Ascending the Demon Realm

"Gambling raid! Everyone crouch down with hands on your heads—no sudden moves!" Police shouts echoed as everyone in the room was swiftly restrained.  

"Unbelievable. She robbed you of a potion and then jumped off a building? What a psycho!" Gao Jun exclaimed incredulously.  

Beneath the pavilion, dense foliage provided perfect concealment. Yet Shangguan Xiong and He Fangliang ordered their men to dig pits two hundred zhang away. Each pair buried themselves under layers of branches and leaves, leaving only eyes exposed to monitor the pavilion.  

He Fangliang and Shangguan Xiong rushed to Qingyang Palace with a dozen robust men. News of recent developments tightened their chests. Having witnessed Moonlang's plight at Yinwind Ridge, they couldn't bear the thought of the child's soul being tormented into oblivion.  

He then reviewed combat techniques—Overlord Fist, Eternal Silence Sword Dao—absorbing the intricacies of each lethal maneuver.  

Gao Jun avoided greeting Zhao Haiyan openly. Closeness would breed suspicion; distance was necessary.  

"Fight even if you can't win." Ouyang Hongxue's voice held icy resolve, devoid of any jest.  

"Brother Yifeng, I, Zheng Xiong, owe you my life." With grave solemnity, he pulled Zheng Yu'er toward escape in the opposite direction.  

A split-second decision: beauty or empire? Inventing titles like "Lady Snow" and "Lady Jade" placated both Wang Jian's devotion to Xuefu and Chancellor Yang's unshakable influence.  

Hu Liwei and Laifu reluctantly acquiesced, lacking better alternatives.  

"Linlin, watch your tongue around your sister-in-law." Ye Dongcheng snapped. The girl's bluntness crossed lines.  

Li Tianchou ignored them, hurling s against the back wall. Impacts sparked sharp cracks as ricochets struck hidden figures. "Damn it!" someone yelped in pain.  

"Any ideas on escaping yet?" Luo Yan finally steadied his voice.  

Aunt Wu stole a glance at Director Lin, relieved he seemed oblivious.  

The sand bull dragged the lifeless damu  into dunes after its final thrash.  

She still couldn't revisit those memories. Eight months later, Huang Yun gave birth to a boy named Li Ji.  

Ye Youtiao glanced around, missing Old Tang in the parked car. Smoothing wind-tousled hair, she pushed through the revolving doors of Emperor Hotel.  

"Your name? How’d you evade my strike? Serve me instead. Coincidence or skill, you’ve earned survival." Xie Muyun’s eyes flashed crimson at the middle-aged man.  

"No reversible arts exist. Souls extinguished return to void—no retrieval possible." Qi Ying shook her head bitterly.  

Sun Weidong blew a mocking smoke ring, already envisioning Dongfang Lengyu’s defeat and incoming riches.  

Indoor baths became an obsession over following days—steam clinging to skin like luxury.  

Flyers finalized, Chen Fan wasted no time. At dawn, he marched to the printshop.  

"Came to arrest you, yet stumbled upon bigger prey. Who’s this ‘senior’ you mentioned?" The interrogator demanded.  

None resisted gold’s lure. Jinhao Corporation’s wealth could crush Qin Ke’s company like an ant.  

Infant-like wails pierced the air. The shadow by the shattered glass wall turned slowly, wind lifting its cloak to reveal dragon-scale armor.  

Thus, Shen Dong drilled troops daily, preparing relentlessly for battles ahead.  

Chen Duoduo’s blue-dominant wardrobe contrasted Liu Wanying’s sudden choice of pale jeans.  

Uncertainties loomed: Yang Cheng’s rivalry and Ye Lanwei’s threats tangled like vipers.  

All knew Qin Ke no longer fawned over Dong Zhiyu—Ye Qingyu now occupied her heart.  

Job-hopping brought only harassment; her delicate looks and meekness made her an easy target.  

Wang Pengyu nodded. The hovering quivered, unleashing dark mists that coalesced into spectral soldiers swarming the armored King.  

"Don’t touch me." Zhang Yun Shan Ji’s hand with disgust, strategically sidestepping potential retaliation.  

"Brother? What’s wrong?" Sunny’s worry spiked as Moon Shadow Maple’s deepening frown drew others closer.  

Aobai trailed Liang Bin upward, marveling at the latter’s stamina.  

Elite gatherings always circled back to expanding networks—keys to countless doors.  

Undeniably, Francis’s runaway years offered meager growth against true trials.  

"I’ll report this outrage to my nation. Keep your lifeboats—I’ll rescue the crew myself." Witt stormed off.  

Quan Laoliu’s house now belonged to Moon Shadow Maple. The man left carrying only luggage: "Nothing remains worth keeping. Dispose of the furniture as you wish."