Chapter Sixty-One: The Calamity That Destroyed the City

Nalan Lan was the first to walk out, and as she passed by Sima Youyue, she shot her a fierce glare. Back in the Ghost Realm, Sima Youyue had promised him that if he could block Wu Lingyu and his group, she would cook for him for two years.

"Eh? Why did you want to meet me?" the black mist asked in confusion, and those shadows laughed along with a sharp, piercing sound.

Throughout the three-day journey, they occasionally saw birds of prey flying overhead, each passing above them, most ignoring their presence.

The monkey was startled, immediately sensing trouble. As he tried to retreat, two vehicles behind followed suit, and he was instantly surrounded.

"You can participate in the fight, but you must obey my command. Without my order, you cannot act on your own. If you can't do this, get out now. This is my bottom line, don't try to bargain with me!" Mo Feng suddenly stopped in his tracks, as if making a monumental decision, gritting his teeth and shouting at Angel.

At that moment, several reporters suddenly surged out from the end of the corridor, snapping photos of Linda and Li Weiting, catching her arm linked with his in an intimate pose.

The students were tired of staying put; after all, they'd been sitting there since dawn, even their lunch break spent hunched over desks with nowhere to go. They were eager to get out for some fresh air.

After Mo Yufei finished his breakfast, several disciples specializing in wedding customs immediately brought out the wedding garments for him to try on one by one.

On the grass as green as jade mist, Shi Yi and Tang Ji walked side by side. "Where are we going now? Wandering like this, I don't want to be a headless fly." Tang Ji was out of breath. This aimless wandering was the thing he hated most, and if not for Jiang Yunyi behind them, Tang Ji would have fled long ago.

Suddenly, a fierce wind arose from nowhere, and a white light began to shimmer around him, like an explosion at halftime. The brilliance scattered, as if sweeping up a category twelve tornado, countless violent currents bursting forth with the white light.

Autumn String Break was indeed a master at dealing with men, listening earnestly to their idle talk, occasionally interjecting with a witty remark or playful comment, stirring the Emperor’s heart with waves of confusion.

Inside the venue, Dantai wore an indifferent look—she would eat as much as was served. Qin Yisheng seemed unfazed as well. The power of light on Shuangyu’s body blocked this force’s probe.

Yang Cheng thrust his spear through a knife-wielding soldier beside him, then gritted his teeth, urging his horse toward the silver meteor. Regaining the light, the darkness before his eyes was instantly dispelled. The courage born from the banishment of despair surged within him.

Reflecting on everything since the appearance of Kunpeng—the collapse of earthly paradises, the tilt of the heavenly order, the emergence of the Ten Regions of the Demon Domain—it all seemed a sign, a sign of destruction. Linking this to the peculiarities of the Sword Gathering, Shi Yi felt an overwhelming sense of dread.

The emperor wanted to kill Zhu Biao—but that was unlikely, for Zhu Yuanzhang had nurtured him for over a decade. If Zhu Biao died, the princes would inevitably fight for the throne, which Zhu Yuanzhang would never want. If not him, who else could wield such power?

"To hell with you," cursed the burly man in black, tossing what he held onto the city wall with astonishing strength. With a thud, the cloth bag burst open, revealing a blood-soaked human head, terrifying the soldiers into stumbling backwards.

Ren Huang nodded, his eyes shining gold and red, yet he could not see through the old man at all. The man carried a hazy aura, blocking every attempt at scrutiny.

"The seventieth floor, and the shadow of the Sword Emperor appears—truly..." muttered Yu Yang, feeling aggrieved. Carrying the Tiancheng Sword, he strode energetically around. After training in the Sword Tower, his cultivation had reached the peak of Life and Death, just a step away from perfection and from attempting the Ancient Transformation.

Wasn’t that remark a direct hit to the inspector’s Achilles’ heel? Yet he had no way to retort, for he had indeed made a mistake. If no one above bore some of the responsibility, he might well be fired.

The Supreme Kai of the Eighth Universe, seeing his surroundings clearly, was startled and hurriedly pulled up his pants, feeling as if he were witnessing a social death scene.

From the content of the initial phase of construction alone, one could see how determined the higher-ups were about the entire project.

A brief search confirmed it: all three lessons from Water Spirit Academy had been uploaded today. The AI avatars were nearly identical to the lecturers in the game, though their tone and expressions were still somewhat unnatural, but it did not hinder review.

In three days, it would be the fifteenth. My uncle said that day would be when his vitality was greatly diminished.

In this mode, the Jade Rabbit’s central control computer would check each scientific payload.

The Zhu family patriarch, enjoying afternoon tea, showed a look of confusion when he heard the city lord had summoned him.

Now everyone had noticed: though bullets struck the demon, not a single one could inflict the slightest harm.

Zhou Jiaoyang and her companions walked to the base entrance; at this hour, few survivors were queued outside.