Chapter 69: Breaking Through the Vajra Body

Her fourth junior brother was always lazy by nature, disliking restraints and preferring to live freely—who knew where he had wandered off to this time to enjoy himself? Ding Li withdrew her blood-soaked right hand from the hollow chest of another Sage, casually flicking the blood to the ground. The other male clones, who had witnessed the guard’s death, were now cowering like startled rats, too frightened to move.

“Yes! I will never forget your immense kindness—I will remember it for the rest of my life!” Liu Nianfeng declared solemnly.

“These blacksmiths in the county must be fools—clinging to their miserable workshops and refusing such generous terms. They just won’t leave. It’s as if they’ve seen a ghost,” Han Gang muttered, his expression full of bewilderment.

While the two were still exchanging jokes, Tao Zongwang arrived to report on the progress of the academy being built on the mountain.

Fang Yi gazed thoughtfully after the departing figure, lost in contemplation until Mike arrived with wine. Only then did he collect himself and begin to drink, one cup after another.

“Wait! I’ll tell you everything…” Faced with Alice’s pressure, York John spilled everything that had happened in recent days, rattling it off like beans from a bamboo tube. Of course, he still framed it all from the perspective of the Demon King’s envoy and the hero.

The problem lay in the indiscriminate attack of the Gate of the Void—a power that was inherent to itself, fundamentally different in nature.

The Grand Elder of the Supreme Council sat cross-legged on the ground, his entire body shriveled and gaunt, skin clinging tightly to bone, eye sockets sunken deep. If not for the divine light still shining in his aged eyes, one might have mistaken him for a dried corpse.

Leaving aside Li Shimin’s sighs over the painting, in Luoyang as well, many households passed a sleepless night, each lost in their own thoughts.

At the command, the arquebusiers who had retreated within the formation aimed their guns forward in unison—yet the muzzles pointed at the backs of their own brothers in the Special Forces, Spear Regiment, and other units.

Bang! A door slammed shut, splitting the once-unified world into two: one part belonging to the self, the other to society. This was the essence of home. The landlady reminded her once again from outside the door to remember to lock up from the inside before leaving—after all, she’d collected a full year’s rent from Jing Xiang in advance! How could she not be enthusiastic?

Tang Qi, holding Lin Qian’er in his arms, leaped straight from the fifth floor. His body twisted midair, and they landed over a hundred meters from the building.

In the world of football today, it’s not top strikers who are scarce, but rather the truly elite center-backs—the anchors every head coach dreams of for their defensive line.

As soon as they entered Wenhe Valley, a wave of humid heat washed over them, instantly dispelling the chill from their bodies.

Tang Ruoxi let out a muffled grunt, then lifted her foot and aimed a kick at Chen Yong’s most vulnerable spot. This move of hers had proven effective countless times—many a man had fallen to her sudden, unexpected strike.

The Vanguard Army’s advance into the heart of Henan was like a match dropped into a barrel of gunpowder—one explosive moment, and the force of a million soldiers was unleashed.

When it came to the direction of the American economy, this time-traveling father’s vision surpassed even hers. As she set foot in the Empire State Building’s office, she finally caught a glimpse of Yang Hongsen’s “Manhattan Project.”

“This…” Yu Xiaotian knew the reasoning made sense, but found it hard to accept leaving the Divine Realm so abruptly.

The strength of example is boundless. The first to cut off his finger may have hesitated, but once others saw someone make two taels of silver while they had nothing, they naturally pressed forward with greater fervor.

After about a quarter of an hour, the two each led several formation masters to begin repairing the teleportation array.

Suiyue sat cross-legged in the northern center of the disc, quietly awaiting the moment when the teleportation array would be ready.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Many soldiers of the Yinglong Army fired at the oncoming rebels, killing and wounding dozens, but still, over a hundred fanatical fighters broke into the ranks of the Yinglong Army.

“Young Lord, I’ve found out!” The Korean man rushed in, slightly out of breath.

A thin, crystal-like fragment suddenly appeared in his palm, and at that very moment, a faint stream of flame began to rise from it, mysterious and wondrous.

With a swift movement, he shot down from the peak toward the main summit, his hand slicing through the air like a blade. Fiery red energy surged forth, sweeping across the landscape—mountain ridges exploded like sand piles, flames devoured the sky, and the dying screams of countless Azure Sky Sect disciples mingled into a scene both shocking and tragic.

In a simply furnished, comfortable room, though night had fallen, the summer heat remained, accompanied by the distant chorus of cicadas—a unique flavor of summertime.

Some still clung to hope, believing that the true Dragon’s Heir might indeed be Yishi Mili, and would not be so easily dismissed by a single word from Leng Yueju.

Except for the future Ultraman, who managed to withstand the overwhelming aura, everyone else collapsed to the ground, completely suppressed by its force.

At the end, watching Yinghui bring the scruffy Zazhong obediently forward, Cai Wenxi emptied each dish of meat and vegetables into the dog’s bowl so nothing would go to waste. Only after Zazhong ate its fill did she revert to her thrifty, unpretentious self.

By day, Xilin was gentle and considerate, serving her master porridge, blowing it cool, and placing bowls and chopsticks before the Daoist.

At this point, I must mention curses. What are curses? Or rather, how does one cast a curse and unleash its true power?

Once again, with tremendous force, the halberd struck the giant bear. The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible, and under the wild impact, the beast shot into the ground like a comet, leaving a crater nearly a hundred meters deep.

As expected, the stalactites and stalagmites barely grazed them before passing by harmlessly. After several close calls, Shang Qinglin and Fang Peng’s nerves finally settled, though they remained wary.

“Why? No, by what right? Who I associate with is none of your business. Has that gentle Prince Yu fallen in love with me? What a joke.” Xie Liuying couldn’t help but sneer.

Just the cake they tasted at tonight’s banquet would, in the imperial capital, have nobles, tycoons, and nouveau riche flocking to it in droves.