Chapter 67

At this very juncture, Xue Longfeng happened to spot Chen Xiao. A smile immediately appeared on his face as he cupped his fists in salute toward Chen Xiao.

Chen Xiao’s eyes were also suffused with a blood-red hue at this moment. Rage had reached its absolute peak within him. He had never imagined that the Qiankun Sect would go to such grueling lengths just to deal with him. With the situation having deteriorated to this point, he was entirely out of options and could only abandon the vast majority of his treasures in the hope of carving out a sliver of survival.

Xie Gongbao surmised that Zhu Ji had played him not just once or twice, and this time she was likely putting on another elaborate facade.

At the Midnight Barbecue Restaurant, ever since Tang Fei and Wang Daha had come together last time, Tang Fei would drop by and sit for a while every now and then.

Yan Yuncheng’s mind raced with countless thoughts. This was his very first visit to the Spirit Peak Divine Mountain, and apart from the Mist Envoy, surely no one else would know him. With this thought, he guessed that the Mist Envoy might be the one looking for him, and thus he stopped probing further.

Upon hearing Chen Xiao’s words, Liu Yun immediately and decisively crossed his legs to sit beside Chen Xiao, beginning to thoroughly comprehend the divine arts and martial ways echoing in his mind. Concurrently, Chen Xiao shifted his gaze to look at Hua Long, who was currently slaughtering frantically all around.

Such a breakthrough speed, coupled with the fact that Chen Xiao at the seventh level of the Myriad Laws realm was already so formidable—just how powerful would a Chen Xiao at the eighth level of the Myriad Laws realm be? All these combined factors completely shattered Wu Xuan’s confidence. He no longer harbored even the slightest lingering desire to surpass Chen Xiao, leaving him with no other choice but total submission.

Two distinct thuds rang out as a pair of dark shadows flew in from outside the doorway, crashing heavily onto the ground and lying there while wailing miserably.

In truth, when Yan Yuncheng first laid eyes on the city lord, he too had assumed the man was completely dead. Yet later on, through his spiritual perception, he discovered that the city lord was merely locked in a state of suspended animation. Furthermore, Elder Jun was a mere mortal, yet with just a single glance, he had accurately pinpointed the crux of the ailment. It was truly astonishing.

With a sudden, booming roar, Father Cao rushed down from upstairs, carrying in his hands the health supplements brought by Han Yunlong.

Although His Highness did not fly into a rage, Jiang Yun could fully empathize with the state of mind of this old man—who had displayed grand strategic ambition throughout his entire life—when, in the twilight of his years, he wished for his most beloved son to return, only to be met with a flat refusal.

Human military officers were already starting to contemplate how to advise Lelouch regarding the reform of firearms-equipped troops upon their return.

A rocket launcher was out of the question, and he wanted the T-virus even less. The reality-space was his ultimate foundation; he would rather forfeit the rewards than touch such items.

The fierce ghost felt a chill in its heart, but its momentum remained undiminished as it continued to charge toward Tian Ming and the dog demon, with Tian Ming clearly marked as its primary target.

Hearing this, Liu Qianqu nodded. After a brief silence, his expression returned to an unfathomable, tranquil calm; no one could tell what he was thinking.

Jiang Yun nodded, feeling a slight obstruction in his train of thought. He reminisced and concluded that Tai Yingqi’s statement should be correct, yet it remained profoundly bizarre.

By a stretch of farmland beside the dirt road, Jiang Yun halted, gazing at the two emaciated figures toiling away at sowing seeds in the fields.

Vampires naturally fell under the targets slated for eradication by the religious orders. If this dragged on for too long and the anomaly here was discovered and reported, the church would likely dispatch executioners to hunt them down.

Qiao Lingzhu trembled slightly, taking a tentative step back while tilting her head. Her gaze carried both love and hatred as she looked at Cangming, offered a faint smile, and gently shook her head.

Hearing the responsive bell tolls echoing from within the village, the old village chief reined in his emotions. It appeared the villagers had already steeled themselves for a life-or-death battle.

