All Chapters of Dawn of the Gods: Chapter 441 - Chapter 450

Xiao Chen ignored him, and still seemed crazy. He tightened the Immortal-Binding Rope and Mo Yu was completely breathless. Blood veins popped on his face, his eyes turned white, his eyeballs popped, and he said difficultly, "I didn't, didn't kill her... I was lying to you. I never went back..." "Ah!" Xiao Chen did not listen to him at all, all he wanted to do was to strangle him to death, but suddenly he felt a constriction in his chest and losing his strength, he loosened the Immortal-Binding Rope gradually. Mo Yu immediately got up, and his eyes were full of murderous intent. "Go and die!" He drew a dagger from his sleeve and stabbed him in the throat. Just when the dagger was half a foot away from Xiao Chen's throat, a green radiance flew in from a distance, and with a "Dang", the dagger flew off, and Mo Yu's wrist was also numbed from this sudden force. He looked up and yelled, "Who's this!" Suddenly more than a dozen shado

At this time, the monks in the distance finally arrived with torches. Zen Master Quechen yelled, "Do your best tonight; you must not let the Devil Repressed Tower open!" The monks obeyed and immediately held their magic tool, formed a golden formation and sealed it to the Devil Repressed Tower. Gu Feng's Raging Dragon Blade swayed, and dozens of monks were blown away by a gust of wind. Then he yelled at Xiao Chen and the others, "What are you waiting for!" Xiao Chen could not care more. He immediately joined forces with the Levitating Dark Fragrance and struck a Mystic Power at the Devil Repressed Tower. Inside the Devil Repressed Tower was a mystic domain but it was much easier to open it from the outside. Zen Master Quechen saw what was happening, he chanted the incantation rapidly and went at Xiao Chen like a flash of lightning to stop him. Gu Feng yelled and slashed at his back. Zen Master Quechen could only turn around to defend. As he

It was the twenty-first day of the seventh month. Five days had passed and Xiao Chen arrived at a place called Guhe Town—the Town of the Ancient River. He was but only a few more days' journey from Xianyong City at the eastern peripherals of the Middle Continent. With the rest of the Levitating Dark Fragrance scouring the lands for Gui Xian, there was only Qingluan and Ziyun'er accompanying him. It rained terribly hard yesterday and it was a hot and sunny day today. Xiao Chen was reading the Elixir King Scripture that Gui Xian had given him at the tavern. The tome hardly contained many methods of healing, focusing instead on extensive recipes and information about elixirs and tonics. But he scarcely understood most of them, and recognized only some recipes for medication that helps to improve blood circulation, cure bruising, and calming or soothing in addition to others. He shifted himself, sitting cross-legged and began to breathe and rest by following

The voice came so suddenly that Qingluan and Ziyun'er were startled for seconds before their wide-eyed and open-mouthed incomprehension grew into beaming joy. Those nearby who were leaving immediately turned back when they heard the disembodied voice from inside the Gorge, their faces flushed with disbelief. They scrambled back, screaming vainly, "Please! Young Maestro Liancheng! Save us please!" But there was no more response from the legendary physician. The two little acolytes echoed themselves yet another time again, "The rest of you can come back again after a month..." Despite the ceaseless mumbles of begging for help, nothing came from inside the grove sprawled inside the Gorge. Realizing their futility, the people got up, looking positively churlish and disappointed as they dragged themselves away. One of the acolytes came to Xiao Chen and beckoned, "This way please, good sir. The Young Master is expecting you." Qingluan and Ziyun'er

"What... are you talking about?" The voice sounded weak and breathy, although it was no less audible in the silence of the night and the suddenness of it was enough to make Qingluan and Ziyun'er jump. The former scurried over to him. "You shouldn't be here, My Lord. The weather is cold outside." Ziyun'er rubbed off her tears and kept her head down when she rejoined them. But her puffy eyes and the two lines of dried tears failed to escape Xiao Chen's notice. "Why are you crying again?" he asked softly, with a hand on the wall of the cave to keep himself still as he convulsed into coughs again. "I just woke up," a sickly him went on, "And I found you both missing. So here am I, looking for you. What happened?" "No-nothing, My Lord. Let me help you. Let's go inside." They went back to the cave. Ziyun'er cowered in a corner, hugging her knees quietly. Xiao Chen propped himself up against the wall of the cave chamber, the chilly se