NOW Murong Wuque dropped down like divine tribulation, sand and stone exploded outwards, and the ground around the gates trembled, like a mountain descended from the skies. The guards shielded their faces with one hand, the other quickly reaching for their weapons. Lesser warriors would have collapsed from the impact, but the sentinels guarding the entrance were the best from the elite team, proficient in assault and defense, with years of real battle experience in precarious situations. The cloud of dust and debris stayed away from Murong Wuque, as if an invisible halo was protecting his purity. Even the desert creatures hiding beneath the sands scurried away, his aura acting as a natural repellent for creatures of darkness. “Halt! If you take one more step, you will be sorry.” The corner of Murong Wuque's lips curved up, the area around him turning colder than hail. “You're the ones who will be sorry you touched my person.” His voice was low, almost a whisper, yet each of t

The moment Murong Wuque entered the fortress, he felt a strand of Alvin's aura, as if it was intentionally calling for him. Alvin's life force was fading, Murong Wuque could feel it. Before him, eight hundred warriors and mages were assembled, ready for war. He didn't have time to engage with them. So he did the one thing he swore he would never. “Stop!” The lead mage who seems to be a god realm master shouted. Murong Wuque continued forward, his steps brisk and sure. “Attack!” The order barely left the commander’s lips when Murong Wuque raised two fingers in the air…his forefinger and middle finger. “Protect!” He whispered, bringing the fingers to his lips. At once, the attacks the mages were gathering dissipated. Undertones of purple appeared in their eyes. Like robots, they all turned in a neat formation, flanking Murong Wuque left and right while he continued on his way inside. That's right! He was using mind control on a batallion that had more than four god realm m

Lord Ning's eyes never left Murong Wuque's back even for a second, watching him disappear into the horizon. A powerful image has been painted in his mind. Never before has he wanted something as intensely as he did the man in the white cloak. Desire, and hunger overrode every other emotion in his eyes. He licked his lips. One of the god realm masters hissed in irritation and landed beside him. “Master, why did you let him leave?” Lord Ning turned to him with a smile. The survivors were equally gathering around to hear him. “Can you keep him?” He scoffed. “If I had engaged him in a life and death battle, everything here would have been reduced to rubbles, including the underground passageways and portals.” “He's that powerful?” “What do you think?” Lord Ning shook his head. “He hasn't even used his most powerful moves, yet he left such carnage in his wake. He's definitely not simple.” “Does it mean he has reached the High god realm?” Lord Ning wanted to laugh. High god

VILLA NUMBER SEVEN “It's already nine, and the boss isn't home yet. Could something have gone wrong?” Trinity asked, coming to sit on the arm of the couch. She was dressed in a baby pink colored satin robe, a cup of coffee in her hands. Shi Yue, whose face was covered with a light shawl, sat up, pushing it aside. Leah and Trinity who were opposite her screamed in fright, their hearts pounding a mile a minute. The scream made others turn to them. Amanda and Martha who was carrying in a tray equally screamed. Shi Meng Ying only gasped, staring at Shi Yue with wide eyes. “What happened to you?” Martha hurried towards her, rushing to hold her. Shi Yue shook her head, unable to form coherent words. Her eyes were black and sunken, with dark circles around them. Her hair seemed tousled. The spotless Shi Yue seemed a mess. The Shi brothers who went for a duel entered at that moment. “I don't know. I suddenly felt very exhausted and agitated early this morning. My heart cou

Qin Li walked into the villa with heavy steps, his face wrinkled to lines. Most of them had calmed down, just waiting with hints of sorrow. Shi Meng Ling held a pale Shi Yue, patting her back softly. As for Martha she stood aside, not knowing who to comfort. The moment they saw Qin Li, Elena stood up, her eyes reddish. “Young master Qin, how's our boss?” Leah looked up, listless. She didn't know what to say. Her heart felt tight, and numb. Like someone pressed pause on her feelings. Qin Li opened his mouth, and closed it again. Then he sighed. His heavy expression made the situation all the more suspicious. His eyes moved between them. Even Sam was present. He had rushed in after hearing the commotion. Everyone looked so innocent and devastated. How could there be a spy here? How could someone here have anything other than good will towards Alvin. Who was it? Who exactly was it? “Brother Qin…” Oliver prompted again. “Alvin he… well…mmm.” He sighed again. Leah's face