Chapter 751: Secrets Under Python Pond

Wolf tracks near Python Pond didn’t surprise Xia Qing at all. Last time she and Yang Jin teamed up to stake out the place and capture the Devastation Snake, the Northern Wolf Pack had already sent Black Wolf there to keep an eye on the python’s movements.

Xia Qing walked over and took one look at the wolf prints in the soft, wet clay. Right away she recognized them—these belonged to Black Wolf, the Alpha’s direct subordinate from the Northern Wolf Pack.

The footprints were large and sharply defined, though the shape of the paw wasn’t clear. That meant this wolf was wearing a protective suit and was much larger than average.

A few days ago, he’d heard that Xu Rong was heading to Jiangnan Province. He didn’t think much of it at the time, but who would’ve guessed that overlooking this step would cost him everything.

“You’re sure that’s all she asked for?” Mu Wanqiu had been anxious, but once she heard Lan Li’s words she finally let out a breath of relief. As long as she wasn’t going to be blacklisted, nothing else really mattered. The entertainment circle was huge—there were plenty of ways to avoid sharing the screen with Lan Li.

Many of the Feng family were stunned when Liu Ziche announced that supernatural energy couldn’t be measured or calculated precisely.

Tian Ye hurriedly pulled out the war banner and jammed it right at that tree. To his shock, the instant it touched the bark, a formless force bounced the banner back.

It was a simple sentence, yet it thundered through the entire Qiankun Taoist Temple, shaking even the peak of Wolong Mountain.

Since Ye Feng had visited the Maple Demon Realm and knew how terrifying the Phoenix Clan was, it was only natural he’d look so serious at this moment.

Although the people behind him were confused, they all flipped to their feet anyway, surrounding Yan Nuo till he couldn’t escape.

A look of utter shock spread across Shangguan Lanlan’s beautiful face. She’d already suspected Lin Yun was no ordinary person—but she never imagined he was this incredible. As for what happened on Earth, she didn’t need to know; she was clueless about everything there anyway.

The siblings’ aunt always tried to distance herself as much as she could, just in case Fu Xue got angry and decided to take it out on her.

“Alright!” Jun Qinghua nodded, indicating she understood, then turned her gaze toward the doorway, signaling to Eunuch Gao that he could leave.

“Yes, sir!” Bai San was thrilled that Li Cheng had given him free use of three thousand immortal coins, and even said he could withdraw more by selling cigarettes if he ran short. Being trusted like this made Bai San’s blood race—he almost felt like he could die for Li Cheng right then and there.

But in truth, it was Zheng Xiaomei who caused this mess. Since her intentions were only to hurt others, Director Shen deliberately downplayed the whole situation.

The sun dipped below the horizon, and darkness swallowed the land. In that moment, Ye Han felt a pang of loneliness and emptiness—feelings he’d never known before.

Bai Tieshan knew full well that if things exploded now, nothing could be controlled anymore. No matter how upset or unwilling he felt, he had no choice but to back down for the moment and head back to report to the dean before deciding what came next.

In the Ninth Era, the Eighth Era, the Underworld River… When Haotian the Great Emperor heard this man call himself Haotian, and even mention another Underworld River, his face was full of confusion. Clearly there were still countless secrets hidden in this chaos, in these wilds. At this moment, Underworld River felt he was on the edge of uncovering an earth-shattering mystery.

In less than half an hour, Di Hong had gathered every available fighter in White Tiger City, ready to fight for their lives against the approaching armies of two nations.

Waves of heat energy rippled between heaven and earth. In a flash, the massive Eight-Spined Mystical Python vanished, dissolving into torrents of fiery red spiritual power, all of which was devoured completely by a crimson afterimage.

Kuafu wore two yellow snakes as earrings and held two more in hand. He was a grand shaman of the Tribe of Jumang, the Ancestral Wood Deity. Bold and fiercely righteous, Kuafu couldn’t stand injustice. Today, seeing ten golden crows spreading havoc across the primordial continent—destroying countless lives, causing untold crime, reducing both humans and shamans to ashes in the sun’s true flames—how could he not be furious?