Chapter 62

That green-haired monster failed to dodge in time—or rather, it never even thought of dodging. As a result, it was cleaved cleanly into two halves by a single sword strike. Enhanced by the sharpness of the Dragon Sword and the formidable power of unlocking seven genetic seals, the might of that single blow was truly terrifying.

Although she felt the sincerity in Sawada Tsunayoshi's apology, Cang Lan glanced back at her injured Hasegawa, and then at the other battered and dusty Shinkento, before shaking her head nonetheless.

Seeming to feel that four peak ninth-tier powerhouses were gathered here, Taril and the other three completely ignored the ghosts lingering nearby.

Feng Yao waited at the Mu Mansion from day until night, yet failed to wait for Mu Jin to appear. By the end, his face had turned pitch black with frustration. There was no doubt that Mo Ling had detained the person, doing so with such blatant shamelessness—that man truly had no regard for his own reputation.

"They have nothing to do with me; Eldest Brother can handle them however he sees fit!" Leng Tianyu said with a somewhat cold expression, having nothing more to say regarding the two women.

According to the request, this technique required three conditions to be fulfilled: first, a robust and intact corpse; second, a thoroughly subjugated soul; and third, medicinal pills.

Thinking of his father's cold treatment of his mother over the years, a trace of sarcasm flashed across Leng Tianyuan's face. The emotions in his heart calmed down, and he acted as if he had not heard those words.

Madam Yin felt deeply gratified; Yuanfan truly was a sensible and considerate good child. In the past, the two children simply hadn't gotten along well, but in the future, she needed to persuade Ah Yan more often. She couldn't always give Yuanfan the cold shoulder; that would hurt the child's feelings far too much.

The Heavenly Emperor let out a cold snort. "Since it is your fault, your salary for three months shall be forfeited to serve as a warning to others." With that, he rose, flicked his sleeves, and strode away, completely ignoring the immortals gathered in the Hall of Lingxiao. Seeing this, Taibai hurriedly announced the end of the court session and followed closely behind the Heavenly Emperor.

Leng Tian御 put down the letter, immediately picked up the one from Yuzhou and tore it open, the expression on his face shifting drastically once more.

"Alright, let's leave it at that. If there are any developments, use the communicator!" Having said this, Alamo terminated the call.

Simultaneously, a pungent smell of blood rushed over them, so thick it felt almost tangible. With every breath, the heavy stench flooded their lung cavities, making one almost suspect they had been submerged in a pool of blood.

The midnight breeze blew, refreshing the mind and spirit. Although it was mid-summer, a hint of chill still lingered in the air. The sparse vegetation on the mountain swayed gently in the wind, evoking an inexpressible sense of melancholy that lingered persistently in the heart.

Fifth Yi's words instantly left Ling Luo and the others speechless. Since Fifth Yi had put it that way, it meant there truly was no other way. Ling Luo did not believe that Fifth Yi would still conceal anything at this point; human lives were at stake, especially since Mo Xiyan was already a member of Lingtian City.

Without the protection of a barrier, unleashing one's full power would inevitably cause a certain degree of damage to the surrounding environment. Su Xiao hesitated slightly, then remembered he still had a few talisman papers meant for creating barriers. He took them out together and handed them to Xuan Wuyu.

In the night sky, the starlight shone even brighter, while the moonlight was completely obscured by thick dark clouds.

The two of them thus leaned against each other on the vast grassland, while the Blood-Sweat Dragon Horse snorted softly not far away, forming a romantic scenery under the sunlight.

To the Shi family, the vital blood of the Purple Flame Fire Lizard was essential for practicing their clan's techniques, and they wished they could obtain as much of it as possible.

The driver inside the car finally snapped back to his senses. Looking up and down at Rong Lang and discovering that the other party was uninjured, he let out a sigh of relief.

A pluck of zither strings rang out, sounding like a melody from the netherworld. The ominous and gloomy aura made Wang Ping feel somewhat surprised inwardly.

After all, she was currently nothing more than an ant, vulnerable to being crushed by anyone. Offending some noble figure or stumbling upon something she shouldn't have seen—any single one of these things was more than enough to cost her her life.

Bo Jinghan responded with propriety and decorum. Even when limiting her replies to just two words, she managed to strike the perfect balance—neither overly affectionate nor distant enough to feel alienating.

The scenes in the dream were hazy, filled with deep-palace intrigues. The person conversing with Xia Ying'er beneath the divine flower tree back then was precisely Jiang Lei. Ale was buried in Jiangnan, and the Xia family also originated from Jiangnan. Moreover, the Qiyi Emperor firmly believed that the Xia family could protect the imperial city; how could there be no connection between these events?

The hospital was on the highest level of alert. The delivery room, along with obstetricians, accompanying doctors, and nurses who had been prepared long in advance, were all waiting to welcome the new generation of the Long family into the world.

Then the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, carrying a serene and tranquil smile, and he murmured softly with pursed lips.

However, along with the tears that welled up and spilled from her eyes, this smile, laden with profound sorrow, gradually transformed into weeping.

In truth, back when she left the seven-tailed fox demoness state of the Seventh Mistress, she stopped paying close attention to the affairs between the Fox King and the Seventh Mistress. After all, it was a private matter, and she had no business prying. For the next several centuries, she wandered through various dreams until she encountered Qingyu, who had awakened and attained divinity, and remained by Qingyu's side searching for Wuming ever since.

Jing Ran could not figure it out, which only made her more apprehensive. Her heart beat wildly and anxiously, utterly unable to calm down.

Of course, he did not suffer from mental illness—that much was certain; otherwise, who knew how many students in this medical academy would end up as his prey.

There was a rule in the Taiyi Sect: regardless of whether they were outer disciples or inner disciples, anyone whose cultivation reached the fifth layer of Qi Refining or above was permitted to go out for experiential training. Those who reached the seventh layer of Qi Refining and were unwilling to go out would be forcibly dispatched anyway.

"Can't I just be joking?" Nalan Cheng had made up his mind not to tell the truth. Given his status, he figured Nalan Qingqing could not easily take action against him. If he really confessed to the issue, things would blow up into a massive problem.

For the costume design class, there was a dedicated apparel classroom with all kinds of garments on all four sides. Outfits for all four seasons—spring, summer, autumn, and winter—in every imaginable style were present.

Just like that, Zhou You closed his eyes, shutting them tightly as if in a deep, eternal sleep. He sat in his seat with an eerie serenity, gradually fading into the surging crowd.

"These nanorobots cannot be reused once deployed, because the intense radiation causes irreversible damage to their internal structures," Dr. Cai explained.