Volume 1, Chapter 64: The Meeting

Hearing this, Wen Ling's grip on Chen Qiyue's hand suddenly tightened.

She raised her head, only to see the person before her gazing steadily at her, gently patting the back of her hand as if in reassurance.

So be it; her cousin naturally had his own arrangements.

The hand that had been gripping his cuff loosened and fell to her side, as she silently comforted herself with this thought.

It turned out that not only were the supreme mighty figures of the Great Qin Imperial Court ferocious, but its legion commanders were equally formidable, perhaps even surpassing them.

Everyone understood the principle of mutual vulnerability—that when the lips are gone, the teeth are cold. They believed that the Great Liang Royal Court and others would certainly come to the aid of the Armored Turtle Sea Clan, but clearly, they had thought too much.

Inside the private room, apart from Ling Zhou and Ling Lanxin, Zhao Lanxin, Yang Lianxin, Xia Tian, and even Ling Hai all stood up, staring intently at the stage.

"I'm afraid that won't work. Trying every single one would take too much time, and I'm concerned there might be a limit to how many times the divine statue can be turned. Too many trials simply wouldn't bode well," Cicero said.

Ling Zhou smiled, harboring a lingering sense of foreboding. He felt that his father would hardly agree so readily to hand over these sixteen billion dollars to him.

With a deafening crash, the enemy general was sent flying backward, his entire body exploding mid-air in an instant, evidently utterly dead.

However, in terms of conditions, it was genuinely difficult for Chiba to offer Takigakure anything more advantageous than what Rock Village could provide.

"Please rest assured, Master Haydn and I have made proper arrangements. Various types of protective barriers should already be in place," Archbishop Austin replied.

Now, it seemed this plan could no longer be implemented. The Great Qin Principality had struck, and they had to throw all their might into dealing with it.

Though if Oreki were to announce that he was Teacher Great Wall, countless people would undoubtedly join, how foolish would he have to be to do such a thing? Moreover, it would more likely be treated as a joke.

"How are your insect crystals coming along?" I asked, looking toward Tang Yaokun, Lei Minghong, Jiang Yitian, and Feng Shang, not to mention Senior Brother Anfei and Senior Sister Ouyang Meiling. They, too, stood a chance of entering humanity's supreme institution of higher learning.

Catching sight of the South Heavenly Gate in the distance, Tang Zeng concealed his figure within an immortal mountain, his aura blending seamlessly with it, escaping the notice of any living soul.

He did not rush to strike first again. His innate serpentine vigilance awakened, and he waited for Huo Yi's attack. Since such a powerful ultimate move had failed to make the enemy yield, the adversary surely possessed heaven-shaking methods.

Just what peerless master was that? What transcendent expert could traverse the river of time, stand unshaken in the present era, and shake the heavens and earth with a terrifying might that terrified the world?

As Tang Zeng unleashed a bursting volley of thunder fireballs, the Violent Demon General was struck by another bolt of lightning, coming within a hair's breadth of perishing on the spot.

Uncle Jiu, if one fails to successfully ascend to the realm of a bishop, they will sooner or later be swallowed up by the endless river of time. Such is the terrifying nature of destiny—a power that grants certain individuals massive opportunities, much like carp leaping over the dragon gate.

Yet, he was intimately familiar with this voice. He knew who had arrived; after all, for all those previous days, he had been inseparable from the person speaking—the very one who had tortured and interrogated him.

Tang Zeng continuously struck various poses in mid-air while activating the filming function of the Aurora Brick, letting that carrot-like camera lens follow him as he recorded, his spirits exceptionally high.

Sun Wukong acknowledged the order, though deep in his heart he was utterly perplexed: Why did his master possess such precise knowledge of his realm of cultivation?

Emerson roared in fury again and again, yet remained utterly helpless. Watching Emerson, who had been wrapped up tightly like a grand rice dumpling, Wang Xuan sighed inwardly: "A Yellow-tier expert is truly extraordinary. Even though I have witnessed so many Yellow-tier experts before, actually watching a battle at this level firsthand still gives one a rather distinct flavor."