Chapter 63: Level 6 Soul Guidance Cannon! Zao Wuji Defeated in an Instant! (Bonus Chapter)

His pupils dilated violently; this blast caught him completely off guard, leaving him no time even to activate his Avatar of the Martial Soul.

This was, after all, a Class 6 soul-guided cannon. Even with Zhao Wuji's strength as a Soul Saint, he would inevitably suffer severe injuries.

His seventh soul skill, the Avatar of the Martial Soul, would boost his defense twofold, but its use came at a heavy cost: all his attributes would be reduced by fifty percent, and it would require a full seven days to recover.

However, he had failed to activate it in time. Consequently, Zhao Wuji was now left powerless to respond.

As for those few dilapidated cabinets waiting to be restored, nobody knew where or by what means Professor Qin had managed to unearth them. In a place like Australia, where people were generally so quick to discard the old for the new, tracking down vintage pieces was no easy task.

"Of course we have ships in Loulan. Besides, our Loulan Kingdom doesn't just have the endless Flying Sand Desert; we also have boundless, vast lakes," Ayiguli retorted petulantly, casting a dissatisfied glance at Li Longfei.

Having drunk the blood, Zhao Wuji dropped to his knees, raised his head, and began chanting a harsh, incomprehensible incantation.

Therefore, all the ministers must prepare themselves. Those belonging to the neutral faction need to choose a side, while those who have already aligned themselves must fight tooth and nail for their chosen prince to claim the throne. After all, their fortunes were inextricably linked: when one prospers, all prosper; when one falls, all fall.

Noticing Wang Dapei up to no good, he walked over for a closer look, only to find Wang Dapei grinning foolishly to himself. What on earth had he discovered?

"I want to see the Underworld Queen! I demand to see the Underworld Queen!" The Celestial Hound was blocked at the entrance of the Underworld. The realm was currently on high alert, with security far stricter than ever before. Unable to force his way in, the Hound could only remain outside, barking frantically.

Beiming Yu, whose constitution was already frail, was gradually beginning to fail under Fang Tian's ferocious onslaught due to excessive blood loss and exhaustion.

Finally, Murong Yan'er located the prey she had been searching for. The malice and hatred in her eyes instantly mingled with the thrilling excitement of an imminent hunt.

How could this be? Narrowing her eyes into slits, she desperately tried to convince herself that this wasn't merely an illusion. Could this be the very realization of the verse: *Having searched for her thousands of times in the crowd, suddenly I turned back, and there she stood in the dim waning light*?

Yet, after a fleeting moment of dimness, his gaze grew increasingly graceful and refined, carrying an astonishing air of nobility and enchanting allure.

"Very well, then you should both head off to rest early. Remember to make sure you have everything arranged tomorrow—first thing, talk some sense into that young lady in her room. If she refuses to cooperate, I'll hold you both accountable. I trust you are seasoned veterans, so you surely know how to handle it."

To express mind would be to admit the cap fit, effectively acknowledging that her singing was indeed terrible.

She wore gold-rimmed reading glasses, with a few strands of hair falling gracefully across her high, full forehead. She wore no bangs, and her long hair was dark, smooth, and sleek.

Without giving Xu Ping a chance to turn around, the grey-robed elder threw a punch straight at his back, intending to strike him dead on the spot.

Glancing back at the courtyard where he had spent a full year, Xu Ping felt a twinge of reluctance. In truth, he didn't want to leave. He felt life in the Proud Moon Palace was actually quite pleasant, allowing him to cultivate while also crafting talismans.

Only at this moment did Xiangxiang truly panic. Seeing the old nanny being dragged away, she resolved to tell the Emperor the absolute truth.

The saying goes that an elder brother acts as a father, paternal love is as steadfast as a mountain, and strict discipline molds filial children. This had always been the eldest of the Ye family's approach to disciplining his younger brothers.

"Looking back now, though, I suppose I barely escaped with my life..." At this point, Qiu Hai's gaze fixed upon Chu Hao, his eyes brimming with intense fury.

"By then she will be of age, and she can make her own decisions." Tailor masked his feelings well, offering a calm, serene smile.

It was only after Xu Ping presented the jade pendant proving his eligibility for the auction along with proof of his financial standing that he was ushered into the main auction hall.

Guoqing had chosen an exceptionally conservative strategy that completely clashed with his own personality. This path later forced Guoqing's entire crew to pay a heavy price, the root cause ultimately lying in Guoqing himself, who utterly lacked the vision required to manage the overall situation.