Chapter 32: Sweet Torment

Auger felt a thrill of excitement deep within, though he maintained a composed expression. "My Master may do whatever she pleases."

No sooner had the words left his lips than Yu Xia’s long fish tail coiled tightly around his waist and legs. Before he could even savor the moment, he was hoisted up and slammed against a massive boulder nearby. The force of the impact was no less severe than what she had inflicted upon the young puppy-boy earlier, and Auger found himself repeatedly whipped against the stone, held firmly in her grasp. It was as if she were testing the durability of his spiritual form, battering him relentlessly.

After a long while, as Zhang Haoyu regained consciousness and learned of the events from two Dou Zong masters and his peers, he was overcome with shock, but also felt an immense sense of gratitude toward Ding Yang.

This was no turn-based game; in fact, there was almost no one who could withstand Zhang Feng’s primary technique.

Li Wei looked at Artoria with curiosity, unable to understand why she was acting so out of character this evening, refusing even to eat. Knowing her as a glutton, her appetite was usually vast enough to hold anything.

Seeing the Spirit Sovereign preparing to attack others once more, Chen Bin hurriedly raised the Taiji Diagram and channeled the "Manifestation of Heaven and Earth" ability, charging headlong into the fray. In an instant, the grey energy of the Moke Wuliang erupted like a sudden thunderclap on flat ground, rising toward the heavens like a towering divine mountain to meet the countless phantom figures of demonic aura.

Upon hearing Li Wei’s words, the old woman ceased her struggling and stared at him silently, as if trying to discern where else she might have revealed a flaw.

Su Xing assumed Qin Lan would never follow him into the men's restroom, so he paid her no mind. However, as he sauntered from the restroom toward the playground, he discovered that Qin Lan, whom he had met for the first time today, was actually standing at the very end of the line.

It made no sense for a mining operation to have vast quantities of food prepared before the miners had even arrived. Even if one were to prepare in advance, a month’s supply would be considered more than enough. From this perspective, it did not seem as though Fang Shaoqun had any intention of actually opening a mine.

Yet, the "Upper God King" of the Golden Light Divine City could never have imagined that all ten True Gods of his city had already perished at the hands of Ye Chen.

But such a man, such martial arts, and such a blade! When faced with Ding Yang, they were as fragile as paper.

In fact, regarding this matter, it wasn't just the netizens who believed that since the Dragon Kingdom had joined an international organization, it should comply with the relevant regulations proposed by the Eagle Kingdom; even the elite of the Dragon Kingdom held the same view.

This prince could very well have belonged to Sango, but ever since she became a Shaman, she and Sango had been separated by the divide between god and mortal. Even if she were willing to lower her status and marry into Sango, Sango lacked the courage and audacity to accept her.

Chu Jiang stood unmoving, a cold sneer playing on his lips, as he relied solely on his physical strength to withstand the assault of the flying sword with effortless ease.

They assumed that Nangong Wu had brought Tang Miaoxin back from abroad to clean up the chaotic aftermath in the provincial capital and safeguard the overall economy of Dongjiang Province.

"Speak, when did you get involved with these people? And what is this 'soul-bewitching music' you mentioned? Is it drugs?" Chen Rongyao demanded.

He couldn't even fathom how the Ninth Prince had acquired such a notorious reputation over all these years.

"Don't panic, he isn't talking about us," Peng Zhan’s calm voice whispered in Han Rubing’s ear.

Mo Xiao watched Lu Jiuxiang’s every move, his eyes narrowing as a faint smile gradually bloomed upon his face.

On the other side, Gu Rong chose not to join Qian Renxue in dealing with the Myriad Demon King; he was perceptive enough to leave that opportunity to Ye Lan.

In the carriage, a youth dressed in brocade robes with a clear and handsome face slowly lifted the heavy curtain. A biting cold wind blew directly into the carriage, and feeling the howling chill, the youth couldn't help but shiver.

Lately, Fu Siye had been acting this way as well—becoming increasingly high-profile, as if he were desperate to show off their affection together.

Her voice had a unique quality; when she purred "meow," it carried a distinct, seductive, and honeyed sweetness.