Chapter 68: Slashing Generals, Seizing Banners

The next moment, she picked up Yu Ningdie’s phone and immediately saw the message Hu Li had just sent.

“Perfect, my hands are just warmed up—this is the perfect time to kill!” Qin Chuan rubbed his hands, ready to kill.

When Qin Chuan once again fought the Phoenix Wing Gold Mallet barehanded, the weapon suddenly glowed, its temperature so high it could burn the world and pierce through the nine heavens.

“It escaped?! It escaped?!” Someone suddenly fell into panic—how could anyone feel safe with such a thing in the world?

“Anything is possible. I’m going to take a gamble, risk it all—maybe,” Xiao Mei Yan suddenly said.

As Zheng Zhong spoke in detail, Yue Wanchen’s beautiful eyes slowly widened, flashing with sharp brilliance.

She seemed to have dreamed again of her days in the Heavenly Realm with her Master; though she fiercely suppressed her longing for him here, this sudden dream betrayed her deepest thoughts.

Yu Yinyin chuckled and said, “Didn’t expect you could get hungry too.” Her left hand reached behind her, holding a basket; her right hand reached behind, holding a jug of wine.

Yan Yu felt as if she’d found a protector and, without hesitation, used her lightness technique to follow Ashui, her heart overflowing with sweetness.

Had it not been for Qin Chuan’s Battle Realm contracting and expanding at the final moment, unleashing divine might to block the infinite power in that gaze, whether he could have survived at all would have been uncertain.

“You’re going to Baiye Temple? I’m going with you!” Shi Ruge’s tone was forceful, leaving no room for Jin Ge’s refusal.

If that's the case, I really can't outsmart Da Long! Anderson knew it well—though the media rarely compared him to Wang Da Long, fans always did behind the scenes.

Because they were wearing safety ropes, they moved more boldly; though they slipped a few times, they stabilized themselves without needing the ropes.

This was Guo Fei’s first time absorbing Purple Qi; his body felt like a furnace, unbearably hot, skin glowing red, pores tightly shut. The Supreme Yang Purple Qi moved within him like refining a Golden Core, forcing out impurities from within outward, starting from the bone marrow—including the impure Qi absorbed during Qi intake.

“How about this: next time, invite your classmates over to our home.” Lu Xi’s strength remained unclear to Naruto and Sasuke; they only knew that even after regaining all their past-life abilities, they still couldn’t match their cheap father.

The Blood Clan broke their word again, joining the Church to directly invade Penglai, leaving the three Avian Great Sages of the Demon Clan in a desperate position—they’d been thoroughly betrayed by the Blood Clan.

After speaking, Guo Dong left behind a secret manual of the Northern Darkness Divine Art, paid no further attention to Yang Guo’s final choice, and stood up, pulling Lin Chaoying—who frowned tightly—away.

“Correct. According to our analysis, that energy, though different from the Church’s divine light, inflicts massive damage on dark entities. It’s likely an ancient Chinese secret technique—after all, even at the height of its glory, the Church never managed to enter China.”

Just as Death tried to resist, she realized that due to Lucifer’s recent violent outburst, the darkness in this cosmic space had been suppressed to its lowest point—she, Death, could no longer draw on such minimal power to resist the birth of the new world.

Qi Jue Yuer’s beloved was named Liu Junhua, a scholar. Qi Jue Ming sought him out to persuade him to become a son-in-law of the Qi Jue family, but Liu Junhua was an exceptionally proud man who refused to join the Qi Jue family—yet he eventually agreed that if they had two children, one would bear the Qi Jue surname.

The newcomer was Bic, sent by Qi Jue Sha to investigate the Jue Duke’s Mansion; upon returning, he saw someone threatening Qi Jue Sha and immediately apologized.

Originally, their mission was merely to secretly observe changes in the Demon Realm, avoiding any disturbance to Demon City—but now, the situation clearly alerted the Demon Realm’s lord, Demon City. A great battle was inevitable.

After speaking, Ni Chang stepped back reluctantly from his embrace, her heart rejecting Xia Feng’s growing closeness, fearing he would pour too much emotion into her.

The spatial passage, like the portal from the Demon Realm to the Ghost Path, has a hidden gate—invisible to the naked eye, detectable only by spiritual sense.

But Ling Yunxiao achieved it: the black sword skimmed past Qixue’s face; Qixue clearly felt a sharp aura brush his cheek, and sudden blood trails appeared on his face.

“Do I need to explain the principle that when the lips are gone, the teeth feel the cold? Under current circumstances, sending troops to assist the other three continents sends them a message,” Yang Chen said.

Arriving at this familiar place, Ling Yunxiao walked straight to the counter on the first floor, where a figure in a white robe stood, aged and still.

The principle “one inch longer, one inch stronger; one inch shorter, one inch riskier” was well known to Zhan Shentong—he would never let Ye Qiu close in. His spear swept like autumn wind clearing fallen leaves, sweeping toward Ye Qiu.

Bored, Shen Yun pulled out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket, lit one, and waited leisurely for Teacher Allen.

Killing the Bamboo Demon Clan’s chieftain, that loquacious class enemy, Qin Yan wouldn’t even frown.

The man who had been shouting was now drenched in sweat; all he wanted now was to kneel and beg for mercy, but he lacked even a shred of strength—his will had shattered, and he could no longer control himself.

“Lady Li should take good care of her health; once she’s strong enough, we’ll have a child.” On the surface, Feng Qianxun still agreed happily, but her vigilance toward Lady Li grew ever stronger.

Today, the Situ Mansion was bustling with activity; to celebrate Feng Qian’s rebirth, the Situ family held a grand banquet, and every major clan came to offer congratulations.

With spatial freezing combined with ice technique, Feng Qian believed controlling the three Black Baldies for two breaths would be enough—the rest depended on Luo Ting.

“The Yan Yun Sect attacked the Xia family’s branch, killed its chieftain, and kidnapped the branch’s senior elder—and yet you ignore it, instead courting the Yan Yun Sect, letting them suppress the branch. Is this… really good for the family?” Xia Xun said coldly, his voice carrying a chilling edge.