Chapter 61

Therefore, the moment Xia Shike evaded Tong Cheng'er's dual-blade lock, his heart, spirit, and intent merged into one completely, leaving nothing in his gaze save for Tong Cheng'er's throat.

Ever since then, the Yanhuang regime has remained deeply wary of that amalgamated region. To this day, not a single soul dares to venture there for exploration, simply because of how terrifying it is.

Looking down from the lofty command center, neat rows of buildings resembling vegetable plots rose abruptly from the ground. Traditional silver-white rounded spires stood proudly against the backdrop of an endless expanse of crimson, bearing witness to humanity's unyielding spirit.

Qingfeng Pavilion lived up to its name; while the palace was not overwhelmingly grandiose, its layout was spacious and flooded with sunlight, making it exceptionally well-suited for recuperation.

Accompanied by a grinding metallic clatter, the front and rear decks of the two escort vessels, the Pagaziano and the Stana, opened up as three triple-gun turrets elevated. The 150mm main cannons slowly rotated, locking onto the enemies on both flanks.

Regrettably, Lan Lianyun was unaware that she had been discovered by Tian Yu mere moments after tailing him. Almost simultaneously, several of her colleagues were also detected by Elder Li.

Like a phantom, he was guided and drifted into the meeting room, and like a phantom, he was guided and drifted back home.

The only thing Lu Chen could do was to take out his Four Seas Cauldron to absorb the damage. Fortunately, just in case he needed to guard against a sudden counterattack from the gloomy tide toad, he had already put on his Four Seas garments.

Mu Feng nodded. Indeed, if nine people were to join forces, win or lose would only be determined if there was a distinct gap in tiers between them. How could one even speak of victory or defeat, of winning or losing?

Even so, Alexandros managed to alleviate the pressure on Arthas, whereas on the other side, Xue Huan appeared somewhat displeased by the obstruction.

"Humph!" She reached around to the upper right side of my back, and at last, I was able to lie flat and securely on the ground.

However, the Noble Consort knocked the wine goblet over, spilling its contents onto the floor. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." She still harbored the delusional hope that the Emperor would save her. She was truly terrified of death—abysmally terrified—so much so that she would have gladly traded her own son's life for hers if it meant she could survive.

"Charge forward with continuous Brick Break!" Yeyu shouted loudly, eager to test whether Machop's consecutive attacks could genuinely defend against all the momentum built up through Surf training.

Ultimately, nearly the entire territory of Orb fell. Fortunately, following the ceasefire, the Allied forces drastically weakened Orb, allowing it to break free from the Alliance's dominion.

Only by doing this could they thoroughly make them forget the concepts of ethnicity and nation, facilitating the execution of various missions down the road.

Because Zhao Meijuan was unwilling to let Bai Ling leave, our plan seemed destined to fall through. Moreover, it was unsafe for Bai Ling to remain here; now that Yao Qiang could dispatch people right into the hospital to target Bai Ling, there was nothing he wouldn't dare to do.

Time was running too tight, leaving Ding Yang with nothing more than a hastily written letter. She hoped he would receive it and actually open it; if he refused to read it, Zixuan would truly be utterly and completely disappointed.

Advancing slowly while maintaining a tactical stance with his pillar spear, Chu Jun did not relax his vigilance for even a fraction of a second as his right foot silently kicked the door shut.

I glared fiercely at him. This guy was definitely doing it on purpose, undoubtedly thinking that I didn't have enough troubles lately and trying every possible means to make a fool of me.

What I inhaled was the faint, lingering fragrance of Qinghua, and what I felt was a trace of warmth and softness. Gently stroked by Qinghua, I finally and gradually calmed down.

Sensing the looks of awe from the crowd, Grandmaster Yang maintained a calm and indifferent expression, though inwardly he was already reveling in the glory of the moment.

The entire Jintang Guild, along with the spectators gathered outside, were entirely oblivious to the reasons behind the events. Lost in their own thoughts, they had no choice but to temporarily set the matter aside and let the auction proceed.

Hearing Su Qinxiu's words, Tang Hongdou's eyes lit up. As it happened, she didn't know anyone from the Law School, and having Su Qinxiu's assistance couldn't have been more fortuitous.

Su Jiyue had originally intended to offer him an apology, but upon seeing the wind stir the hem of his robe, she was suddenly struck with an inspiration and conceived a plan.

Mother Guan didn't utter a single superfluous word and went straight into the inner room. Over all these years, she had encountered plenty of gossipy and snobbish people, but such a bizarre specimen was a first. Could it be that she was getting old and her combat prowess had deteriorated?

"I don't have any airs to put on, but since Brother Lin has just returned from outside today, if we didn't make a grand display of it, wouldn't people look down on us?" Liu Shuaishu said with a chuckle.

Had it not been for Yuntian Yu wearing the Golden Scale Heavenly Armor and his body continually undergoing the tempering of true thunder, he would have been pulverized long ago when struck by such a terrifying and destructive force.

He had previously guessed that Nan Jingzhao would inevitably retain a trump card, but under conditions of asymmetric information and having to ask for favors, even knowing that Nan Jingzhao held a hidden hand, he could only wait—wait for the card to be revealed before negotiating.

Without a doubt, if Mokes didn't resume this trade, how could Qin Yang help him complete his mission of a "comeback"? What's that? He could start in other areas?

In order to make Chen Yezhi stay, Liu Yong was currently pulling out all the stops, devising every conceivable method and excuse to block Chen Yezhi's path toward the bedroom.

However, Divine Doctor Jia never practiced medicine in one fixed place and loved to wander the countryside. Whether they could find him depended entirely on the luck of Su Yiyao and her companions.

Zuo Jun quickly withdrew his hand and turned his head to see that his martial uncle had emerged from seclusion. He flashed instantly to the side of Wei Dingtian. "Martial Uncle, you've completed your seclusion. I heard the Myriad Thoughts Stone opens in three days?" Zuo Jun said affectionately.

"My lord, this cup of wine is offered to you by Lingyue. Please partake, my lord." As Lingyue spoke, she extended the wine goblet forward. The bulbous-nosed lord immediately broke into a smile, and while grinning, he gripped the cup in Lingyue's hand. Downing it in a single gulp, he narrowed his eyes as he gazed at her.

Xiao Yu of the Taizhen Sect wore the exclusive yellow battle robe of his sect. With fair skin, a pair of sword-like brows, and eyes bright as stars, he was remarkably handsome. The two figures appearing in the arena were clearly young talents, and the entrance of Xiao Yu from the Taizhen Sect caused quite a sensation.

Just at that moment, the guzheng melody came to its conclusion, and the veiled maiden on stage gave a slight signal before hurriedly departing.

Now it was Liu Yong's turn to be dumbfounded, Liu Meng was struck motionless, and Li Zhihui and the others were utterly terrified.