63. The Fall of the Eighth Prince, the Downfall of the Living Buddha

"Kill it!"
No matter how cunning the demon is, even if riddled with holes and drained of blood, it must die.
That day, the local militia and demon soldiers chased down all sorts of extraordinary people; now, they could even hunt great demons.
Just as Chen Jing, the Taoist priest, prepared to unfold the scroll and summon the fierce ghost generals, his brow furrowed tightly, thinking, "Such a reckless leap is courting death." Yet, his movements only faltered slightly. He had already discerned that this Taoyuan Living Buddha was a demon beneath a Buddhist guise, his true nature unchanged. As a member of the Lushan Sect,
Song Ruilong felt a wave of disgust hearing these words. Glancing at Yang Shuixian’s expression, it seemed as if she could swallow Song Ruilong and his clothes whole.
Nate’s details of clothing, food, lodging, and behavior inadvertently revealed a noble, elegant, and grand aura beyond ordinary reach.
When Zhao Yue returned, he had once mentioned to He Xuantong that there was a hidden thorn in the rear ranks of the Liangshan faction that must be removed early, but they hadn’t yet identified who it was.
Song Ruilong ordered the bodies inside the house to be temporarily packed into sacks and commanded four constables to carry the corpses back to the county office.
"The celestial rotating turtle hides within the dice bones of a diviner. It is said those dice bones have been passed down for countless years, so it likely did not descend recently but came down long ago," Zhong Xuanxin explained.
At this moment, Dharma King Mingda was walking along the edge of a mountain valley, surrounded by a mountain range that resembled an earthen dragon encircling the valley.
According to what the two knew, the Spirit Realm’s strength possibly did not surpass the larger secondary realms such as the Demon Realm, Magic Realm, and Soul Realm.
After resting briefly on the spot, Ning Hai, Meng Xin, and Huan Shuang also entered the cave to examine the place thick with spiritual energy, each expressing great admiration.
"My purpose in coming to this world is singular," he said, his gaze fixed on Xiao Yi.
Two ice bullets suddenly shot down from above the watchtower, striking a thief directly. The thief was thrown to the ground by the immense shockwave, and the healers behind had no time to restore his health.
Thinking so, there was a light snort before he turned and left. If Mi Xiaoxiao had noticed, she would surely recognize him—the boy who had nearly collided with Ze Kesi that day and who had knocked over a pile of beast pelts while saving Ze Kesi himself.
"Haha! I was merely the young master of the Jian family before. To prevent you from discovering my secret, I always pretended to be a good child. But now, there’s no need. I no longer have to be courteous to you." Jian Ze’s face was marked with clear disgust, causing Qin Yao’s heart to tighten painfully.
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