Chapter 67 He Exists for the Love of Yu Ling

The fury in his heart burned to its absolute peak, yet suddenly, the anger vanished entirely. Calmly, Tiran walked toward the bounty panel.

The inexplicable silence chilled Gida to the bone, leaving him too terrified to utter a single word as he stood frozen between them.

The turbulence of this moment erupted from the mountain peak. With a wave of Luoye's hand, a proud dragon roar once more resounded through the heavens, startling the slumbering creatures in the dark of night. The dragon roar was extraordinarily proud; Luoye coiled like a dragon, fixing a pair of pale blue eyes upon Zihan with a fierce intensity.

They still possessed that basic level of discernment. If any casual stab could produce such devastating power, they might as well all go hang themselves. There had to be some deeper profound mystery at play, even if it completely eluded their comprehension.

Time flew like sand slipping through clenched fingers, no matter how one tried to hold on. Lost in his healing and cultivation, Wang Fan had no idea how much time had passed in the outside world.

"Do not make rash assertions." The old man waved his hand behind him, signaling his companions to cease their discussion, while simultaneously releasing the imperial martial aura unique to the Martial Emperor realm.

At that moment, their hands repeatedly wove the same incantation. Streaks of spiritual light flashed into existence, interconnecting to trap Xuanyuan within.

Ancestor Wusheng let out a thunderous roar. He was no benevolent soul either; at that instant, his eyes snapped open, his momentum surging violently. In a fraction of a second, the ancient bronze sword in his hand actually fused completely with his body.

In this moment, a surge of brilliance flooded forth. Within a mere flash, Zihan moved with sword in hand, descending like a deity from the highest firmaments. With the sweeping dance of the long blade, a dazzling sword light cleaved the firmament, pierced the high clouds, and slashed downward with a single stroke.

Yet through these nine battles, he had undergone a profound tempering. Perhaps he was already powerful, but he still possessed shortcomings. Utilizing the nine opponents to temper his own physique, he now experienced a sudden enlightenment. Once he fully digested all nine battles, he would grow even stronger, entirely capable of breaking through into the third revolution of the Spirit God realm.

Hearing the softening tone in Tang Mengjie's words, Zhao Dandan inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. She had constantly been working on her cousin's mindset, and it seemed that after taking a few blows from reality, Tang Mengjie had finally relented. That made things much easier to handle.

Next, Mu Fanqin used this very method to reply to the phone calls from various relevant departments in one breath, finally resolving the pressure coming from all sides.

Therefore, upon Wu Ping's arrival, Wu Chang immediately began discussing the situation with him, attempting to make him go undercover within the Salvation Army and turn coat when the imperial court's forces launched their encirclement.

Bruno's body collided with the owl, and as Sage's grip loosened, they flew outward together.

In an instant, Zhu Yuanzhang merged with heaven and earth, his mind and spirit perceiving all paths and principles in the universe, continuously reorganizing and evolving the profound cosmic laws and doctrines.

The imperial court, usually bustling with lively chatter, was now a place where everyone held their breath, lowering their heads in dead silence—as stagnant as a pool of stagnant water.

Hearing the old dowagers speak, Madam Hu felt her scalp tingle. Over a mere position, they could actually provoke two pampered old matriarchs into launching such a reprimand against them.

During the rapid descent, it was easy to panic and lose one's composure. Fighting against the howling gale, Zhou Ling exerted all her might to flip downward, stabilizing her posture and direction while hooking the tips of her shoes into the shoulder seams of her outer robe.

If ordinary agricultural beans were used as heavenly soldiers, they could never possibly reach the Qi condensation realm; at best, they would only be slightly stronger than ordinary mortals, practically indistinguishable from low-grade wooden puppets.

Having its own world established within the void, the newly formed Heavenly Dao was actually extremely weak and utterly incapable of protecting all living creatures surviving within this world with its own strength.

The eerie man stepped backward several times, nearly retreating back into the light gate. With a solemn expression, he looked ahead to see nine figures abruptly emerge from the nine passageways.

Shen Xiaoyan rested her chin in her hands and looked at him. They had been only twenty years old before transmigrating, completely untouched by society and lacking any understanding of finance or investment. Coupled with eight years of drastic changes, they had no idea how the fund market was performing, leaving them genuinely clueless about how to spend these tens of millions in savings.

Although Shen Xiaoyan was usually carefree, that only applied to matters concerning herself. When faced with complex relationships involving two families—such as meeting her partner's parents—she could not easily remain poised, and nervousness and anxiety were inevitable.

Guan Sha's heart twitched at these words, thinking to herself that this Li Tianhai's every word and phrase reeked of an intention to slash prices. If she were to bring up the digital transformation and internet empowerment of the Wild Goose Valley Apartments right now, wouldn't she just be handing him an excuse to slash prices even further?

Because of the Vajra Hand's intervention, it did not take long for Wen Zhong to suffer a crushing defeat, leading his army in a hasty retreat of fifty miles.

Several fine cracks appeared on the rock armor, but it was not shattered. Seizing the opportunity, Shi Peng lashed out at Jiang Luo with a punch, which Jiang Luo nimbly evaded.

Jiang Luo glanced slightly at the table full of delicacies, swallowed hard, feigned an expression of utter indifference, and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

At the mention of this matter, Constantine's complexion turned slightly pale, as if recalling some unpleasant memories.

How could Xiao Jie fail to understand what Guan Sha was trying to express? From Xiao Jie's perspective, the reason working-class people struggled to achieve true financial freedom was simply because they did not bear the risks faced by the company.

Combined with his current state and the various surrounding characteristics, he could conclude with certainty that this place was the netherworld, yet not the netherworld Zheng Kun understood.

The reorganization of the Flying Tiger Army was overseen by Stilwei. Having no time to wait for the army to be fully formed, Gao Chong set off the very next day for Lueyang, taking along the Guard Battalion, the Reconnaissance Company, the regimental headquarters, the Princess's Guard Unit, and several administrative personnel led by Qian San to handle transactions, intending to await the Flying Tiger Army troops there.

This was actually quite normal; the soldiers on both spacecraft had been converted, and such abnormalities were naturally very easy to detect.

Undressing was truly not a bad thing after all; well, I suppose I have no choice but to accompany the gentleman and agree to it.

Learning of this situation through his second uncle, and knowing his grandfather also hoped to use him to establish private communications with Western Xia, Gao Chong went to the palace that afternoon to request an audience with the crown prince and princess. He clarified the relationship between his grandfather and himself, and asked Emperor Chongzong Li Gansong to grant him a private, individual audience with the Song envoy Gao Baimao.