Chapter 62: Another powerhouse is about to emerge from the Winner faction

Elder Lei, who was already visiting the Qiu family, listened in silence to Ying Li's words for a moment before nodding in agreement, "Very well, let her take your place in descending into the tomb."

After hanging up the phone, he said to the Qiu family ancestor, Elder Qiu: "Ying Li has agreed to enter the tomb, but his granddaughter will go in his place."

"His granddaughter? Can his granddaughter take his place?" Elder Qiu's face darkened. "His granddaughter is only in her twenties and has never participated in tomb raiding before. How can someone completely lacking experience venture into the extremely perilous tomb of King Wu?"

Shen Moyun felt a slight chill in her hands, causing her to instinctively rub the warm teacup with her fingers to ward off the inexplicable and creeping coldness.

The next day, the situation remained identical, and this state of affairs persisted until the fifth day, when it finally truly came to an end.

In short, that silver was definitely obtained through illicit means; otherwise, she wouldn't have needed to resort to drugging the Marquis in order to buy time to smuggle the silver out of the estate.

It was not until this moment that the massive wheel-shaped battle axe unleashed by that figure flew into the sea of flames, crashing heavily into the previously formed large pit amidst a cloud of flying dust. On the other side, the towering black mountain smashed into the ground, causing the earth to shake, though it missed Zuo Hai.

With a wave of her hand, Nalan Chuchu sent the silk net enveloping the Moon-Gazing Hound soaring into the air, hurtling toward a valley on one side where it crashed down among the ravines.

He knew very well that whatever the Spirit race was hiding and did not want him to know must be a deeply painful matter, which was why the Nether Emperor hated him so intensely.

Doyle was stunned out of his wits. He stared blankly at Kellogg, then rushed with anxious expressions toward Avril, who had already turned into an ice sculpture. With wide, tense eyes, he wanted to ask Kellogg why this had happened, yet he did not dare to speak.

Earlier in Lady Bai's chambers, she had spoken from the bottom of her heart, only to be flatly rejected by Lady Bai.

Upon hearing this, Lü Bu's heart sank, yet his expression remained utterly composed. Separated by a distance of thirty paces, his tiger-like gaze swept indifferently across Kebineng. The sudden oppressive weight of that glance caused Kebineng to instantly choke on the words on the tip of his tongue.

Along the path of commercialization, Dameng felt he had succeeded, and he had indeed reaped substantial rewards, but this was never his original intention.

Two of the Spirit race's half-immortal peak powerhouses refused, and consequently, they were controlled by Ye Bechen's divine sense.

Following closely behind were a uniform fleet of large vessels exceeding a thousand *liao* in capacity, all with shallow drafts. Aside from essential supplies, each ship carried a minimal cargo load, striking the optimal balance between stability and speed.

"How about this, let's add each other as friends. If you encounter any difficult problems in the future, you can come to me, and I'll do my best to help you solve them!" Su Yu said, sending a friend request to the Mist Walker.

An army typically has only a single general, or very few of them, and by the side of each general are several subordinate commanders. The so-called lieutenant generals were in reality these deputies serving beside the main commanders; to sound more impressive, they were referred to as lieutenants.

In stark contrast to the host's jubilant tone was Qu Moheng's somewhat stiff expression.

Although Shangguan Xiong was a special-grade retainer, he had never participated in the meetings of King Yue's faction. Even if he had occasionally heard Zhang Duxi mention Xu De, it was merely hearing his name without ever laying eyes on him. Therefore, it was entirely reasonable that he did not recognize him.

The situation was deteriorating further, and the emotions of the elders grew increasingly agitated. At the very brink of losing control and descending into a riot, a turning point appeared.

Manzi seemed accustomed to such situations; after a slight shift in her expression, she quickly returned to normal. With a graceful wave of her delicate arm through the empty air, the cheering from the audience gradually subsided, and Manzi's voice once more resonated across the entire venue.

"A fine place, well-suited for my cultivation," Ye Bechen murmured as he crossed his legs and began to absorb the Chaos energy.

"Beast, let's see how arrogant you can still be with me now!" With a fierce glint in his eyes, Mo Lang poured a surge of power into his sword, stabbing ruthlessly once more into the body of the Green Nether Python.

Wang Si was positioned at the vanguard of the formation. Seeing Qin Canghai lead his troops in a charge, he commanded the Earth-Dragon Heavy Cavalry to meet the enemy. The three divisions moved in a pivoting encirclement, closing in on the storm army from all four sides.