Chapter 62

Another detail that greatly surprised Mu Sen was that, up until now, the physical tempering he had relied upon was entirely based on the Laws of Blood and the Laws of the Soul. This was what allowed him to achieve the state of regeneration from a single drop of blood. Even so, these two distinct forces of law had always existed independently within his physical body, showing not the slightest sign of merging.

He could already see that if this matter was not handled properly, the soaring Heaven Sect would likely face immense trouble.

Of course, Ling Duwu had come here with a crucial task to accomplish: to find three celestial beasts, hunt them down to extract their divine souls, and after refining them, implant them into puppets. Only then could he send a communication talisman to Jin Fei.

Ye Zhengleng smiled and nodded, then retreated to stand beside Lin Qifeng. Sitting down cross-legged, he closed his eyes to rest his mind, speaking no further to the other two.

Violent explosions erupted instantly, leaving the area around them in utter devastation. The rocks were pulverized, and even the steep cliffs on both sides were stripped away by the fierce kinetic energy, sending massive amounts of shattered stone crashing down with loud bangs.

Such formidable demonic beasts possessed immense pride; it was utterly impossible to truly subjugate them and forge a contract with humans. If Ye Zhenfeng died, that beast might fly into a berserk rage and slaughter him along with the enemy. Pang Qing could not bear to risk his own life just to avenge Ye Zhenfeng.

This spear strike was as fierce as a hurricane and seemed capable of unsettling a person's mind, resembling a wave of fury extracted straight from the human heart to entrap the enemy.

"Divine Emperor Tianlong, aren't you going too far!" Divine King Dongtian could not help a flare of anger.

Besides, was he not the one who previously claimed he feared the responsibility should the surgery fail? Yet now, he was rambling on about "saving lives and healing the wounded" and "a glimmer of survival." It was truly hypocritical to the extreme.

In the middle of the road lay a man dressed in a silver suit, with his back turned toward her direction.

He Xiang'er's beautiful eyes swept over the shuttling soldiers, estimating their scale to be at least over a hundred men. Before she could recover from her shock, she saw an officer wearing the rank insignia of a major walking over. His sharp gaze swept across the group before fixing squarely on Liang Shan.

Qi and blood surged within his palms, relying on sheer brute force and billowing power to resonate with the flesh and blood that had detached from his own body—and then, complete a connection with the Hextech fragment. Immediately afterward, the biological battery, which had previously been beating merely like a heart, began releasing blue shockwaves at an even more rapid pace.

Even though the Mulong Manor possessed the absolute strength to claim the position of the continent's supreme faction, they still dared not do so, because no one was willing to poke the hornet's nest of alchemists. Should they bungle it, the retribution they would invite would be endless and inexhaustible.

No one could guarantee that Xu Caiquan would not commit such an act again, so the best course of action was to ensure he never appeared in the school again.

Without a second thought, he raised his foot and viciously slammed it against the face. Sent flying backward, Imu wobbled and spun through the air a couple of times before finally regaining her balance.

Although she rarely dealt with street thugs, Xiang Wanqing knew that men capable of resisting both wealth and beauty were exceedingly rare.

After all, they were mostly children from impoverished peasant families, driven by desperation and circumstances beyond their control.

Indeed, the capture of the Golden Lion was due to his brain being temporarily addled, choosing to abandon his own advantages and attack the enemy's strong points with his own weaknesses. Yet, it was undeniable that this very stubbornness was what forged the Golden Lion's mighty strength—and now, his Conqueror's Haki condensed, and the twin blades in his hands were held horizontally.

Seemingly finding the fur of the iron-maned lion on his arm an utter nuisance, Wen Qiong didn't even spare it a glance. Gritting his teeth, he yanked the fur straight out of his arm, flung it behind him with a backhand motion, and immediately returned his full concentration to facing the enemy.

Sword qi transformed from four billion strands of crystal mental energy exploded furiously, shattering the frozen void and colliding head-on with the meta-crystals of Yaorao's autonomous counterattack.

After leaving the hotel, the two charlatans followed Su Ze back as well. On the surface, they claimed they were going to help Su Ze appraise the puppets later, but in reality, they were naturally tagging along to freeload.

Although the celestial treasure materials listed in the Thousand Treasures Chart looked mouth-watering, the first round of the competition lasted only a single day, leaving every artisan or grandmaster present with nothing to do but look up in awe.

"Then why is my husband unwilling? Is it because you worry that Xuanying is too frail to serve you?" Matters had reached this point, and Xuanying could only bite the bullet and pursue the matter to the root to get a clear answer.

Giving this spatial realm one final glance, Zi Mutian transformed into a streak of sword light and vanished into the horizon. The others exchanged glances and helplessly turned back, leaving only Xuan Yangzi standing alone in the void with a livid expression.

The one who had arrived was not a beast, a monster, or anything of the sort, but rather her savior—that nameless Chinese man.

However, at this moment, these shamanic blade-wielders could no longer perceive the changes in the outside world. Their consciousness had been sucked into that web, and all their senses had faded. Right now, even if someone came running to kill them, they would remain completely oblivious.

The official celebrations of the Xue Family Army lasted from the fifteenth day of the first lunar month until the end of the month. During this period, aside from building a martyrs' cemetery north of the Deer's Ear Gate port to bury the fallen soldiers of the Xue Family Army, the Xue Family Army promoted and awarded military honors to officers and soldiers who had rendered meritorious service, and established the Taiwan Southern Military District of the Xue Family Army.

The main force was doing relatively well; along the way, they had plundered plenty of sturdy armor and sharp weapons. Long spears and saber-slash broadswords were both long-reach weapons, giving them an absolute advantage.

Chrysanthemum Fragrance rolled her eyes. "Don't come looking for us. My third uncle and I just got back from the police station, and we don't know anything!" With that, she pushed her husband out of the main room and back into their own quarters.

The two brothers each harbored their own calculations; they lacked the courage to rat out Sister Zhen and the others, yet they were unwilling to serve as scapegoats either.

The whole affair had come rather abruptly. I struggled to organize my thoughts, trying to explain the situation to Jiuer using the most summarized words possible. Upon hearing my explanation, Jiuer clearly found it somewhat hard to believe. Her delicate eyebrows twitched slightly, as if she were desperately trying to recall something.

Courageous yet resourceful, unflinching in the face of danger, seizing the fleeting window of the battlefield to catch the enemy unprepared with a surprise attack.

His clandestine visit to the boudoir tonight—tearing trouser legs and stripping off socks—was solely to further verify Wei Qingqing's identity.

It was only yesterday during the banquet, reminded by Gu Linpuan, that she recalled how she had truly neglected Qingyun lately. Aside from basic daily care, she hadn't visited the backyard to check on her in ages. Given how long it had been, she didn't even know if the injury on her leg had healed.

The villagers who had tagged along to watch the commotion were all crowding around the windows and doors, peeking inside while chirping and speculating that whatever trouble the Lin family had gotten into was most likely related to Second Lazy. Otherwise, why else would the police summon both the Lin family and Second Lazy?