Chapter 1179: Having Too Many Harems, Right? Die for This Young Master!

Meng Jingzhou rolled his neck with a slow twist, tearing away his mask. "Damn it all, after waiting this long, my cultivation realm has finally fluctuated into the Tribulation Transmutation Stage."

Meng Jingzhou unleashed the Heaven-Shaking Eight Forms, an assault of absolute fortitude and pure yang, crossing the distance in a single stride to strike with a raised fist. Yang Kongtong, how could he fear a mere junior? Descending like a celestial deity, brilliant light erupted from both his palms, and as fist met palm, the very fabric of space fractured into a continuous line of explosions.

The Azure Peak Sword sliced through the void, a single blade transforming into ten thousand, sword qi hanging inverted to drape across the vault of heaven, outshining the boundless white snow.

"Chairman Lin, perhaps I should leave, lest I disrupt your domestic harmony," Feng Tianqi said with a helpless sigh.

The other kind of god bore no relation to faith whatsoever; these were the Primordial Gods, entities who had possessed their own divine godhood since the very moment of their birth.

"Let us go, I see no reason to fret over those two fellows," Qi Hao said with cold arrogance, sheathing his longsword and walking out without casting a single backward glance, leaving Chu Fei entirely unheeded in the messy wind.

The three salespeople, including Chen Qi, closely scrutinized the facial expressions of Li Hao after he heard the price. One had to understand that the Tan Palace was a crystalized piece of artwork reserved exclusively for those successful elites on the Forbes Fortune 500 list. Even the domestic coal barons and real estate developers had to weigh the depth of their pockets before considering a purchase.

"And now... it begins," Lin Yu said. Behind him, Ye Ling, Lin Chu, and Mo Feng hastily retreated, a movement mirrored by Jin Sha, Tie Sha, and the rest of the crowd, leaving only Lin Yu and his opponent within the three-hundred-zhang expanse of the vast square.

"Saber Demon, manifest," the Saber Saint spoke coldly. The demon king, holding a black saber in its maw, materialized before the eyes of the crowd. The Saber Saint raised his hand, and the Saber Demon mirrored the gesture in perfect synchronization; the long blade slashed down, its radiant edge shattering all in its path, before fusing with the Dragon Saint's black dragon to become an unstoppable torrent of darkness.

His right fist swung outward in a smashing blow, a blinding light exploding from its surface. With his vision obscured, Lin Yu could only retreat step by step. In this dance of advance and retreat, his speed was visibly inferior to his opponent's; Lu Yingjun closed the distance in an instant, raining punch after punch down upon Lin Yu, every strike aimed at a vital point, showing absolutely no mercy.

Early the next morning, the corpse of Firebird was delivered to the threshold of the 14K. Firebird had met a gruesome end, every bone in his body shattered to pieces; he had been tortured to death by the sheer, unadulterated agony.

After all, this matter had been whispered to Lin Feng by Elder Tang and Chen Junhao in strict confidence; no soul was permitted to know.

The Brahma Heavenly Emperor had only learned of Di Yu's true identity through the bizarre monk from the upper realm; given that this secret had been passed down to him by the ancestor, the Brahma Heavenly Emperor dared not leak a single word.

Watching Yanyan shed tears for no apparent reason, Wu Zihao found himself utterly at a loss. He wished to offer comfort, yet the lingering sense of estrangement left him entirely unsure of how to do so.

Shouts echoed from the elevator doors as a flurry of hurried footsteps rushed closer, and three uniformed police officers ran forward, yelling as they reached for their firearms.

"Forget it, it is no great matter anyway; I will just force it out in a moment." Yang Zeyu stroked his chin, seemingly untroubled by the turn of events as he proceeded to drain the next target.

After snapping out of his daze, Shanjie wiped the saliva from his face and raised his head with bitter indignation to gaze up at that patch of blue sky—a sky he once could have soared into, navigating the sea of stars.

"You beast, the same trick will not work a second time!" Beholding the shocked expression of the Purple-Winged Lion-Scorpion Beast, Mu Yufang wore a look of smug satisfaction. It appeared the creature possessed only this meager amount of skill, and was destined to perish by her hand this day.

In truth, since he had already escaped that wretched space, why had he not caught so much as a glimpse of the young girl since yesterday?

Thus, the price of obtaining such treasures was extraordinary, yet they were willing to pay it. The cost, however, was not to be their lives, nor did they intend to die here.

Subsequently, the black horse began to bray and shriek in chaos, pawing the ground with its front hooves in a fury, yet it could not advance a single step further.

A crimson demon-tailed serpent materialized abruptly before the man in white, its gaping maw revealing sharp, vicious fangs that gleamed with a cold, sinister light beneath the reflection of the sun.