Aside from the technology provided by Huaxia, the cruising speeds of all other airships in the skies remained exceedingly sluggish. This was precisely one of the reasons why no large-scale capital ships participated in aerial warfare among nations outside the alliance.

What drove people to madness was that even this faint aroma of meat unexpectedly contained a surging, potent concentration of spiritual energy, falling scarcely short of the spiritual Qi contained within the meat of the Guan-Guan bird.

Another two bursts of electromagnetic cannonballs hurtled through the air at this moment, slicing the heavily armored land cruiser cleanly in half. With a deafening roar, it detonated into a massive mushroom cloud. The colossal explosion directly engulfed the surrounding troops, leaving no one unscathed.

Chen Hu had no choice but to loosen his grip, following up with a heavy punch straight into the scarred man’s abdomen. This single blow not only sent the scarred man flying backward, but also caused him to vomit a mouthful of blood while still suspended mid-air. Chen Hu’s punch alone would guarantee him several months of bed rest.

A humanoid creature paddling a dugout canoe accidentally drifted into the leviathan's interior, where it was promptly discovered by the scarabs.

Chen Xinjin only then snapped back to his senses, hurriedly turning his back to face the Scripture of No-Form in order to shield his burning face.

Especially after the Stitched Giant—whom Liu Yibin had suppressed at the rear of the skeleton army—joined the battlefield, the situation instantly took a bizarre turn.

William loosed another volley of tempest arrows—a consecutive string of six tempest arrows churning with howling gales and vengeful spirits. The phantom forms of fierce ghosts clawed and thrashed through the air as yet another batch of vanguard guards was cut down.

Chen Xinjin guided Rou Lan’s figure to an abrupt halt amidst absolute silence. The air seemed to congeal, leaving around them only the sound of Rou Lan’s ragged breathing and the muffled curses of the three individuals pinned to the ground.

Gazing at the musical score, she regulated her emotions until she felt adequately prepared, then flashed an OK gesture and commenced recording the vocals.

Was he the type to shy away from trouble? Absolutely not. In Munakata Reishi’s eyes, his silence was a tacit endorsement of his own deductions. Regardless of the underlying reasons, since he had already ascended as a King, he stood as an equal, and whatever actions he took deserved to be met with respect.

"Heh heh..." Chang'e, however, offered a strange, enigmatic smile as she looked toward Hong Tian, a playful, teasing glint flashing within her beautiful eyes.

In truth, Ma Chao had already received intelligence the moment Cao Cao marched out of the city. Although he held Cao Cao in disdain, he never anticipated that Cao Cao would deploy nearly fifteen thousand troops in battle formation outside the city walls. Scout reports indicated that the Cao army's ranks were flying white mourning banners—a posture of fighting to the death that chilled the soul.

Along the way, upon inquiring with hotel personnel, he learned that Qiao Xuan had run off goodness knows where with Zhao Yingbao.

In a fraction of a second, the two figures cut through a vast distance beneath the water, arriving directly beside the Scarlet Spirit Flame.

Just as Qi Bao turned around, Qin Moyu caught sight of her strange demeanor, her complexion instantly flushing crimson as she bit down gently on her lower lip.

"It's him again! Just how many secrets does he possess?" Zi Yue gazed at Hong Tian’s receding back, a deep, lingering sense of bewilderment flickering in her eyes.

Yet if given another chance, he might hesitate once more. Perhaps he would rather bear the inner burden of disloyalty than fail to guard Jizhou and protect hundreds of thousands of commoners from the ravages of the Black Mountain bandits.

Furthermore... no matter how grave an offense Jiang Jin might commit, Yanbei was determined to protect him. Even disregarding the years Jiang Jin had spent risking life and limb to defend his honor, just seeing this stubborn rogue from Jizhou smiling ingratiatingly as he pulled him aside and produced from his robe that stone engraved with the characters 'Having Received the Mandate of Heaven, May They Reign Forever and Ever' was reason enough.