Chapter 65

Failed, how could it be, Sect Leader Dugu has actually failed to break through to the Heavenly-Human Realm," said a disciple who had been keeping watch outside the grand hall.

The Divine Machine shattered, the thunder force became uncontrollable, and the tyrannical thunder force violently collided with the golden lightning. The thunder light grew increasingly intense until everyone was finally engulfed and vanished from sight.

Popoli took in everyone's reactions at a glance, sighed inwardly, and could only offer them a friendly smile. This, however, only made them feel even more flattered, causing them to become much more polite and friendly toward her.

The reality, however, was that the two samurai swords in Zhenyang's hands were snapped in half, and there was an additional wound on Netero's shoulder.

Consequently, throughout this lengthy period, the high-end vegetable sales business of the Eight Trigrams Spiritual Land continuously provided a blood transfusion to the Eight Trigrams Spiritual Land Pharmaceutical Company.

Having managed to return to ten years ago and start everything over from the beginning, he did not want unnecessary disputes to drive Jiang Tian's heart further and further away from him.

"Immortal of Mount Shushan!" Hearing this, some of those present dropped their jaws in shock, while others had their eyes pop right out of their sockets.

"You're quite confident, aren't you? I saw your eyes staring straight at her just now," Qiao Xin said with a hint of sour jealousy.

Even if Mo Yang were to truly die before him one day, he probably wouldn't shed a single tear.

"What do you make of this?" Cheng Yishan, being somewhat more cunning and shrewd, kept his own conjecture to himself; he needed to see how I would explain it.

Upon hearing the furious roars of Chen Hui and Wu Jun, the three of them immediately turned around at a leisurely pace. As they made their way, they did not forget their duty of searching the mountains.

The Battle of Mirror Moon Lake, though merely a bored pastime of the young generation, wielded considerable influence within the martial arts world of Dayan.

"Very well." Qin Lie gave a faint smile, turned around, and gazing at the growing number of powerful figures appearing in the sky, he took a step forward and instantly flashed into the Hall of Penal Law.

After finishing lunch and resting in their rooms for a while, Tang Lei and the other two prepared to head up the mountain to search for ginseng. However, they needed a guide, and the person who would lead them was the one who had discovered the wild ginseng: Zhang Dechao, a paternal clan brother of Zhang Dehai.

That smile startled the man, causing him to hurriedly avert his gaze. Then, seemingly feeling that he shouldn't have reacted that way, he resumed his previous posture, looked straight at Jiang Kai, nodded, and returned the smile.

Yet the training was tedious, and sometimes he wanted to find some amusement, such as stepping on thin air on invisible stairs or spinning on a horizontal bar like a gymnast.

Tang Lei made a grateful phone call to Ye Qian, telling her that he was very satisfied with this batch of samples and hoping she would continue to supervise and ensure that the subsequent product manufacturing did not slacken.

Stepping onto the dueling platform meant that both parties were willing to engage in a fair battle. As long as lives were not taken and cultivation bases were not crippled, they could fight to their hearts' content upon the platform.

Tang Lei was not afraid of anyone harboring suspicions, because in today's society, such items were merely collectibles of low value.

Some humble origins produce men of talent—upright, unpretentious, striving for self-improvement, and possessed of sterling character. Others produce men of small stature—base in character and narrow in personality, who everywhere feel inferior, play to the gallery, suck up to the powerful, seek patrons, and act like servile flatteries.

When the meal finally reached Chen Qingshan, it came in a food box containing a bowl of noodles with minced meat topping. Though far from lavish, it was considered exceptionally good treatment within the confines of this prison.

"Bullying the weak and fearing the strong; whenever you encounter someone you can't beat, you run to your mother for backing, and whenever you meet someone you can defeat, you act with unbridled lawlessness. If this isn't childishness, what is?" Qiao Chu rebuked unsparingly.

By the time he drove his car to the entrance of Death Valley, a portion of those who had arrived at the destination ahead of him had already entered the mountain equipped with gear.

Gao Yin also bowed slightly to him. Although not an elder of his own, respect was still due to an existence at the peak of the Emergence Realm.

"Who on earth is this Demon King of the Northern Demonic Domain? Why did he never show his face before, and now that everyone is preparing to wrap things up, he suddenly bursts out killing?" Tao Zhi complained angrily.

Even if he did not kill Song Ming himself, the Phantom Tower would relentlessly pursue the matter demanding an explanation, which would not only cause the Heavenly Saint Sect to lose all face, but leave Song Ming with no chance of survival either.

A deafening, ear-splitting explosion suddenly erupted. Xiaogai and Hou Ping, sitting beside the Double Fifteen, were startled to their feet in an instant.

In truth, when Peng Mi caught him together with Hong Yan, Chu Li was still quite nervous, and in his haste, he had even exchanged blows with Peng Mi.

Not only did she possess peerless beauty, but she also came from such an esteemed lineage, whereas she herself could only rely on a passable face in hopes of capturing a man's heart to escape the fate of a maidservant.

"Very well then, tell me, ever since I ascended to the upper realm, what have I done each and every year? What kind of people have I met? What sort of things have I accomplished?" Qiao Chu said, directly pulling out a plate of sugar-roasted chestnuts.

"Grand Duke Solomon hasn't come; what has arrived is merely the Magic Conductor Legion of the Element City," Han Jing said softly. "The Phoenix Legion."

Ye Xu instantly leaped into the air, landing upon the ancient void road, with Feng Suiyun and Fu Xilai flanking him on his left and right, while the Roaring Sky Hound followed closely behind him, looking around with curious eyes.

Without any exception, these media personnel were stopped outside the hotel, after which the hotel staff notified Chen Yi.

"Boom!" Because that Orc was an elite monster and possessed equipment on its body, the moment it died, it dropped a massive loot explosion. Pieces of equipment and piles of gold coins littered the ground, and upon seeing their haul, those players were naturally overjoyed.

Listening to his words, Chen Ping shook his head. It was evident that at this very moment everyone was agonizing over Gu Junhuo, a sentiment that had grown increasingly urgent especially after the victories of the Battle of Perth and the Battle of West Cape.

Zhao Yun, however, was not in a flurry; his objective had already been achieved. Xiaotou Dun was completely stalled by him, and as long as things continued this way, it wouldn't be long before Hua Xiong breached the palace gates and planted the Yizhou military banner upon the ramparts. By then, in the tripartite gamble, the Yizhou army would emerge victorious.

Within the Immortal Execution Sword Formation, the World Honored One, the Demon God Emperor, and the Heavenly Empress all encountered peril simultaneously. Streak after streak of sword light slashed down, cleaving flesh, primordial spirit, and soul, reducing everything to chaos and primordial void, leaving them with no choice but to consecrate their respective Thirty-Three Heavens supreme treasures to constantly resist the sword light, powerless to launch any attacks against the Primordial Heavenly Demon.

The battle grew increasingly fierce and arduous. Xiang Yu's retainers had by now all perished, having fallen under the encirclement of Qin soldiers dozens of times their number. There was hardly an intact inch of flesh on their bodies, yet even in death, they glared resentfully at these imperial guards, their hands still tightly grasping their weapons.