Chapter 66

Meeting Mu Qingge once more, she hoped to bring her not pressure, but the relaxed warmth of a dear friend.

Inside the octagonal pavilion, a figure dressed in a Tang suit, Li Zongguang, sat by the edge feeding the fish. With his back turned to Ashu, he remained entirely indifferent to the commotion behind him.

Lying prone on the bed, Lin Xiaomo clutched her phone, her bright, distinct black-and-white eyes fixed on Mo Yitian through the screen, filled with frantic and desperate entreaty.

"This is so heartbreaking. Big Shot Yetian has asked for leave and paused updates," the martial artist said, hugging the phone with a mix of regret and depression.

Su Wan steadied her mind, whispering a few words into Su Han's ear with almost all her remaining focus. Su Han's eyes widened as she instinctively grabbed Su Wan's wrist.

He strode toward the Chonghua Palace once more, kicked the heavy doors open, and drew his treasured sword with a ringing flash. A streak of white light sliced through the air, carrying a chilling, razor-sharp aura.

Mo Yitian threatened and intimidated her with absolute seriousness and overbearing dominance, giving Lin Xiaomo a full case of goosebumps.

When Chu Cangyan arrived at the kitchen, he caught sight of an elder paying no heed to propriety, casually eating and chatting away at the same time.

The emperor of the present day was long no longer the prince consort of the past; holding absolute authority and ruling in person, he reduced the Su family to mere figures looking up from the dust.

Qi Shan harbored secret resentment. Ning Ya’s face was simply repulsive to look at, and daring to provoke her right to her face meant she was quite literally tired of living.

The expressions of the Sub-giant Sages shifted drastically. Even their forefather was defeated in a single blow; could it be that their Sub-giant clan was truly driven to a dead end?

In his wildest dreams, he would never have imagined that someone could master his signature technique with just a single glance, and even wield it far better than he could himself.

The vast expanse of corn planted in Canada had been successfully harvested and sold off entirely.

Therefore, he was not worried about the box office at all. What concerned him were the awards, which mattered far more to him than mere ticket sales.

This faint energy fluctuation, identical to the traces left by a domain, proved that a peculiar battle had likely taken place here as well.

No one could have foreseen that the situation would evolve to this extent. The Divine Prince Qilin was driven to desperation, even forcing out his divine emperor bloodline. Although it might hold off Gufeng, it would have profound repercussions for his future cultivation, potentially stripping him of his divine prince status and reducing him to the level of a mere divine king or scion.

The four surviving elders of the Li family all wore grim expressions, yet they had to admit they were no match for Gufeng. This young man was supremely powerful, far exceeding the boundaries of ordinary mortals. To suppress and kill him, the seed figures of their clan would have to step forward. If he were allowed to continue growing, none could rival him unless a true deity descended.

Su Xin stood his ground, lingering for a moment before calmly stating, "There is no rush. Right now, several major factions are jointly attacking our Northwest Territory, an event with massive repercussions. Even if I say nothing at this moment, the outside world will inevitably spread rumors that I have allied with the demon race."

Because Liu Ruyan, a grandmaster of national martial arts in the Dan-energy realm, was present, no one knew better than her that such a strenuous method of cultivation would severely damage the body.

Right now, Moran’s chest looked as though it had been pierced right through, leaving a horrifying, bloody cavity two fingers wide with exposed bone fragments.

Seeing the situation here, Wu Zhao felt a sinking sense of foreboding and quickly hurried toward the hard-seat carriage. Knowing full well that those two crates concealed weapons and ammunition, he kept his sleeves pulled down as he walked. With a quiet incantation, he could release an invisible vapor from his cuffs, using sorcery to prevent the Japanese lieutenant from inspecting the munitions.

As someone equipped with a sub-system, Xiaoran was well aware of these details, with the distribution of various resources clearly marked on the system map.

"Daoist brother worries too much; it can hardly be considered help." Shangguan Qiudie still wore a smile that could melt the entire world, looking like an immortal descending to the mortal realm, inspiring neither the courage nor the desire for unseemly thoughts.

Li Liangzuo reached out and gently touched the carriage, which instantly vanished into thin air. Due to the immense passage of time, much of the material here had long since decayed completely, turning to dust at the slightest shift in the environment.

After settling Yeying and her group, Mo Ran returned alone to her own room in the Underworld mansion.

The crimson viral substance began to surge madly into Li Feng’s body. Gritting his teeth, Li Feng endured the agonizing process of absorbing the virus—a torment beyond mortal imagination. It felt as though every single pore of his body was being invaded and chewed on by insects, a dense wave of pricking pain instantly overwhelming his nervous system.

"Your wallet!" the man behind him roared again, exerting more force on the knife in his hand. It seemed this fellow had no intention of leaving Happy any room for negotiation.

Nerfs to Teleport would inevitably trigger changes in summoner spells. It is precisely due to these continuous, rolling adjustments that League of Legends retains such enduring charm.

Yiyang swallowed hard and stepped closer. This was quite possibly the bravest thing he had ever done in his life.

Not only that, but she had lined her locker with waterproof layers, used an umbrella even when going to the restroom, and refused to touch any food or water that had already been opened.

Sheng Lingxi was slightly surprised, but said nothing, quietly resting against his chest. She hadn't felt sleepy just a moment ago, but leaning against his firm chest and breathing in the faint, refreshing scent of shower gel from his skin, drowsiness crept over her, and before long she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

"What's wrong with that! That Jiang Chen might actually be interested in you. As long as you employ a little honey trap, he's bound to take the bait!" Chen Xinxin laughed.