Chapter 107: You Don’t Even Want to Call Me Master Once
Two hours later, the entire estate was firmly under Li Changsheng’s control. Setting aside the casualties, there were still about a hundred vampires left. Most of these vampires belonged to the new generation; the vast majority from Victor’s era had been almost completely wiped out. Of the two elders, one was dead and the other captured. The remaining vampires trembled in fear, kneeling one by one, no longer daring to resist.
At the same time, Lucien arrived at the estate with several dozen werewolves. To be fair, Zhou Bai did not wish to torment the cult leader unnecessarily. Although Zhou Bai believed that with the leader’s resources and talent, he could have pursued a higher level of performance, honing his skills into something truly formidable, there was a lingering regret. Yet, regarding the leader’s character, Zhou Bai found no fault.
Once again, Zhou Bai began recounting the events that had unfolded in the oasis to Huijue and Fu Qingxiao. True kindness, true sainthood, would not change its course based on worldly morals or even the will of others.
The counterfeit Wu Zhiqi, though unwilling to accept defeat, had no choice. After all, his strength was evident. However, it was absolutely impossible for this man to simply give up. If fortune allowed in the future, he would undoubtedly seek justice.
Legendary equipment, each piece added, elevated the Yunxiao Sword Saint’s power by an entire tier. If all three items were gathered to activate the set’s attributes, the increase would be even more significant.
“What do I mean? I mock you for having jade unpolished, picking up rubble instead!” The energy from the Five Elements Bracelet grew increasingly intense, and then a spectral figure flickered above it.
“I understand now—these lotus petals have the power to confuse the mind!” One after another, the demon cultivators spoke up. Yet, there was no trace of worry in their eyes; instead, they appeared calm and at peace.
However, the world is such that the rules governing class and wealth extraction ensure that any sacred place is guarded by the filth lurking in the shadows.
“Liu Qi is now a reserve soldier; of course, he must board the interstellar fortress,” Lele said with some exasperation.
Most of them were shackled by the limits of their own life’s stage, unable to attain the true realm of the Dragon, slowly draining their time until, faced with the end of their lifespan, they could only die a sorrowful death.
Ye Xiu nodded, his gaze resting on the pure gold triangular table in the courtyard of the old castle. Suddenly, memories from long ago stirred in his mind.
Zhang Ruyun asked the question twice in a row, each time exerting his full strength. He infused it with the secret techniques he had cultivated from Master Hongye’s Great Compassion Chant and Joyful Zen Enlightenment, and spoke each word with the force of thunder crashing down upon the valley.
All these dishes were carefully selected by Jiang Huairen, with no meat included—only vegetarian fare. These vegetables contained faint traces of spiritual energy, precisely chosen by Jiang Huairen. As for other ingredients, he refrained from buying them, sensing residual harmful substances, especially in the meat.
Within the estate, a robust Evolver shouted loudly, “No one below level seven allowed. Those under level seven, get out.”
A night of wind and moon, a fragrant spring dream, wandering through the valley. Encountering lily of the valley, its scent intoxicating and soft. Scattered falling petals evoke gentle tears of sentiment, stirring the heart’s first love into chaos.
Because he had defeated the second-ranked Di Xuan’s Mu Lang Evil Lord, and with the first-ranked Liao Yuan Sword Primordial Spirit gone, it was feared that only a puppet-like body remained.
With a thunderous crash, the massive sword wheel slammed against the warship. Amid flying iron fragments, the heavenly soldiers erupted in cheers, only to fall silent in disbelief moments later—what they had regarded as a formidable weapon was shattered in a single strike. Moreover, the enemy’s warship bore not a single scratch.
Zhang Ruyun was unsure what matter she wished to discuss. Fearing that Yuping might pose some difficulty, he was inwardly startled. When Ye Qiuer saw the change in his expression, she seized the opportunity to laugh mischievously.