Chapter 60

I am not afraid, because I have you. I refuse to hide behind your back. I wish to stand by your side and face the enemy together. Have you forgotten? We once vowed to live as one and die as one... Holding his hand, Qiedie spoke.

Just as the Grand Preceptor transformed into a demon, the dragon blood within Tang Chong surged violently. In an instant, he understood that such utter revulsion was precisely because of this creature.

Hearing their lord speak thus, the retainers successively offered their counsel. "My lord, our clan has suffered heavy casualties. In my view, the Xinjin Mansion is impregnable; we would do better to withdraw our forces. That way, we can at least preserve our strength." This came from a retainer completely terrified by the horrors of the daytime.

"Hah," someone let out a blunt, cold sneer, cutting short Madam Ryoji's elegant excuses.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Tang Chong, guessing without a doubt that he was the person they had never seen before.

"Then who is going to clean up this mess?" With Li Zicheng's fate hanging in the balance and no definitive truth brought to light, Sun Chuanting felt reluctant to leave Shaanxi.

Zhang Zhetiant had blocked four penalty kicks across four matches, each save worth a fortune. Although he conceded two goals, he contributed one goal of his own, and in all four matches he played, he was named Man of the Match.

Ever since he was threatened by Yifan, he had lost his family-heirloom sword and nearly drowned in the old master's spittle upon returning home. Fortunately, he was the sole heir of the family line, otherwise there was no guarantee a righteous parricide would not have been staged.

Hearing this, Qingshuang also felt it was difficult to tell right from wrong. If the Emperor had fully recovered, there would naturally be no need to risk leaving the palace and implicating Zeng Shaocong. Yet if the news of the Emperor's recovery was, as Zeng Shaocong claimed, merely a rumor deliberately leaked by the Empress, then remaining behind would be tantamount to walking into a death trap. Her thoughts spun in a whirlwind, leaving her unable to decide whether to stay or go.

Daoist Qu'e's absolute and infallible predictions left Luo Zhen walking with unsteady steps as she exited the temple gates. Stroking the soft, snow-white fox fur cradled in her arms, she could not fathom how a creature of such breathtaking, peerless beauty—a wondrous work of heaven and earth—could simply have perished like this.

This creature seemed to understand my words. After glancing at me once, it flew away, and I thought I would never see it again.

Hadn't she herself harbored such intentions when she first came here to take on the most reviled job of a paparazzi? Fortunately, she had good luck and had finally earned the right to stand up to the editor-in-chief.

Amidst this stalemate, listening to the continuous reports of battle and feeling the worsening situation, he knew he could no longer hold out.

The young soldiers of Changshan pointed their long spears outward, forming a triple spear array like a turtle covered in spikes, leaving the invading ninja army with nowhere to bite.

"Why is it a tiger? It looks so bizarre, isn't it too childish?" Father Qi was somewhat unsatisfied; the thought of wearing such an outfit in public made him deeply uncomfortable.

Although Gong Shaoqing had warned her not to reveal her possession of dual-attribute phantom beasts for the time being—lest it draw unnecessary trouble upon her—Ye Zihan had her own plans.

No. Having come to the Huo family, she could not let their oppressive atmosphere crush her. What she needed to do was rise up and change this suffocating living environment.

He remembered that in the plot, Big D would be killed off before long, and Jimmy would undoubtedly cut the grass by the roots, sparing none of his rival's close confidants.

Once he advanced to the Divine Emperor realm, within the system space, early-stage Saint-level powerhouses would certainly be unable to do anything to him.

In truth, Chen Yao had no obligation to tell him that he had eliminated those two men, yet he chose to do so anyway, which indirectly served as an expression of loyalty.

In the short span of time, the two of them had already exchanged blows for several rounds. Just as the fight was growing heated, an entirely unexpected voice rang out.

That was a newly acquired property under Madam Liu's name. It had almost no patients, yet the security was exceptionally tight, and securing a meeting with Madam Liu was exceedingly difficult. He had to resort to other means until, one late afternoon, he finally caught sight of Madam Liu sitting on the balcony bathing in the setting sun.

This light artillery piece was a central Falanji. Although weighing several hundred catties, its range was miserably short. Using it atop city walls to bombard attackers below still retained some power, and a coordinated volley in formation did possess a certain imposing momentum.

The evening breeze brushed past outside the window, casting swaying light and shadow. The breeze swept away the sultry heat, only to leave behind an even more unbearable longing.

Sun Jingnan and the others had not expected this either. Having watched from the sidelines for a long time, while they had long since been aware of Qin Tian's formidable strength, they never imagined this fellow could be so terrifyingly powerful. Recovering from a momentary daze, they hurriedly stepped forward to assist Guardian Sen Gui.

"You..." Song Moxin glared at them with indignation, on the verge of rebuking them for their faults, only to be stopped by Song Moyun.

Ever since hearing Cheng Zhijie's words last time, Yuan Shan had tried his best to keep a low profile. Aside from going to the Yuanlai Teahouse for work, he went nowhere else; recently, he had been so busy that he hadn't checked on Chen Changsun's dance hall in a long time.

"Steel Fist!" Unwilling to engage with him any further, Qin Qin immediately unleashed such an attack in the current situation.

She would accept an interview with a media outlet to successfully smear Lian Shaokang once, and Lian Minda would pay her a sum of money.

The Tianqing Grand Hall was situated directly east of the martial arts training grounds, approached by jade stone steps and featuring an open, four-sided exterior. At this moment, the doors of the grand hall stood wide open, and the surrounding area was brilliantly illuminated, appearing majestic and formidable against the backdrop of the night.

Yet by comparison, Meng Fan still had it far easier than Ouyang Yunyi. It was as if Meng Fan was walking on a wide, flat road, whereas Ouyang Yunyi was trudging, step by heavy step, through knee-deep mud.

Immediately afterward, the power of ghost sorcery manifested, forcibly expelling the blood from his body straight through the surface of his skin.

Everyone knew they belonged to the second tier of the academy's Dao-炼 practitioners, and no one raised any objections to the selection of these three.

Yet upon entering the main hall, the actions of these Xiongnu tribesmen only served to further infuriate the Qin military commanders.

Along the way, Gu Feng heard numerous rumors regarding the recent battle. Awakened abilities within the Water Mirror Heaven seemed to possess unique channels of information.

As the three-headed hound spoke, the color of the pupils in its three massive heads began to shift once more. A faint, scarlet hue grew increasingly dense, and a blood-red moon rose within its eyes.

Zhu Ming first aired his views, urging everyone to refrain from hoarding goods for speculation. In business, he maintained, earning an honest and solid living was the approach that benefited everyone best.

Back when he first entered the Gu Poison Sect, he had long been tormented by a single issue—the testing of innate talent. While everyone else possessed their own elemental spiritual roots, why was his mutated?

There were also Xiongnu warriors who, relying on superhuman willpower, endured the intense heat and climbed all the way to the summit.