Chapter 64

Mu Chun, behind Mu Hong, resembled his brother seven or eight parts alike—face like a silver basin, body like jade, round head, narrow eyes, single brow, imposing and chillingly fierce.

I expected ambushes on the road, but the journey passed smoothly; even those bloodthirsty, savage beasts kept far away.

Facing the cannonballs fired from the artillery, their immense force carved bloody channels straight through the Tartar ranks.

Mo Fei had not forgotten Emperor Ying Tian's Spatial Cage technique—once locked onto a target, even across the ends of the earth, Emperor Ying Tian could appear instantly.

Watching the three depart, Qin Chuan continued collecting and refining poison; by dawn, the poison mist throughout the entire gorge had thinned considerably, and he had crafted over a thousand poison pills—enough for the Ten Thousand Poisons Corpse King to advance one level.

"For Your Majesty, for the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion, and for myself—this is what Xian'er should do," Shui Xian whispered.

Amidst the stunned gazes of the crowd, Yang Wei activated his Harley and left the scene, then canceled this damn task in his mind.

After repeated research and refinement, it took two months to successfully establish the teleportation barrier.

Even the Right Protector of the Fire God Sect, the legendary hero once famed throughout the land—the Lion King who betrayed the empire—his bounty had been suppressed by this Red Eagle King.

"Can you really hold it?" Qian Qianyi asked skeptically. He now deeply regretted donating ten thousand taels of silver in a moment of passion. If the money was spent and Nanjing still fell, when Li Zicheng stormed in, he and Liu Rushi would surely meet their doom.

"Xue Zicong, though your Blood Demon True Body is impressive, you're still only a single head—your aura is decent, but I wonder how strong your actual power is!" Bai Yi, though surprised, sensed the Blood Demon True Body's aura; his eyes gleamed with battle-lust, his voice tinged with excitement.

All of this stemmed from Luo Tian's method—the only one capable of tracing the source.

Zhen Ruo's figure appeared on the "glass": "First, dismantle the main unit and find a slot—just insert the transparent screen into it." Yang Jian couldn't fathom how such a transparent thing could project only images, but it wasn't his concern—he must focus on infiltrating this network.

"Murong Feng, should we let Yan'er drink this potion?" Zhong Mushan was at a loss.

The soldiers preparing to bury the corpse trembled in fear—the corpse inside the coffin suddenly sat up; several soldiers shouted "Run!" and fled without a trace.

In the center of the square stood a colossal stone statue, lifelike—its robes, carved from some unknown stone, appeared to ripple as if stirred by wind; the figure's eyes were sharp with swordlike brows, smiling serenely, overlooking the world with transcendent majesty.

"I…?" Zhang Fan was speechless—he'd only overheard fragments near the Golden Core realm before rushing over the moment he found Meng.

The Trial Ground was pitch black—no light existed except at the entrance. Yang Jian didn't know what to do: should he keep walking forward? Walking through absolute darkness felt like strolling through hell, chilling the soul.

Wu Anping ordered An Bing to drive straight toward Nanshan Gen, then turn east to encircle Dong Shili Pu; he also ordered Xu Laodao's Eighth Division to circle around Xi'an City toward Niandai Baiyang, piercing through the Zhen Song Army's defensive line.

"By then, the Japanese had already fled," Ye Lei reminded Tang Feng, who planned revenge years later.

Saga was frustrated! He could have gathered his Gold Saints' power and executed Wuyou and the others under charges of rebellion—but before he could speak, Aiolia pulled this stunt, leaving him no grounds to object.

Now, the two had lost their former noble aspirations. All they could think of was reclaiming the Heavenly God Pearl. Though failing to obtain the Sky-Seeing Eye would bring severe punishment, at least they could endure it.

"Left?" Fang Hong froze. The Duke of Wei never mentioned this—why did they leave? Where did they go?

After successfully reaching a verbal agreement with Xie Jun, Chai Yan returned to the hotel to report the outcome to Yan Lijuan, who had deliberately avoided her, then accompanied Yan Lijuan to visit Vice General Wang of the hotel, who was at work.

Ai Ge froze—he never expected his mother to harbor murderous intent. In the past, those who offended her merely suffered traffic accidents leaving them crippled.

The third realm of the Daoist path is the Dantian Realm—within this realm, the Dantian is formed from vast quantities of spiritual energy, allowing Dantian cultivators to wield immensely powerful spells using their internal spiritual energy.

The cost and responsibility are heavy, however—for You Lan, who values boundless freedom, this bond is the greatest wound.

Yun Nai Chang nodded: "This is a Spirit Armor!" Aside from Shi Hua, he was the only Level Six Mechanic present, so he introduced it to the group.

Actually, Zhang Dean didn't need to intervene—Su Tiantian's scores were high enough that even if she failed the exam, she'd still surpass the provincial first-tier university cutoff.

"I've merely sealed my desires—if not, I'd keep you bound to the bed at all times," Junzi Xiu growled.

If you want Qin Bairong to believe this, it's easier to make him believe the sky will collapse tomorrow.

Lu Yi's heart stirred slightly—this news, if spread, would certainly reflect poorly on the Li family's hospitality and suggest the heir was rash.

The thank-you speech was short and simple, not as tearful as imagined; Su Yue appeared composed and graceful, yet the sincerity in her eyes was unmistakable. Her acting in the drama was also superb—this award was truly deserved.

In yesterday's battle, the Black God of War still granted him some space—he never intended to assassinate him. In truth, Huo Yun knew he was no match for the Black God of War.

Staff members were still diligently checking equipment and the stage; Liu Zhou had begun bustling about, and Su Yue didn't disturb him—she watched quietly, pointing out any details she felt were inappropriate.

"The palace's old nurse…" Bai Lan studied the two again, finally fixing on their clothing—they were made of brocade and silk, their embroidered shoes adorned with jade and gold flakes.

"Has our purification tech made new progress?" Li Ke asked, surprised—before coming to Azeroth, factory-induced energy pollution had always been one of his major problems, one that yielded minimal returns despite massive investment of manpower and resources.