Chapter 63: The First Legion Releases an Announcement

Initially, everyone assumed Xu Haonan would win without a doubt, but by this point, no one dared to make such claims anymore.

She could not comprehend why this child placed such deep trust and reliance on her, just as she could not understand how she had come to feel such profound heartache and fondness for someone else's child.

Recognizing the vast disparity between them, and faced with unanimous opposition from everyone, Li Dong had no choice but to drop the matter.

Having just stepped inside, the potent stench of sweat mixed with stale tobacco and alcohol radiating from him was utterly suffocating.

Thinking of how they would soon be parting ways again, Ning Shuiyue felt a deep reluctance. "I had planned to find some romantic spot to linger with you. It seems we must first resolve certain trivial matters before we can fully enjoy ourselves." Her words carried a heavy sense of helplessness.

Wuzi Shan's breathing grew increasingly ragged as he used a trembling hand to wipe the relentless beads of sweat from his forehead, temporarily forgetting even how to strike. Such overwhelming terror was something he had previously experienced only in the presence of supreme monarchs like the Lord of Linxing Commandery.

There were plenty of merchants in Tokyo City whose fortunes exceeded one hundred thousand strings of cash, but if you were to casually inform people which specific room in someone's house actually stored one hundred thousand strings of cash, the effect would be entirely different. Just imagining how many people would covet that immense wealth was terrifying.

In truth, for such a long time, she had not been without suspicions regarding the true purpose of these medications, but deep down, she knew clearly: without these drugs, the Emperor would be even harder to keep under her absolute control.

Seeing the two second-rank elders at daggers drawn, the rest of the elders had no idea whose side to take and could only listen in silence.

Witnessing this scene, everyone grew even more bewildered. We all knew we had fallen for a diversionary tactic, but what baffled us was that Duo'er and I had been present the entire time without hearing a single sound. How on earth had the coffin vanished?

Three days later, Marquis Pingyang and the Third Princess traveled day and night, finally arriving ahead of schedule in Luoyue City and heading straight for the Prince of Zhennan's estate.

After the initial shock, they felt it was only natural. Given Xiao Yi's temperament, making such a wager was hardly surprising; if anything, it was entirely in character for someone who always acted according to his own whims.

Seeing Mufeng sauntering over in a swaggering manner, Dongyang Liuyun brought his weapon up across his chest and shouted in a trembling, shrill voice.

"We can give it a try. After all, I have some capital to spare. If it doesn't work out, I can always turn back and tackle it bit by bit." Zheng Fan tilted his chin, gesturing toward the array of upright stone coffins.

Watching Chunyu Ziqian's seated form rapidly age and wither amidst the flickering, dimming light—even her features, whose exact age had once been impossible to discern, undergoing a dramatic transformation—Zheng Fan could not help but swallow hard.

Although deeply shaken, the young man did not retreat. Instead, he let out a loud roar as his aura surged once more, signaling his intent to unleash a full-powered strike.

Uncomfortable as he was, how could Ouyang Luo possibly leave in peace when he knew she was terrified to this extent?

The Azure Cloud Mountain villa, which previously possessed a breathtaking beauty even at a mere glance, had now been reduced to a pitch-black ruin, wisps of white smoke hissing amid the pouring rain.

Ancient people were human too; no matter how wise they were, they could not transcend the laws of physics. In a state of weightlessness, a person would unmistakably feel it. Even if the ground were to rotate, it would still be rotating within a fixed spatial boundary and could never escape it. Furthermore, as long as gravity existed, a complete inversion would simply never occur.

Chun Shishi had her dignity, too. This was already more than once she had humbled herself to apologize. If he continued to remain so aloof and cold, she would truly go mad.

With his current strength, most Profound-breaking cultivators would be confident of defeating him in a one-on-one duel; what he truly feared were these sword auras.

As soon as the question left her lips, she felt it was somewhat redundant. If her son wanted to know something, was there ever anything he couldn't find out?

After uttering those words, Luo Song fell completely silent, sitting there like a block of wood. It was only when the waitress brought over a glass of plain water that he muttered a "thank you."

Wei Xiazhi gradually slowed his pace, intending to change direction, only to realize that different sounds of rushing wind were coming from both sides.

"Useless trash! You even allowed this space to be refined!" The shattered window instantly vanished, and the opening was abruptly sealed once more by a golden light before he could figure out why.

"Earlier, when the old lady mentioned you might have actually calculated the solar eclipse, I started paying attention to you. After interacting with you for some time afterward, I increasingly felt that you were concealing your true depth."

Even if he spent all the two million demonic crystal points he currently had, it still wouldn't be enough; he needed at least three million.

The white-haired old man remained as stiff as a wooden figure, yet a chuckle lingered on his lips as he offered no reply.

Early the next morning, the steamship docked at the harbor pier in Hong Kong. An Ran and Zhou Yize stepped off the vessel carrying their luggage while the sky was still faintly lit. After walking over to a deserted spot, the two of them flashed into their spatial dimension to change their clothes.

The ambiguous atmosphere instantly dissipated at the sound. Shangguan Ye furrowed his brows so tightly he could have pinched a mosquito between them, his eyes filled with displeasure and coldness as he glared fixedly at the closed door.

A damage figure popped up above: the strike where Lin Xing had sliced across the neck landed as a critical hit, which, combined with the headshot bonus, dealt considerable damage.

"Master Longbai, this disciple has fulfilled your wish. You may rest in peace in heaven," Lin Feng said with a face full of melancholy. Perhaps this was precisely what it felt like for a hero standing at the very peak.

At this moment, Lin Feng failed to hear the murmurs of astonishment echoing from the numerous warships overhead. They were utterly astounded that Lin Feng's identity card was actually of cosmic grade.

This was actually a good idea, and she would undoubtedly navigate the mortal realm far more effortlessly than she did in the immortal world. As long as the people from the Immortal Palace dared to descend, she had countless ways to send them packing the exact same way they came.

After learning of Xiao Yao's brilliant exploits from that single night, Ma Debiao could no longer harbor a shred of hatred; all that remained was deep, agonizing regret.

Yet, Captain Zhang couldn't even bring himself to say the words "I love you," could he? That is simply too piercing to the heart. Even someone like you couldn't possibly endure it, so how on earth could you have the face to say it? Luo Roy narrowed his eyes and said with a wicked smile. At that moment, Roy looked the very picture of a living demon, targeting the most fragile recesses of the human soul.

Clinging to a tree trunk, Emily retched for a long time before she finally managed to calm her racing heart and quiet her violently churning stomach. Although the vomiting had stopped, the damage inflicted upon her stomach remained, unceasingly tormenting her. And of all this, Zhang Zhiguo was completely oblivious.

The three of them raised their glasses to toast one another. Liu Xiaomang looked down at the clear liquor, smiled, and downed it in a single gulp.

It was a complete break rather than a simple departure. Although it appeared outrageously rebellious, they all knew very well in their hearts that Xiao Yao was doing this entirely for the sake of the Xiao family.

Even though Wu Qingtao sometimes knew full well that it was a trap, what good did knowing do? If he resisted and refused to go along, Su Xian would simply kick him off. Rather than suffering that fate, he might as well take the initiative; after all, Wu Qingtao was naturally inclined to indulge in comfort anyway.