Chapter 66 Extra: Three Thousand Realms in a Great Dream 2

"Even from this battlefield, after such a long time, the air is still filled with such a fierce intent to fight. One can only imagine just how tragic and brutal the battle back then truly was," Luo Qingcheng softly remarked from the side.

However, he was merely a general; using his brain was not his forte. When it came to military deployment and troop arrangement, he was an expert, but schemes and machinations were beyond him.

In an instant, the seven slaves of the Sikong family launched a frenzied assault toward Long Fan.

The fortunate part was that the room finally carried a sense of warmth and mortal life; the unfortunate part was that his freedom was restricted.

Wei Wuji smiled and expressed his gratitude. Not wanting Chan'er to linger on his current appearance, he immediately returned to his own room.

A-Bing was the head of security he had invited. Though called the security captain, throughout the entire Zhuoke Company, no one dared to show him the slightest disrespect, not even Wei Wuji himself, the boss.

The giant let out a earth-shaking roar toward the heavens, then raised its massive fist and smashed it down upon Long Fan.

Even though he knew that even if Zhang Hongyu discovered it, he wouldn't really do anything to him, the consequences would still be extremely troublesome. Zhang Hongyu would definitely find a way to remove or seal the strange energy within his body, something Yi Chen simply could not accept.

Mo Wuyou's figure also flashed out, directly giving chase to the buck-toothed man who had leaped out the window, moving at an astonishing speed.

As this origin was severed, a mouthful of blood directly spurted from Long Fan's mouth, and a profound sense of exhaustion welled up within his body.

"Mastering only basic tackles has no combat value whatsoever; it's useless," Shinji said indifferently.

Stepping into the courtyard, what came into view was a scene of dazzling gold and jade splendor. The courtyard was vast, and its arrangement was not the least bit inferior to a palace. Glancing around, a look of surprise surfaced in the depths of his eyes, and a faint smile played at the corners of his mouth.

Because Helian Jun took action immediately after hearing Shui Mingchen's words, resorting to preemptive measures because his secret had been witnessed.

Of course, with the Ice Heart Pendant masking his aura, let alone a half-step Heavenly King realm expert, even a powerhouse at the Emperor realm would fail to detect it.

"Despicable!" Xia Yi cursed inwardly, just about to draw his ice bow when he was restrained by the black qi wrapping around his arm. Xia Yi tried to break free from the shackles of the black qi, but its power was far too formidable for him to contend with using his own strength.

"Mu Yi, you're finally back! How is it? Did the Chen family give you a hard time?" Seeing Mu Yi's figure appear, Han Meng'er walked straight up to him, looking him up and down from all sides.

The seal in Mao Anning's hand shifted abruptly. The giant feathered crane above him, condensed from his true essence and the vital energy of heaven and earth, suddenly let out a shrill cry. Flapping its wings, laden with violent air currents and carrying scorching hot elemental energy, it lunged straight toward Zhou Tian.

"Are you referring to Dharma artifacts, spiritual artifacts, celestial artifacts, and divine artifacts?" Following the previous exchange, Zhou Tian's fear of the black dragon shadow had diminished significantly, and his voice sounded calm.

Seeing the mountain peak tremble before collapsing right where it stood, Xiao Fan's gaze at this moment was icy cold.

Caikusa began to waver in her determination, seeming to realize that her strength was inferior to Shinji's. Yet, as someone skilled in martial arts, her stubborn pride remained, and she would not admit defeat until the very last moment.

Qingfeng directly used his second skill to step on the enemy's face, then cast his first skill, landing two magic projectiles, instantly wiping away half the health bar of a full-health Li Yuanfang.

The crowd of listeners around the circle grew larger and larger, as Chen Xinxin and Lü Tingting were on the verge of being squeezed out of sight.

To prevent Experimental Subject Number One from failing to take the bait, Bai Yuze fired two shots at the head of Experimental Subject Number One while riding his bicycle; one hit its mark, while the other missed.

Having said that, Huang Dan felt a sudden pang of guilt. She hung up the phone and dragged Huang Xiaolan back in a hurry.

"Mangzi is right. Leaving a few minutes earlier means being able to cover a few more minutes of the journey. You all must pay extra attention to safety along the way." Si Mu's tone was filled with care and worry.

Every single spear thrust struck the opponent's fatal points, causing Nurhaci's tiger mouths to ache intensely, dyed in a bruised, bloody crimson. After dozens of rounds, he could no longer hold his saber steady and prepared to retreat and flee.

It was also three years ago—she remembered that when she even wanted to give up her education, it was Gao Lun who encouraged her, helping her recover from the shivering hunger of truancy, persuading her to reconcile with her father, and urging her to cherish her opportunity and be admitted to her ideal university.

"I'll kneel and apologize publicly. If you have the guts, go ahead and prove it! Just relying on a stubborn mouth is useless," the spare-tire simper declared fiercely, pushing all caution aside.

As the horn of attack sounded, the general offensive against the Anzishan defense line began. The strictly disciplined Manchu Eight Banners soldiers stepped forward with firm paces, closing in on Anzishan.

It wasn't until she was pulled to the edge of a pool and looked at her reflection in the water that she realized her tongue was actually glowing.

Moreover, every time I honestly tell the truth, you all treat it as boasting. Is it easy being me?

Hai Chen felt both helpless and delighted, a mixture of complex emotions settling in his heart. Having a stunningly beautiful princess fond of him—such a feeling was truly difficult to put into words.

The fierce battle in the top-floor private suite of the Red Pavilion lasted from morning until afternoon. By the time Qu Xiaoyan was thoroughly worn out by Yan Jiaolong, she was completely limp, her voice hoarse, devoid of an ounce of remaining strength.