Chapter 13188 — Seven-Headed Spider Emperor

"So there are still those who remember this Emperor?"

All seven faces spoke at once, a chorus of fresh, honey-sweet female voices issuing from a single throat.

In any other setting, hearing only the voices and not seeing the faces, the crowd might even have found it rather charming.

Unfortunately, faced with such a visage, no matter how beguiling or pleasing the voice, Wei Zhao and the others could not feel the slightest temptation—only a deepening dread.

Wei Zhao's heart went cold.

When they had spoken of the great chaos demons earlier, Jiang Xiaoshang had once said...

After the relevant formalities were completed, Linshan became the lord of the Heavenly Fire Star. Given Linshan's current rank as a Celestial King, it was more than sufficient.

Shen Zhao frowned slightly, sensing that this was by no means a simple case of bandits kidnapping a princess for ransom.

"Look at the sun," Xiang Gong replied. Just then the sun was descending to the sea's horizon, its lowest edge grazing the waterline.

"The Three Spirit Realms must be thrown into greater chaos still. If we were to slay Blood-Armor Cloudblade the moment we arrived, wipe out the Third Blood-Armor Royal Court, and seize the Demon Tree Continent in one stroke—that would certainly raise morale.

Xiang Xinci sipped her congee unhurriedly. "Calm down." The people of the Eastern Palace knew what they were doing; it was merely frightening to watch.

As Qiu Min pressed closer and closer, Mo Shang kept retreating, until he had backed to the very end of the corridor. Mo Shang's emotions were now like the lake surface rippling behind him.

Old Niu fell silent. For a time the two of them had nothing to say, gazing at each other, their thoughts drifting back to that storm-tossed age, to those high-spirited years.

But these ancient great demons did not ravage the mountain domain; only now and then a long cry would ring out from somewhere across the mountains, proof that they existed.

"Pfft." Remus clenched his fist expressionlessly and crushed the beam of light in his grip, then turned and shot a stern glare at Inti and the others before returning to the battlefield.

It looked as though this place had been without a master for a long while; a layer of dust lay over the cabinets and tables.

Many people here also lived the nine-to-five life, the streets teeming with traffic during working hours—such a familiar sight, as if everything had gone back to the old days.

Thinking of those two years with Gu Yucheng, when there had been nothing between them at all, still made her a little sad. But at the thought that her idol was now her boyfriend, and that she was even now meeting her future in-laws, she instantly felt that all her bitterness had turned to sweetness.

Yu Shiyi shot Xu Wei a look, and Xu Wei gave Sai Xishi a gentle nudge under the table, reminding her to mind her manners.

The Ferris wheel's multicolored lights blazed behind him, mingled with the dim golden glow of the setting sun, scattering flecks of radiance across his soft black hair and dappling his white shirt with color, which set his profile in ever sharper relief and made his figure seem all the taller. An Xiaoxiao stood rooted to the spot, staring, dumbstruck.

Putting away the Han Yuan Sword, Shang Baizi conjured his fan and fanned himself several more times. He told himself to stay calm and not let that wretched old codger get to him, or he would easily start growing wrinkles.

Naturally she recognized it as Gu Jiaren's phone—but why had Gu Jiaren handed it to her? It was not as though she lacked a phone of her own.

"No, a little lower still." Gu Chen shook his head gently, a note of pain threading through his voice.

"Hold on to me and you won't be cold." He lowered his head and smiled at her, with a childishness unlike anything he usually showed.

Just then a spatial gate appeared beside them. At the sight of Xiao Lin emerging, Wim let out a breath of relief.

At most, one could say that Dongling had traded her life for the Prince Xian's conviction! Yet Qiao Dongling had received no fair treatment! Prince Xian was bound to be condemned anyway—why throw away a life for nothing?

He was examining the mark on her neck closely, and Xianchi simply reached up to cover it with her hand—it was hardly anything at all, yet judging by his reaction, anyone would think she had been slashed.