Chapter 67: He Lingyi Handles Mistress Zhao

How could Han Feng let slip such a heaven-sent opportunity? To wait for this exact moment, not a single inch of his body had remained unscathed. His skin was torn and bleeding, and his entire face was swollen like a pig's head. Yet, entirely devoid of fear, he threw his right punch fiercely forward.

"Master, actually, Qiqi mentioned a wizard once before. She said, 'Why is it Elder Sister? It's that wizard, that wizard from Shu.'" Seeing that her master showed no reaction, Lu Jia added another sentence.

In less than a minute, the zombies returned to their original state. Instead, their joints seemed to have been loosened, and their movements were no longer as stiff as before. Once again, they attacked Su Xuanoke.

Jiang Cang pondered, organizing and summarizing his thoughts. His celestial body had finished condensing last night, and his aura had now stabilized.

"Go play somewhere else, stop making a mess here!" Yang Fan's mother got irritated just looking at Yang Fang.

Treating a dead horse as a live one—that precisely described Gu Nai at this moment. Although the person before her was still breathing, in her eyes, she was already a corpse.

This fellow was attached to the mortal world, so he now served as the head of the Auerbach family's mortal branch.

For several days in a row, Qin Xiao hid outside the bamboo fence, secretly watching Ma Qiancheng practice his spear techniques. When she returned to the manor, she would recall every single move and practice it herself.

I reached out my hand and grabbed the talisman flying toward me. The talisman ignited instantly, and flames spread all over my body.

Because the moment it was determined that I was chosen, it also foretold that the fairy godmother who had defied the heavens to alter my fate was not far from having her soul scattered and destroyed.

Such matters were merely legends of the Shaman Gate, and I did not know whether they were true or false. But regardless of their veracity, I had learned one crucial piece of information: if I wanted to resolve this tribulation facing the Yan family, I had to make a trip to the Wutong Temple at Mount Bailao.

Although that flood dragon posed no immediate threat to Yuwei and the others, once the divine sword suppressing it was pulled out, everything would become unpredictable. Who could expect a malicious flood dragon to know gratitude?

Sensing this aura, everyone present—except for Mo Qiongyan and Feng Wu, who knew nothing of the matter—underwent a drastic change in expression.

The Master of the Netherworld remained as light-hearted and scholarly as ever, though compared to his aura of boundless depths before the great battle of years past, he was much weaker now. At least the intense sense of crisis that used to arise the moment one laid eyes on him was no longer so overwhelming.

Although premarital pregnancy was not quite ideal, but... he didn't even have a daughter-in-law yet, and he already had a grandson? He was going to be a grandfather?

"Throughout Fengdu Mountain, apart from my subordinate brothers, there are only some skeleton soldiers available under my command. The purpose of holding this competition is to increase the manpower of Fengdu Mountain for any unforeseen needs," said Gongye Beichan.

Ye Qinglan pressed her lips together. The disparity in time and space had made her miss so much, and had also made Ah Jiu wait for her for so many years.

Mo Qiongyan's tears instantly stopped. She slowly lowered Lord Mo's body, and holding the Nine Heavens Sword, her icy gaze fell upon Mo Shaohua, who was already scared out of his wits not far away.

The affair of the water monkey passed just like that. I recorded it in my grandfather's "Dragon-Seeking Chronicle" because I found it peculiar, so I wrote it down.

Moshe and Gao Zhan frowned. These two humans were much more troublesome than they had imagined. Which ordinary humans, even Eleventh-Tier powerhouses, wouldn't be trembling with fear upon seeing them in their transformed beast forms?

"Fine, call me whatever you like, but you aren't allowed to call me master in front of people, making it sound like I'm seventy or eighty years old. I haven't even married yet!" Ye Wudao had no way to deal with her and could only compromise.

"Rumble," a series of consecutive explosions sounded. The enemy tanks instantly turned into a mass of burning, fiery balls. The enemy tank crewmen inside didn't even have time to crawl out; they were presumably blown to smithereens long ago.

To his pleasant surprise, the water into which Ye Wudao had placed the warding talisman produced blue-green algae-like electric arcs. These electric arcs were attacking the cancer cells, and quite a number of them were destroyed by the electricity released by the talisman water.

"Ahem, well... I mean, I'm taking her to play a fun game. She said she has an exam tomorrow and reviewing is too stressful, so I wanted to help her relax body and mind." Jiang Kairan improvised under pressure, taking a deep breath to tell himself to stay calm and deal with Luo Tao's question with composure.

The greater a person's tolerance, the more terrifying they were when enraged, especially someone who possessed the full capability to retaliate.

"No, you just focus on recovering from your injuries. Are you hungry? I'll go get you something to eat." Zhang Ling did not continue.

Duyuan said, "Senior Situ is..." With that, Duyuan and Shen Yuerou headed together toward Situ Feng's Heavenly Mystery Palace.

Look at this—the comment section was in an uproar with no consensus reached, yet Chen Hao, the person directly involved, had already tracked down the Taekwondo Alliance headquarters?

He didn't dare not save his son, yet he was unwilling to truly use Fang Zhicong's life as a gamble. Though filled with reluctance in his heart, he also understood that this endless mode of suppression had lasted far too long. Even if things continued this way indefinitely, there would eventually come a day when he still couldn't save his son.

"Yuhan, it's only nine o'clock, and even the streetlights in your town are turned off—it's pitch black all around," Jiang Kairan said, looking at the surroundings. If he hadn't known this was Xianguan Street, he would have really thought he had wandered off into the countryside.

A sharp, cold glint flashed through Sickle Li's eyes. He took a deep breath and finally pulled out the phone of the Dark Butcher.

After a day, the main force of the Yellow Turban army retreated toward Laixi City, and the siege of Laiyang was completely lifted.

As the battle progressed, Ichigo felt his mental will being increasingly controlled by Mo Yuqi.

With a sound of metallic clashing, Zhang Feng fixed his gaze on it, and his tightly clenched fists slowly relaxed.

After the explosion, it seemed only one shot had hit the aircraft! It appeared to strike the cockpit directly, and amidst the roaring flames, the aircraft looked as if the head of some "monster" had been lopped off.

Lin Qingxuan possessed the Bead of Good Fortune and never took pills when cultivating, so he happened to be able to save them up.

Xia Feng believed that Li Dian was a piece of material worth molding, and also to resolve the immediate crisis, he had the mind to agree to the matter. He cast his gaze toward Li Biao.

He immediately recounted in detail how he was captured by Ao Hai to Huolong Island to accompany his son in cultivation, and how he killed that half-demon! Naturally, many details unsuitable for outsiders' ears were omitted.

Reaching this point, he abruptly stopped. Originally, he had wanted to say, "otherwise you might get beaten to death as a ghost," but thankfully he checked himself in time and did not blurt it out.