Chapter 47: The Agony of Bai Ningbing

Along the way, the two did not say much more. However, upon arriving at the entrance of the house, Bai Ningbing's gaze remained fixed blankly on the gates of the villa.

"Ever since my grandfather passed away, the Bai family has been nothing but sinister relatives fighting among themselves. With both my parents gone, I truly don't know who I can rely on."

Su Tian parked the car by the roadside, not driving right up to the villa.

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Having said this, Qiu Qinhhan's expression shifted slightly, her gaze turning utterly frigid. At that moment, her chest rose and fell, whether from anger or sorrow, she herself could not tell.

The young people all looked intently at Xiao Yi, but Xiao Yi remained silent, leaving the situation in Guan Yubai's hands.

Some disciples of the Seven-Color Holy Palace who had never seen Mu Feng in person began to murmur and discuss animatedly as they looked at him.

The warm breeze blew against her face, tickling her skin. Ke'er's face instantly flushed bright red, and her heart pounded wildly and uncontrollably. After standing in a daze for a moment, Ke'er quickly shoved Li Zhou away, turned on her heels, and bolted, vanishing in a flash.

"Outrageous! Who ever heard of a father crashing his own son's bridal chamber? Get your butt out here!" shouted the old woman.

Now it was Li Zhou's turn to be dumbfounded. The plot wasn't supposed to develop this way—how did things end up like this?

The dazzling flashes of lightning blinded the ancient beasts momentarily. As they lunged forward, they discovered that Ling Zihuan's figure had already vanished. Their massive bodies shuddered slightly, as if stirred to anger.

If they still failed to break free from this soul-black hole, the Gate of Necromancy would inevitably be forcibly closed. Without a host body, the wandering soul of Qiongqi would be no different from a mere wraith.

Jiling City was not far from the Phantom Sound Temple. The three of them flew on their swords for only a short while before arriving at the foot of Mount Fuluan, gazing upward.

"Brother Feng, do you think the enemies are just creating a diversion to cover their tracks, and trying to achieve some other hidden purpose?" Qing'er asked.

Thus, the four evil emperors and the forty thousand troops under their command—save for some thirty thousand cowards who had quietly fled in fear of death—all perished completely.

After the phoenix appeared, countless flames erupted as it danced, shooting toward those cavernous openings, transforming into fragments of fiery plumage just as they were about to enter.

Once Zhang Ruoyun finished handling it, the overbearing Heavenly Sulfur Bead revealed not even a shred of its radiant glow inside that silk pouch, proving that the silk sachet was also a treasure of its own.

"Young Master Li, as long as this matter succeeds, old Ye here will definitely reward you handsomely!" said Ye Liangchen.

The faction on Feng Wuqing's side stared in utter shock at the performance of the two ultimate experts. This... wasn't this a bit too terrifying?

Shang Muyuan's words sounded profound and unfathomable, sending a ripple of alarm through her heart. Yet at that very moment, a fresh sound of cataclysmic collapse erupted from the already sunken Hanpeng Island. The sliver of cold light, which had previously been reined in to the thickness of a mere fingertip, suddenly expanded a thousandfold, transforming into a canopy stretching from earth to sky, directly hanging across the firmament.

The next instant, the four men moved like lightning, swooping in to completely surround the dragon's head.

Seeing this, Qin Yibai could only close his eyes and await death. This time, he was truly, thoroughly finished! Facing such a colossal and ferocious monster, no one could escape the fate of being slaughtered.

The expert from the Li family turned his head, only to see that the object hurtling toward him was a human head. Upon taking a closer look at that head, his hair stood instantly on end.

Void Defense: Routine defense and alert level is [B-], guarding against a small number of minor, sudden emergencies.

"People may have left, but with so much delicious food on the table, I'm packing it to go." For the frugal Huang Fu, he obviously wasn't going to let so much good food go to waste.

Zhang Liang's expression turned cold. Having been targeted for no reason, he was already somewhat displeased, and now that the other party had actually struck at him, he no longer bothered to put on a polite face. Pinching an incantation with his left hand and slapping his storage bag with his right, a flying sword roared forth. He snatched it out of the air and slashed fiercely at the oncoming flying sword.