Mo Dao Zu Shi Novel Novels & Stories

Dong Zhenjiang let out a scream and drew out his long sword to stab Zhao Xingyue. At this time, Zhao Xingyue seemed like a female devil. For the sake of saving the person dear to her heart, she did not care even if she had to make enemies of all the gods and Buddhas. Dong Zhenjiang was just a warrior at the late stage of the Apotheosis Realm. By contrast, his cultivation was even lower. Zhao Xingyue disappeared as soon as he tried to stab her with his sword. Then there was a cracking sound in his ear. His neck was broken. His body fell to the ground with a plop.

“You will breed more Wu for my stock.” Wadim’s fingers continued up Dao-Ming’s pale stomach. Her breathing was labored as she struggled beneath his touch. Outraged when his sharp talons fondled the contours of her breasts, Dao-Ming tried to rip her body away. Her sudden jerking caused his nails to dig into her flesh. Wadim placed his hand on her throat and forced her deep into the pillow while he lowered his lips and sampled the blood from the unexpected tear his nail made in her flawless skin. Dao-Ming’s body went limp as she fainted.

Shimmering golden letters materialized, coalescing into the script of the Book of Daoism. James scoffed, “Even bringing out their Daoism textbook? Quite the spectacle.” In the next instant, the first word of The Book of Daoism shot out, carrying a sacred and vast mysterious power, rushing toward James at lightning speed. James stepped aside to avoid the impact, but his right arm was grazed by its force, causing him to bleed. He frowned at the sight. “Interesting.” Shortly after, more golden letters from the Book of Daoism attacked James from all directions.