Volume 1 Chapter 46 Destruction

"It's time to end this..."

Aside from the corpses of members from the major aristocratic families, the Marquis of Guiyi's subordinates—the Golden-Armored Guards—had also died inexplicably, collapsing to the ground at the slightest touch.

If these two sword techniques could truly be fused together, the initial half-percent of power, amplified by the sword speed, would likely be enough to terrify even a warrior of the sixth realm of True Refinement.

Formidable as the Undead Bone Dragon was, it still fell short compared to the evil infant and that ghostly head. Moreover, with the two of them attacking in tandem now, it could be said to have no chance of winning at all—which was precisely why the conductor had already assumed a defeated posture before the fight even began.

Particularly in the brutal and tragic clash against Cang Tianfeng, Chaos fought an utterly desperate battle, risking its life at every turn. Even though Cang Tianfeng's boundary spirit was of the seventh tier, due to a gap in quality and facing such a fearless and death-defying assault from Chaos, it suffered heavy losses as its boundless primordial energy rapidly dissipated into nothingness.

Xiao Xuan's gaze turned slightly cold. He glared at Enrique while brandishing the Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand. All the surrounding lightning energy began to converge toward this spot, bringing with it an overwhelming, immense pressure.

For certain trainers and Pokémon, they were fully capable of exploiting the massive differences in speed and energy expenditure to offset the huge gap in lethality between high-level moves by relying on the volume and deeper, multifaceted effects of low-level moves.

And when the explosion occurred, taking advantage of the moment when everyone's attention was diverted and drawn to that massive blast, he finally succeeded in infiltrating the headquarters.

A moment later, Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes. A flash of multicolored light flickered across them, brilliant as the stars, while the powerful ripples of true essence within his body rapidly subsided and returned to calm.

Zhang Jingxuan was also scratching his head over this matter. Jiang Zhilong was the Executive Vice Mayor and happened to be in charge of the financial portfolio; his words would certainly carry much more weight before those bank presidents than Zhang's own. The path of securing a bank loan was definitely a dead end.

"General Lin." Just as Lin海 and his entourage had put down their luggage and were preparing to leave the hotel for the venue, someone called out to Lin Hai at the hotel entrance.

"A heaven-shaking, earth-overturning change! Does this mean we won't be plagued by nether-entities in the future?" Li Pengfei was both shocked and delighted. His shock stemmed from the fear that this might have been the work of Song Zheng, while his joy came from the prospect of being able to cultivate in peace hereafter, no longer troubled by the invasions of nether-spirits.

The abilities of the Slaughter-Spike Demonic Armor went far beyond mere telepathic connection and shared memories; otherwise, it wouldn't have been rated among the "Three Great Demonic Armors and Four Great Demonic Weapons" of the Demon Realm—though that was a story for another time.

Liu Zihan, once an iceberg beauty, showed no aversion whatsoever to devouring the corpses of alien species. She even carefully savored the delectable meal she had just consumed, completely forgetting that she had once been human.

He had actually forgotten all about yesterday morning simply because he had played so happily with Yujia during the day. At this moment, Qin Yu's gaze involuntarily swept toward the center of the courtyard, where he spotted two elderly figures standing and looking at him with smiles. Who else could it be but Old Chen and Old Lin?

It would have been better left unsaid, but mentioning it made Tianye's heart itch once more, desperately wishing to ask for the rest of the story on the spot. However, Gong Yi had no intention of continuing.

The others were creatures that had undergone cultivation over long, endless years, possessing a certain degree of spiritual intelligence and the ability to take on human form.

"We washed them!" Lian'er and Hua'er said in unison, holding up their clean hands in front of their mother as they spoke.