Volume 1, Chapter 27: Forging the Divine-Demonic Human Emperor Body! Zhu Youjian Awakens the Golden Dragon and the Demonic Dragon!

Accompanied by a towering surge of demonic energy, Zhu Youjian’s consciousness finally broke free from that chaotic void and returned to reality.

Seeing Zhu Youjian regain clarity, his eyes shining once more, Wang Cheng’en wept with joy. He knelt on the ground, his voice trembling. “Your Majesty, you have finally awakened! You frightened this servant to death!” As he spoke, he wiped the tears from his eyes with his sleeve, his face filled with the relief of one who had narrowly escaped disaster.

Zhu Youjian drew a deep breath, sensing the brand-new power within him—a fusion of demonic essence and the strength of the Golden Dragon—and then slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. Is this the true power of the Human Emperor’s Body? It is truly immense! Zhu Youjian felt the power surging within his body...

Just as I was about to bolt out of the office, Old Qin reached out his right hand, pinned my shoulder, and spoke in a deep voice behind me.

Of course, Xu Zhong could tell that these were Xu Jinghe’s true thoughts; his third aunt had never changed her temper. Jinghe’s expression was even more relaxed than hers, for Jinghe knew that in a little while, Yao Ling’er would no longer have such confidence.

Zhou Bingran kept his head low, saying nothing, silently enduring the reproaches of the two elders. The loss of so many lives was within Zhou Bingran’s expectations, and he indeed bore responsibility. However, the survivors of this battle had become battle-hardened soldiers, each capable of standing on their own.

Perhaps only the Wind and Cloud Pavilion could act so flawlessly, sealing off news so tightly that even the Drunken Red Pavilion could do nothing about it.

“Offense intended!” Dongfang Xiao did not stand on ceremony. The moment his words fell, he transformed into a cyan streak of light, charging fiercely toward Xing Boluoding.

Tig was almost certain that this earth-element auxiliary potion would be met with enthusiastic demand once it hit the market, but he would not be foolish enough to sell it. That would surely make him a target for everyone; even with the title of disciple to the legendary Archmage Enrike, he would know no peace.

Jinghe smiled, picked up an embroidery pattern of “A Qilin Bestowing a Son,” compared it, and said, “This one is nice,” before choosing another of “Fish Playing Among Lotus Flowers.”

Igor looked at Sobis before him. His face wore a frivolous smile, yet his eyes held an incomparable earnestness. Nodding gently, Igor took the teacup and the magic core from Sobis’s hand.

“You?” Xu Zhong glanced at him. Although he had made great progress, he was still too young, prone to impulsive actions and overlooking details.

Beichen charged straight in, and as the wave of dizziness passed and his vision cleared, he found himself in the Super-Cute Realm.

With nothing else to do, I felt it didn’t really matter, so I looked at Chen Tian and Yang Lin. Under the gaze of his older brother Chen Hao, Chen Tian twitched his lips and agreed. Yang Lin, however, looked troubled, clearly finding it absurd to play a game that might attract unclean spirits in such a bizarre environment.

“See? I told you, once I left the barracks, I would definitely be able to play a more important role,” Zhao Mu said triumphantly.

Dragging my suitcase across the stone path toward the sea boardwalk, the wheels rattled rhythmically against the gaps in the wood. Most of the room lights were on, suggesting there were many tourists.

However, if Ishida Fukumitsu could now use such a move, did it mean there was still a shred of consciousness left in his heart?

The manager replied that such a large order was the biggest he had ever seen in his life; even the Imperial family had never requested so many warships, with their largest order being no more than a hundred.

When Liu Yangxi said this, the other spirit-controllers looked at me, as their uncles and elders had also attended the last Spirit-Controller Assembly.

Only Zhao Mu’s powerful innate physique could support such frantic, non-stop calculations. Even if others possessed such perverted computational ability, they lacked the physical hardware to sustain it.

I leaned in and kissed Wu Peining, my hands beginning to caress her body. Although it was a dream, I couldn’t help but take advantage of the situation; if others weren’t present, I would have loved to go all the way. It would be unmanly not to do something when my wife was dressed so sexily.

The police officer already had a grudge against the fat Boss Gong and wanted to deal with such a drunk-driving scoundrel, but had been forced to bend the law due to pressure from the station chief. Now that someone with even greater influence was involved, it was as if he held the Imperial Sword, and he no longer cared for the fat Boss Gong.

Although Alan had known early on that Ivan might appear in the third round and cause him trouble, he never expected him to be the first of everyone to arrive.

Jin Guangyan, who had been urgently recalled by the housekeeper, glanced at the photo and immediately understood why his mother, usually devoid of expression, was currently in such a rage. He took a deep breath and respectfully called out, “Mother.”

Guided by the formulas Sadou had previously derived, the knowledge of Shamanic arrays and parameter modification—long sealed away—rushed into Duko’s mind like a fountain. It gradually mapped out like a dense, systematic spiderweb, leading to the deduction of the conversion method between the primordial power of the Maha cultivation and the Shamanic arts.

Aidaia wore black tactical gear that accentuated her curvaceous, sexy figure. Her eyes held a seductive charm, and every movement she made held the gazes of everyone in the hall firmly upon her.

“It’s nothing serious, how could she have fainted for no reason?” Jin Guangyan was anxious, his tone growing irritable.

But just as Pulao raised his arm to strike down, a flash of light suddenly appeared, so piercing that Pulao could not keep his eyes open.

Or perhaps it was exactly at this moment that one needed to be so earnest about these possibilities.

Zhu Bajie spoke with such heartfelt sincerity that even Lin Tianyao felt that trying to woo Chang’e was almost a crime.

Xi Dongchen threw a tantrum and refused to eat, pushing Yun Yuruo’s hand far away. With two ink-black pupils present, he felt a discomfort throughout his blood, leaving him restless and unsettled.