Chapter 66: Unexpectedly Smooth

"Damn, Brother Liu is awesome!"
Chen Yang was completely dumbfounded; he never expected Liu Guolin to be so insanely formidable.

The Emperor had likely shown leniency only because the Su family's ancestors had rendered meritorious service in founding the dynasty, and because they were a prominent, noble house. Otherwise, based solely on Su Cheng's words just now, the Su family would have long been guilty of a capital crime! Yet, this Emperor had always been decisive and ruthless in slaughter; had his heart truly softened this time?

Seeing Li Fugui's expression, Li Yi unconsciously shuddered and cast a sympathetic glance at Number Fifty-Eight.

On the main street, dust and smoke billowed everywhere as shockwaves rippled outward from the point where the two intersected.

Su Yu glanced at Shang Zhaoyi, the corners of her lips curling up slightly, as if to say: "You made this choice yourself, so you can't blame me."

Sanniang and Lei Ming were startled and looked at Li Fugui with deep concern, channeling streams of spiritual energy into his body to nourish his weakened state.

The meal was enjoyed to the utmost satisfaction of both host and guest. Experiencing such warmth for the first time, Qin Xuan found it quite interesting. As for Zhao Hu, that guy's mouth hadn't stopped moving from the moment the dishes started arriving until he was completely stuffed at the end.

This match took place at Roma's home ground, the Stadio Olimpico. Right from the start, the game was filled with gunpowder, and the course of the match once again made Li Chengfeng feel the deep malice the Italian football world held toward him.

By evening, Zhang Hengmao came over again. It turned out that all the related procedures and charter for the Traditional Chinese Medicine Annual Conference had been finalized. He came partly to explain things to Qin Jue, and partly to confirm the topic Qin Jue was going to lecture on.

Outside the secret realm, within the ancestral hall of the Feng family of Feng County, two white-haired elders sat facing each other, one to the north and one to the south, intently playing a game of chess.

The green-eyed turtle turned its head to look at the Seven-Heart Grass, which was within arm's reach yet impossible to obtain, a look of regret flashing in its eyes. However, reason told it that saving its own life at this very moment was the most important thing. Finally making up its mind, it abruptly plunged deep into the water, preparing to use its familiarity with the terrain to escape.

Acknowledge the old servant's worries, Zhao Jia nodded, yawned, and sat beside the earth stove, forcing himself to stay alert.

As for spiritual spring water, these days, which sect didn't have a spiritual spring eye? Which sect's disciples and elders of considerable status didn't keep some spiritual spring water on hand?

Surrounding these colossal beasts was an extraordinarily vigorous aura of hesitation, an indecision formidable enough to rival a powerhouse who had just stepped into the ancient realm of Li Mengru.

"Southern Emperor, your sense of seniority is completely distorted." He called her family's ancestor "brother," yet wanted to act as her uncle. Was he trying to take advantage of their ancestor?

"This pastry has a sweet taste, and because it is not easy to make, the price is naturally high." Following the instructions Zhao Jia had previously given, the young and strong man expressionlessly repeated the words. Afterward, he drew a short blade from his waist, cut a piece from the roasted rice cake, and handed it to the Hu merchant who had asked about the price.

Suddenly, a voice echoed across the earth, and the entire firmament brightened completely. A pitch-black darkness and a blinding white radiance permeated the air, dividing the vault of heaven neatly into two halves.

Merely taking a glance at her shouldn't delay his work, nor should it take up too much of his time, and yet, all he could see in his eyes was Shen Lingxi.

The legendary eternal divine artifacts, more powerful and supreme than gods, were not something they could covet.

As for cultivators who had not achieved such a profound comprehension of the Laws of Space, they could similarly banish an opponent outside the Great Thousand World, though not very far beyond its boundaries. As for the most superficial practitioners, they could only banish someone to any random corner within the Great Thousand World.

"Commander, it'll just take a few minutes, just enough to swallow a couple of bites. Can't you give me, Wang Jiale, a bit of dignity?" Ah Chao pleaded with a bitter smile.