Chapter 67: From Now On, I Am Your Real Brother

The two brothers, Zhao Zhilong and Zhifei, along with Feng Li, went to the morgue to identify Zhao Huaihan's body.

The challenge tournament consisted of a total of four rounds: the first round selected twelve people to advance, the second round advanced six people to the semifinals, the third round narrowed it down to three finalists, and the fourth round was naturally the championship, runner-up, and third-place matches.

Although Elder Zhou said so, Tang Chong was not a fool; he knew something must have happened, and it should still be related to him.

Unexpectedly, just as Gu Ling'er took a step, a scene from early this morning suddenly flashed through her mind: those maidservants looked at her as if they were looking at a "plague god"—astonished and terrified? And what was that about a maidservant by Lady Long's side being driven out of the Long estate simply because of her?

During their previous meeting, Gu Tianyu had thoroughly demonstrated his capability and background. As long as he wanted to, he could unearth every single detail about you. That was exactly what Gu Tianyu wanted to convey to Tang Chong.

Putting it that way, Zhao Xinghe's casual guess turned out to be spot on. Damn it, people from the Dragon Gate really had come looking for him.

"Granted! It is granted!" The emperor, seemingly long since terrified by the corpses covering the ground and the horrifying slaughter, hastily consented to the Grand Duke of Qin's request and fled the Wusheng Hall under the protection of a large contingent of imperial guards.

This made Hao Ren even more urgent to know what kind of astonishing power was hidden within his body and how it had come to reside there.

"You only ever bully the likes of us. If you're so good at playing, why don't you join the basketball team? Infuriating..." Guo Shuang muttered resentfully while straightening things up for Lin Lei.

If one were merely talking about carving characters onto a steel saber using finger strength, it could hardly be considered earth-shattering. Even Lin Chong himself, operating at full strength, might well be able to achieve it.

Yet those present understood that for all these years, the reasons Gu Lian used to smear Gu Shuyu had entirely been fabricated by herself.

"What secrets are hidden within these imperial decrees?" Muyi thought to himself, while Bailong leaned in to take a closer look. The aura of that demonic beast still lingered on these decrees; most of the divine power of the heavenly gods within the tokens had been sucked away by that beast.

If he said it didn't hurt, Xia Ying would feel even worse, because how could cutting one's wrist to bleed not hurt? How could being devoured by gu worms not hurt?

Leng Ye pressed a button inside his coat pocket before extending his left hand to pick up An Ran's hand, slowly sliding the ring onto her finger.

Moreover, Xiao Feng could not possibly run all the way out for every single alchemy session, so Gong Changfeng simply designated this backyard area under Xiao Feng's name.

Tang Chunjing was very curious. She remembered Lu Xumei saying that Du Zhong had brought Old Xu's jacket back to return it.

With a crisp tearing sound, a rupture appeared on the monster's body. An utterly violent demonic force burst forth from within, carrying splattering black fluid that shredded the spiritual altar behind it into a thousand fragments.

Xiao Feng felt a wave of intense heat wash over him, carrying a tremendous impact force that caused him to instantly vomit a mouthful of blood. The web of his hand gripping the sword throbbed with a sharp pain, and the force hurled him more than ten meters away.

"Please grant me a few more days of leeway. Once I scrape together the money, I'll give it to you," Xu Jiao managed to squeeze out through clenched teeth.

Just then, the arm beneath the robe lifted gently. Following that, Xiao Feng felt an irresistible force grab him by the collar, and immediately afterward, his body involuntarily began a rapid displacement.

Judging by the expressions of these people, that place was undoubtedly a forbidden zone for them—far beyond what their level of strength allowed them to enter.

Aside from the six thousand-household commanders, the six imperial ministers newly appointed by Emperor Iron Army had also rebelled against the royal family.

Although Chen Jing could not be certain what the Dragon King was plotting, he could sense things related to himself. This was a premonition from the nether realms; he had occasionally felt it in the past, though very rarely. However, after passing the divine tribulation, his perception of these formless ripples had grown remarkably acute.

Bai Xue asked without any concealment, as she felt there was no need to hide it. Since Chu Feng had brought them here, it meant they were trustworthy and not outsiders.

Seeing that the mercenary group was about to fail in their defense, and with the most crucial internal assets controlled by Yuan Xing, these people were driven to complete madness.

As the former primary constituent republic of the Soviet Union, the Russian Federation wielded considerable global influence, particularly within the Commonwealth of Independent States comprising ten former Soviet republics.

Old Song San had originally planned to operate for only half a day, but after thinking it over, he decided to close down for the entire day. He simply hung up a closed sign—after all, a day or two of business didn't matter. He then began tidying up the shop in preparation for the afternoon duel.

The world within the temple seemed frozen in time, flowing at a speed slightly different from the passage of time in the greater universe. Yet the profound mystery of this difference was still something Chen Jing could grasp.

Ever since Lin Wei led his men away, Lin Jianhua had been waiting right here, sitting on pins and needles, terrified that something might happen to Lin Wei. However, as his son and the future heir to the Lin family, combat was essential; otherwise, even if he were to take over the Lin family, his subordinates would never submit to him.

Following that, Yefeng kicked off the ground and charged straight toward those faces. Wherever he passed, under the demonic soul-searching art, the faces shattered one by one, turning into wisps of gray smoke floating in the air, awaiting Yefeng's absorption.

He had clearly heard the knock on the door just moments ago—there was no mistake about it. How could the hallway be empty the moment he opened it?

However, Midnight and Yao Qing were in the bodies of zombies, possessing extremely acute senses. With their strength, within a hundred-meter radius, let alone voices, even the subtlest rustling of the wind could be easily detected, to say nothing of Iron Wolf's words.

This immediately left many demon spirits speechless. Although anyone could see the outcome, this was after all a peak Monarch fighting a superior Monarch; for the one in the higher realm to shamelessly concede defeat was quite simply a laughingstock.

One could see that the majority of this force wore fur garments, with only a little over a thousand clad in black armor. Every single one of them had deliberately smeared charcoal on their faces, and their weapons had also been blackened. Had it not been for the occasional glint of moonlight, they would have completely melted into the night.

Wang Yao and Yang Ze exchanged glances, then carried several hundred varieties of Chinese herbal medicine into the villa. As soon as they stepped inside, they were met by Wang Xiaotian, whose face beamed with joyful surprise.

In the sky, a massive fist shadow tore open a river of blood, and then, imbued with a vast cyan radiance, it slammed fiercely into one of the spirit slaves. The terrifying force directly and forcefully shattered the final layer of flames remaining on the spirit slave.

Having waited for half a day without the Shadow Organization's assassin returning, he knew that the organization's most formidable killer had most likely already perished at Yang Ze's hands.