Chapter Sixty-Three: Turn Around

Yang Ji remained silent. The sudden turn of events had caught him completely off guard.

Meanwhile, Mario ignored Black Saka’s protests and injected the original chaotic power of Azathoth into Black Saka's body.

"Very well," Link said, gazing deeply at Lin Xi. He summoned Bai Ling, and together they rode Bai Ling to a secluded, deserted place.

This was the “Immortal Shadow Exchange.” As Yang Ji's strength increased, this technique had become increasingly refined. Even Zhao Youhuai failed to see through Yang Ji’s use of it.

It was a transformation tied to dreams; if he could truly master it, he could merge all the variations of the Emperor's Dream Seal into the Infinite Divine Fist, deepening the mysteries of martial arts.

Fang Yun spoke calmly. This was not his first time facing a formidable opponent; his resolve had long been tempered. If he kept worrying about what lay ahead or behind, he would never accomplish anything of significance.

The Vice Leader of the Overcast Sky Sect’s expression changed drastically. Without hesitation, he recalled all his Blood Crow avatars. These avatars were so tough that even the sect disciples’ swords could not cut through them.

"Follow me. Starting today, I will teach you the foundational doctrines of soul engraving," Thomas nodded.

Gradually, the sword technique shifted, becoming silent and elusive, ending only with a sudden explosive sound.

Lin Qi looked awkwardly at the indifferent representatives of the Dark Spirits. He spread his hands helplessly and sighed deeply.

At that moment, the jubilant group remembered the Yellow River was less than forty miles ahead. Rest was forgotten; everyone hurriedly drove their carriages forward.

These guards were taller, more robust, and imposing than any others on the street.

When He Qingfan opened his eyes, Huangfu Huihong was startled, stepping back a few paces in fright. Then, seeing He Qingfan’s head vanish, he was even more astonished, unable to comprehend what had happened. He suppressed his shock, flung his sleeve, and walked away.

"When was it that I finally resolved to campaign against the Shinobi Division?" Feng Zhen asked casually.

Who was the Empress? Wu Zetian. Was Wu Zetian’s incident not inciting Taiping to act as regent and prepare for her ascent to the throne?

The shadow seemed to sense He Qingfan’s weakness and intensified the output of black mist. Waves of purer black mist assaulted him, nearly shattering his protective golden aura.

At that moment, faint gray smoke drifted from the shattered head of Ghost Seven. Within the smoke, traces of resentment lingered.

Earlier, the three women had visited the Huang family as guests. Though everyone spoke warmly and cheerfully, the rapport was no longer as harmonious as before.

Just as the three young men frowned in concentration, preparing to channel their spiritual power to their eyes and pierce the thick smoke, another youth in white Daoist robes rushed in.

Jun Hui clutched his head with both hands, struggling to keep his consciousness clear, and shouted at Gu Chen.

Cao Cao laughed heartily, saying, "Excellent! Gongda, your words are truly wise! Your Majesty, I urge you to heed Xun You’s loyal advice!" With Cao Cao’s urging, the Emperor was forced to comply.

As Zhao Leilei’s demeanor brightened, Shen Feng seemed to glimpse the shadow of Yu Qi in her.

Nonetheless, I dared not refuse, for I was in need of her help. If I offended her, I might lose a golden opportunity to discern the next move of the charismatic young lord.

They were leaving, and I did not ask them to stay. Seconds later, only the original members of our studio remained in the hall.

"Yes, that’s right—back then they ambushed Murong Shanshan. I took out two of them!" I recalled how Murong Shanshan had little experience in player-killing at the time and was stunned by the events.

Golden sword-light covered the sky, roaring like dragons in the wind, stirring the energy of the void into chaos and lunging at Yang Tian with open jaws.

Su Yan snorted coldly, reaching out to grab the attacker’s wrist. With a gentle shake, the dagger flew from his grasp.

Some nobles suspected it was a ruse, a scheme by Lord Gu Lie to shirk responsibility.

After the crown prince finished his salute and stood, his handsome, resolute face bore the maturity of one older than his years; his eyes no longer held the innocence of youth, but shone with understanding and restraint. The emperor nodded approvingly—he had not betrayed his trust.

As one wave of ambush concluded, I wondered what surprises the next round from the World of Elegance would bring. I couldn’t help but look forward to it.

Master He nodded in satisfaction, reminding him not to share this matter with the rest of the He family.

With a surge of fury, the dark-armored figure raised his heavy sword high and brought it down upon the place where Purple Phoenix and Feng Caitian stood.

As Ye Shanhai spoke, his gaze intentionally or unintentionally swept across two directions. More precisely, across two silhouettes.

Although their time together was brief, all of them regarded Ah Che as a trustworthy and dependable elder brother.