asked, "Do we really have to kill him?"

He looked like a well-behaved—

Glancing at the mirror-bright blade, Lin Dong smiled calmly and accepted the sword. He brushed his palm gently over the steel; it felt warm, smooth, and supple to the touch.

Zhang Han was in no mood to discuss this, so he changed the subject. Shen Pei hesitated for a moment, deciding it was best to quit while ahead and look for another opportunity later.

The dejection that had hung over everyone vanished, replaced by roars as they stared at their opponents, who were already charging toward the city walls. Some wiped their clammy, wet palms against their armor and sleeves, determined to ensure that every swing of a blade would sever a head and every arrow released would pierce a chest.

This food item actually used an entire chicken skin as its casing. When intact, it looked like a plump chicken, filled with minced chicken, pork, eggs, and peas—a truly peculiar creation.

Ecstatic cries echoed from within the palace, but no demon dared to approach. Over the past few days, Azmodan had become unhinged while studying this orb; in the eyes of countless demons, he had truly lost his mind.

"Come in, please come in!" Huang Wanren hurriedly stepped aside. After forcefully swallowing the food in his mouth, his voice became much clearer.

The expression on the face of the Governor of Beihai was quite strange. Under the rule of the Great Leader, fires were breaking out all over the Han Empire, and smoke was rising from every direction. "Inspired," my foot... He could clearly hear the mockery in Zhang Han's words. If he refuted it on the spot, Zhang Han kept singing the praises of Emperor Ling; if he didn't refute it, nothing about the statement seemed to fit the Emperor at all.

So, when Yin Guangming tracked them down and told them he had managed to secure hundreds of tons of ready-stock wire rod at a low price, asking if they were interested, they...

Cai Jianwei had built a CD production line for Red Flag Industrial, capable of producing one hundred discs per minute, and Phantom Dragon had already prepared all the packaging for the discs.

Since it was a misunderstanding, it was naturally cleared up in a single sentence. After informing Zhao Feiya of his judgment, Xiao Wenshuang did not delay further; he spurred his horse and rode off to find Yun Chongbo. Zhao Feiya stood in place, his gaze fixed on the retreating figure, his expression complex.

After dozens more exchanges, the lead elder was finally struck in five acupuncture points simultaneously by Gao Genming and Ying Bailuo, collapsing to the ground.

The next moment, black demonic fire ignited on the Black Demon Vine without warning, sweeping across the area in an instant.

He poured endless internal energy into his sword, and combined with the kinetic force of the ninety-pound heavy blade, the resulting gale tore through the air, stirring up sounds of wind and thunder.

With Prison Beasts blocking the path ahead and vengeful spirits surrounding them from behind, Lin Han and his companions were pushed to the brink of despair.

As this moment emerged, the Azure Lotus of the Blue Sea bloomed slowly; though the movement appeared extremely leisurely, it carried an endless, profound mystery.

Although they were isolated behind enemy lines and had been ambushed, Yun Chongbo had successfully instilled immense confidence in these soldiers through the string of victories over the past few days. Especially when they saw him step out, hand steadily resting on his saber, every soldier seemed to let out a sigh of relief.

Rumors that terrified commoners enough to incite them to attack government troops would naturally trouble the upper echelons as well. Almost at the same time the anomaly appeared in front of Qu Zhu's residence, the Law Palace was ablaze with lights, and gorgeously dressed monks stood respectfully at the entrance, welcoming guest after guest.

Lu Zhengrong, the "Golden-Eyed Eagle" of the Hengshan Sect, sat at the end of the guest row in the front, while the rest of the Taishan and Hengshan Sect members sat in the back rows of the guest section.

Zhao Fengbo’s words came to an abrupt halt, triggered by the roar of a modified Porsche echoing through the courtyard. It was the fierce, distinctive growl belonging only to Chen Hui, the boss of the West City Gang—a sound unique to this entire ancient city and no other. It was also one of the sounds Zhao Fengbo feared most.