Chapter 67

When Zhou Ming drove toward the Lubei Building, he spotted from afar a BMW parked at the northwest corner of the cross street by the entrance. Recognizing it as Wei Junming's car, he drove straight over.

The man's words deeply stunned Wang Tian. A younger brother—when on earth had he acquired a younger brother?

Supreme emotion-forgetting: countless cultivators strive and practice precisely to cast off all emotion. Yet, where does the emotion they forsake actually go?

Such self-deceiving and idiotic behavior naturally provoked an urge to sneer and mock in anyone who witnessed it.

With just a brief moment of thought, Angel understood that the Emperor of Florence still had matters to discuss with her.

Harboring doubts, the group decided to dive underground. Yet the moment they descended even slightly, they immediately bounced back up to the surface, stepping directly upon the void and refusing to tread upon the earth beneath their feet.

With his divine gaze sweeping forward, he spotted a stable world. The entire realm was square at the base with a dome-like sky, brimming with a myriad of dazzling colors. With a flicker of his mind, the Dimensions unfolded once more, and the massive silver-white metallic wings beat twice, carrying him directly through those bubble-like worlds.

Ye Chen nodded in satisfaction, keeping a sharp watch ahead. The moment Fu Ming appeared, Ye Chen would instantly obliterate him with thunderous momentum, leaving him no chance to resist whatsoever.

He murmured softly to himself. Having swept his awareness across nearly the entire forest, he still found no trace of any spiritual pearl's aura; even the two spiritual pearls within his own body had grown completely dormant. He believed the demon's words, not only because the being was an ancient deity, but also because of the homogenous power pulsing through their bodies.

Young Master Li was mistaken for that celebrity—a fairly popular singer in Southeast Asia named Can Yu.

Why would they drive trucks from north to south rather than from south to north to seize the Japanese army's armored vehicles?

There is no such thing as a free lunch, nor are there any pies falling from the sky. Every single matter has two sides, accompanied by both good and bad. Therefore, having stated things to this extent, the rest was up to them to ponder.

Fang Lei waited a little longer before approaching the bed, sitting gently on the edge and reaching out to touch her forehead.

Just as he had anticipated, the best-of-five series concluded after only three games, with the Wind and Rain Team and the Deathblow Team finishing with a score of 3:0.

Only in front of Ye Qianqian would Chi Yun speak more than a few words. Previously, he had never been fond of conversation, finding even the act of speaking to be troublesome; yet now, he seemed to have turned into a chatterbox.

In truth, he felt Ye Qianqian was rather wonderful—she harbored no grand pretensions, never deliberately found fault with others, and was very easy to talk to. Although her cultivation realm was somewhat low, his observations over the past few days revealed that her innate talent was defiantly heaven-defying.

Yin Xuetong's delicate brows furrowed deeply. The Fourth Elder's divination arts ranked second only to the Great Elder among all the elders of the Imperial Flourish Hall, so naturally, she believed it.

Further away amidst a cluster of rolling hills, Zhan Canglong fought single-handedly against Long Xingye and Zhan Cangfeng. This combat maniac had eyes and heart for nothing save battle. A Fifth-Level Divine Realm master fighting two Third-Level Saint Realm opponents single-handedly—the Zhan Invincible Body truly lived up to its legendary reputation. The only thing that left Canglong slightly dissatisfied was that he had still failed to summon out his own primordial spirit, that taboo figure, Xingtian.

This situation was known to all, so the moment the challenger's cultivation realm advanced, people immediately began to worry on Yuan Xin's behalf.

Yet what Helian Nuo never expected was that this man, whom he had found himself so eager to befriend, turned out to be a member of the Night Feather organization—a faction with which Helian Nuo was destined to be at constant war.

First and foremost, his feud with Chu Tuhong was the deepest. If Chu Tuhong's early transfer of funds was preparation for his own escape, then the final day's operations served to retaliate against He Yugui, becoming the straw that broke the camel's back.

Mission Objective: A large number of mutated zombies have suddenly appeared in the Red Sun Theater at the city center. Please arrive at the Red Sun Theater within 7 days and survive inside for three days.

"Helian Nuo, although our mission does not have a strict deadline, in my view, it is still best to complete it as early as possible. Traveling at your pace, I am afraid..." With half a strip of dried meat down her stomach, Situ Jing's complexion finally returned to normal. After a moment of hesitation, she spoke up, attempting to urge Helian Nuo to adopt a greater sense of urgency.

Listening to the accounts given by Shui Haofeng's disciples, Ye Xiaoyao hesitated slightly. He had never considered this possibility at all; after all, the bodies of cultivators had long since surpassed the ordinary, and a condition like poor blood circulation was even less likely to occur. If it had happened, one could only conclude that the injuries sustained were overwhelmingly severe.

This appeared to be a very ordinary carriage, but as Lin Dabiao approached it, his demeanor became exceedingly deferential, a stark contrast to his earlier arrogant and domineering posture.

"I have long heard that Senior Brother Luo's art of concealing a dagger behind a smile is an unrivaled wonder of Qingyang. Today, I hope Ziyu can open his eyes and witness it firsthand," Yeang observed Luo Dan's appearance. At first glance, he cut the absolute figure of a gentle and refined scholar, making it nearly impossible to associate the word "sinister" with such a man.

Ye Yu led the black-clad assassins running for several miles in a single breath, stopping only upon reaching a mountain ridge, where he immediately retrieved a dozen Resurrection Pills and distributed them to the group.

The massive blue-and-red illusion in the sky was suddenly struck by a beam of golden light, after which the soaring radiance rapidly began to contract, instantly retreating back into the Culong Mountains and vanishing into silence in the blink of an eye.

He was right. He was entirely right. I knew that everything was just as he described it; for me, this must undoubtedly be the most correct choice.

At his persistent request, Mixini reluctantly surrendered that piece of "Sturdy" upper-body armor. Instead of trading it directly into the hands of the monk who went by the name "I Am Your Father," he angrily hurled the armor straight onto the ground in front of the monk, thereby venting the resentment and dissatisfaction burning in his heart.

Diku Old Demon—he had forcibly seized the Azure Dragon Wood, meaning that the moment an opportunity arose, a battle to the death was inevitable.

These scattered and fleeing defeated soldiers not only threw their own formation into chaos but also spread the rumor that the enemy forces possessed a halberd-wielding, blood-thirsty god of war. Coupled with Xue Bing's periodic displays of the Blood Dragon Halberd's devastating effects, the morale of the defending Cao forces plummeted to rock bottom in an extremely short span of time.

After a brief moment, the stalwart man emerged before the twin-headed silver wolf, carrying a backpack and gripping a pitch-black wooden staff.

Longbow Shooting the Sun also found a target for his sole remaining artillery shell, blasting a defensive watchtower spanning right across the gate into absolute smithereens.