Chapter 64: Dark clouds weigh over the city, threatening to crush it (Part IV)

After another time it took to burn a stick of incense, he felt his entire body growing intensely hot. If this continued any longer, he would sustain injuries.

Su Cheng’s blade flashed repeatedly as a dozen mutant rat-men who lunged before him were decapitated in a single stroke. Their grotesque heads slid from their necks, and their carcasses were completely devoured by the frenzied rat-men.

The Sword-Worshipping Red Pavilion branch was located in Huiyin Mountain near Heluo City, while its headquarters stood in Kuaiji Mountain between the Sea of Myriad Calamities and Central Province. Traveling from Kunpeng Ridge to Kuaiji Mountain made passing by Huiyin Mountain unavoidable. Since Huiyin Mountain was where Lu Hong had started his cultivation journey, naturally he could not pass by without paying a visit.

The servants were thoroughly terrified, especially the tall, thin man who had just stopped his friend. He stammered, initially not daring to speak out of turn, but was suddenly nudged by the friend on his right and directly pointed at Ning Feng’s waist.

Zheng Xin'er instinctively leaned closer to Ye Tian, clearly frightened, yet one thing puzzled her greatly: despite the scorching weather, the space around Ye Tian was exceptionally cool, as if he carried his own air conditioning.

Down below, Jiang Nan and Lan Xin were still locked in combat with their opponents. Whether due to intentionally holding back or not, the two sides had yet to decide a victor.

Originally, ever since Muyi vanished, Yun Mengxuan and the others had frantically searched for a period of time, but the result remained utter silence. As Muyi’s representative in the Vermilion Bird Hall, Yun Mengxuan immediately ordered the hall to transition from the open to the shadows and conceal its strength.

Fighting spirit surged, and his eyes likewise radiated an invincible aura of supremacy, as if challenging the entire world.

Su Cheng did not rush to claim the extra reward; instead, he curiously opened the in-game mailbox to collect the basic rewards for completing the dungeon.

With a loud crash, the tiger formed from inner energy struck viciously against the tree behind Zhuge Ming. The giant tree shattered instantly, yet Zhuge Ming, refusing to resign himself to defeat, charged toward the white-haired elder once more.

"Beautiful princess, I wonder if I might have the honor of dancing with you?" Xiao Chen chuckled gently, extending his right hand like a true gentleman.

"Oh? You know Qingyun? He is my junior martial brother, and his cultivation is only at the second layer of the cultivation realm. All secular mortal affairs in Jiangnan are managed by him!" Daoist Nun Ziyun said.

"You think so too?" It seemed their problem was indeed quite serious. Ling Lie had no desire to play the role of the primary culprit, yet the conflict between An Junnuo and Pi Wellen stemmed directly from him. He felt he ought to do something for Pi Wellen.

"Beat the hell out of him!" Tiger Tooth spat out a mouthful of blood and roared. Instantly, the classroom erupted into chaos with thuds and crashes as over thirty students engaged in a chaotic brawl. No one paid any attention to Li Sixian, the root cause of the conflict.

Xinyu Disco was the most bustling place at night, a scene of dazzling lights, vibrant crowds, dynamic music, and sweet voices, blended with sultry figures and captivating smiles. Together, they formed a sensual and enchanting landscape, brushing against one like a warm spring breeze, intoxicating and overwhelming.

He knew Liu Ling had undergone massive changes this time, but he never expected them to be so drastic. Not only had she transformed into a human, but she had also vaulted straight up to the third stage of the Immortal Transformation realm.

Leng Yu muttered to herself internally, realizing that this was indeed the truth. People always said that one must not fear failure when striving for success, but for a poor family, a single failure meant total and irreversible destruction. How could they possibly not feel fear?

"You three go over there, and the rest follow me to the other side. Do not move around alone. The moment you find anything, shout out immediately, and we will rush right over," the Old Ghost said in a deep voice, leading a few people toward another direction.

"Get out—" Another somewhat hysterical outburst of exasperation echoed through the quiet sleeping quarters, making their eardrums ring with a buzzing sound.

"What should we do?" Li Chun'an racked his brain for a way to break the deadlock, but when he turned his head, he found that Fan Jian's injuries had already healed by seven or eight tenths.

Nero taunted the fire bull with a hint of sarcasm, using a slight exertion of force to push its sword right back.

Indeed, their Priest was precisely such an entity. The peculiar part was that despite centuries passing and generations of the primitive tribe coming and going, the Priest had managed to survive to this day.

Liu Bei also harbored similar concerns at the moment, yet in his past life, he had been considered a benevolent and righteous lord, so he had not really offended many people.

Fan Jian breathed a long sigh of relief inwardly. He admitted he looked a bit wretched, but at least his life was not in danger.

"Very good. With just this final push, we can expect to see whether a breakthrough is possible by the middle of next year." Jiang瑜 raised a finger and pointed toward the space above.

Void knew that his guess was true nine times out of ten. It was worth the mental energy he had spent deducing this possibility—someone was actually conducting such frenzied and inhumane experiments.

He felt as though he had rediscovered the fearless, hot-blooded passion of a fresh graduate serving as a police officer in Beijing.

Danzo Shimazu had clearly reached the end of his rope, yet he was still putting up a cornered beast's desperate struggle. Caught off guard, even Jiang Hao fell victim to his scheme.

Each of the four forbidden lands had its own unique dangers, but if one had to argue for the absolute most perilous, almost everyone would point to the Abyss of Death.

Lady Bian smiled and chimed in, "Zixu is of one flesh and blood with my elder sister, so showing concern for his mother is only natural. Yet even I, an insignificant younger sister, get to share in the warmth." Upon hearing this, Cao Ang lowered his head in embarrassed laughter, secretly cursing his former self for being a blockhead who didn't even know how to offer a few comforting words to his own family.

The breathtaking scene of no one shedding a tear was captured by a high-speed camera, turning into a classic image that fans endlessly relished—heart-rending in its beauty, making anyone who saw it wish to cradle Yin Yi in the palm of their hand.

The vast majority of people were not optimistic about the two of them, after all, they were facing Caron, not some ordinary opponent.

Zhang Chen’s primary target was naturally the Upper East Side, which had already become synonymous with super-wealthy individuals. Almost everyone who owned a grand mansion in the Upper East Side was a genuine elite of American society.

"Quality over quantity?" Cao Ang muttered to himself twice, and then understood. This was telling him that even though he was Cao Mengde’s son, he shouldn't be too flamboyant when recruiting advisors. After all, his old man was the true master of Xuchang, and he himself had better tread carefully.

As a newly established government office, the House of Representatives first needed to recruit people; otherwise, Zhong Nan would become a "commander of a bare branch."

Lin Aofeng’s heart was utterly shaken. No matter what, he had to win over Bai Yu now to add another powerhouse to the Lin family. A twenty-year-old Earth Realm Grandmaster, with proper cultivation, had limitless prospects ahead.

Feeling somewhat rested, Qin Feijian properly secured the last rope against the cliff edge, let it all drop to the ground, and then slipped deeper into the Brightness Peak.

"Yinyin, you weren't burned, were you?" Zhang Yumeng’s eyes widened in alarm as she quickly set down the soup bowl to check Yinyin’s hand.