Volume 1, Chapter 64: The Crimson Labyrinth

Darkness engulfed everything.
In the underground hospital after the power outage, the atmosphere was dead silent and bone-chilling.
It was rare to see Songtsan Gampo pay attention to the affairs of Tubo; it seemed he had not completely given up on it after all.
His gentleness struck Chu Yun as intensely sarcastic, filling Chu Yun with an urge to slaughter everything in sight.
The guards brought by Mu Yu, led by the two commanders, camped outside. As for Grandma Li, she had long since hidden herself away, for she detested bustling crowds.
With that, Ural picked up the head tossed to him by the King of Qiang, placed it on his shoulder, and, wielding a massive spiked club, strode forward in great strides.
After all, he was completely penniless. Even if Great Immortal Zhang was his best companion, he wouldn't believe him with such a lack of logic, would he?
I was a bit curious: was it because the scar on my face was so distinctive? Or was I the only one afflicted with this condition? I wasn't sure.
"Indeed, I am your elder sister Lü Tong, but I also hold another distinct identity." The newcomer was none other than the Empress, walking toward Chu Yun with a beaming smile.
The voice of the Golden Dragon King resounded across the wilderness, shocking everyone present. Who could have imagined that the bound individual was actually the sister of Fairy Peony, the Sect Master of the Flower Sect! Moreover, judging by the posture, the other party was not speaking idly. What was even more significant was Peony's attitude, which suggested she had long since acknowledged this fact.
Though spoken so lightly, if it weren't for the fact that Tang Yanning truly possessed a talent for blending and creating fragrances, Master Yuantong's temperament being what it was, she would rather have tossed the formula into the brazier to burn than bestow it upon anyone.
Seeing that Elder Tuofang insisted on this, Shui Songxiang spared no more words. Drawing her Water Spirit Whip and refusing to look at the Chen brothers any longer, she let out an angry huff and strode away.
"Could it be that he, too, has a profound background just like Senior Brother?" Witnessing the scene before him, he couldn't help but recall what had happened with Wang Chunyang that day.
"Let's set the vegetable donation at ten trucks, using the heavy-duty trucks from our unit." Hu Tiefuj's offhanded remark made Hu Tian break out in a cold sweat for Zhao Zhengce on the side, for Hu Tian knew all too well what kind of heavy-duty military trucks those were—trucks capable of towing missiles around the globe.
Sure enough, after the holiday, a quarter of the corvée laborers were late, and dozens asked for leave. The situation was even more severe than Chen Chen had imagined.
In that battle, the Scaled Tribe suffered heavy losses, and even Yinglong narrowly escaped with his life. However, after the victory of the Xuanyuan Tribe, the benefits gained by the Scaled Tribe were immense. The people of the Xuanyuan Tribe all regarded the divine dragon as their totem and faith, and the status of the Great God Yinglong in the hearts of the common people was almost on par with the Human Emperor Xuanyuan.
Casilius II suddenly felt his back gently brushed by one of Tiele's tentacles, and half of his hanging heart finally settled back into place.
"Hey, hey! Don't tie us up, don't tie us up! We'll listen to you, we'll go with you. But surely these matters should be investigated first? Surely the people here aren't all complete fools! Ah! I strongly demand to see your King! Take me to see the King!" Chen Chen had a sharp tongue, but it was of no use. In the blink of an eye, he was bound like a rice dumpling.
Lu Ya and Kunpeng knew very well in their hearts that the demise of the demon race was now a matter of moments. Determined to perish along with their kind, they cast aside all reservations; with such heavy words on their minds, they were unwilling to keep them bottled up any longer.
A tier-three spatial ring was, for Emily at the moment, an item so perfectly suited to her that it defied description—even more practical than the seven-degree gold ring in Wudi's hand.
The fleeing demon was actually an old acquaintance of Zhuang Wangu—none other than the White Bone Lady of White Bone Mountain, formerly an inmate of the Heavenly Prison. No matter what disguise the White Bone Lady used, or how peerlessly beautiful and stunning she made herself appear through illusion, Zhuang Wangu still spotted her gleaming white skeleton at the very first glance.