Chapter 66: Father and Daughter Reunited

In less than a few seconds, Ye Feng was astonished to find himself trapped within a massive vortex of a tornado, right at its very center. The howling winds were laced with razor-sharp blade-like gusts; had he tried to force his way through, he would likely have been shredded into dust.

The spiritual arts he had previously halted were once again unleashed, bombarding the terrifying fissure. Amidst the luminous backwash of spiritual power, a hazy green mist could now be discerned swirling within the crack. Among the ancient records stored within Ye Tian's semi-divine consciousness, there was mention of phenomena within such tombs—legends stating that the resting places of mighty deities invariably harbored varying degrees of frigid, baleful venom and miasma.

Hearing Regnar speak in this manner, Fals let out a slight breath of relief, realizing that this fellow had apparently decided to spare him this time.

Suddenly, seizing the opportunity, Ye Feng sprang up onto the great dragon's back. Wielding the Dragon Blood Scale Blade with both hands, he stabbed wildly and indiscriminately into its spine. Before long, the dragon's back was churned into a horrific mess, and scorching crimson blood splattered all over Ye Feng, making him look like a terrifying creature born of slaughter.

Lin Ruoxue glanced sideways at Su Chen and remarked, fully aware that this scoundrel was merely seizing the chance to take advantage of her.

The roads outside the capital had originally been broad and level, and the carriage Qin Feng rode in was exceptionally comfortable. However, as the procession ventured further, the terrain grew increasingly rugged and treacherous. Qin Feng's carriage struggled heavily against the path, to the point where certain sections became completely impassable, forcing their way through by sheer brute force on several occasions.

The shield system ceased its rotation the moment the A.T. Field supply was cut off, yet it halted in a position that covered the incoming space with absolute precision and zero blind spots. Only a behemoth like the EVA could force open such a massive, heavy chunk of iron—a rather fascinating piece of design, it had to be conceded.

Crouched near the low perimeter wall outside the ancient temple were two young men clad in dark red martial attire. Though both of them longed to slip inside the ancient temple to investigate, the intelligence they had previously gathered indicated that the cultivation level of the person residing within was formidable indeed. Eager as they were to enter, they dared not alert the enemy prematurely.

Tano Eimitsu nodded mechanically, her body and mind having reached that critical instant of collapse from which there was no return.

"Boom!" Gray mist surged, the ocean roared, and countless mountain-like giant waves soared into the sky. The blue pagoda trembled violently before being blasted away. Yao Muchen let out a muffled groan as he spewed a mouthful of dark blood. His body curled backward like a withered leaf before crashing heavily down beneath a distant rock wall.

"What a gorgeous tower bridge! I've only ever seen them in movies before, but seeing one with my own eyes is even more magnificent," Zixia exclaimed in admiration.

Xue Hao burst into laughter amidst his lingering tears—the very picture of crying and laughing all at once.

Mindful of Xinyi and the others, and knowing that in a few days he would have to enter the Seven Realms Cavern for another round of rigorous training, Han Xiao departed the Dragon Planet on the afternoon of the seventh day and returned to Earth.

Liren unconsciously grasped Li Yuan's left hand at this moment and burst into hearty laughter. "Everyone, please rise." Li Yuan instinctively wanted to pull away, but remembering her earlier pledge to serve as a humble maid, she flushed crimson and resigned herself to her fate with a calm facade.

Liu Yuehua’s tall figure appeared somewhat desolate beneath the stadium floodlights, and his body trembled slightly as he walked toward Han Xiao.

Meanwhile, Wushuang Taoist's horsetail whisk, transformed into a myriad of steel needles, descended to shroud Han Xiao's entire face.

"This subject expresses his utmost gratitude to Your Majesty." After speaking, Liren showed not the slightest trace of respect on his face; instead, his gaze remained fixed unblinkingly on Noble Consort Jia as his mind raced with entirely different thoughts.

Catching sight of those shadowy figures, Han Xiao flicked his wrist, hurling his Crimson Child Sword into the air. With a sharp "swish," it soared aloft, its sword Qi undiminished. At the same time, his right hand struck out abruptly, releasing a radiant white halo that swept over those murky silhouettes, instantly trapping them all within its radius.

Yu Man's words had already taken everyone by surprise, but upon entering the bedchamber, they were met with a sight even more astonishing: Old Master Yu, who had been on the verge of death just moments before, was now sitting up against the headboard with a gentle smile. His face had miraculously regained its healthy glow, and his eyes were clear and serene.

Wang Xian was slightly stunned; this was merely a fabricated remark he had improvised back then to cultivate his persona as an immortal recluse.

Watching the two figures dash toward a shop with a public telephone, then glancing back at the person confronting Brother Ma, he suddenly recalled the mention of the young master of the Xi family, his jaw dropping wide open in realization.

Sensing something ominous in Elder You's anxious tone, Wu Qiaoyan felt a sudden surge of panic. She hurried over, squatted down beside them, and swiftly pressed her fingers against Luo Qizhi's wrist. Her innate natural energy continuously welled up, seeping slowly into his meridians as she probed cautiously for any internal injuries.

Throughout the remainder of the journey, having experienced the bandit encounter, Wu Qiaoyan decided to mind her own business entirely. She even began actively circumventing heavily populated areas, which unexpectedly afforded her glimpses into numerous scenes of deceit and treachery among mortals.

People are most prone to sentimentality at heart; thus, Xiang Yu could not bear to break his cauldrons and sink his boats once more, choosing instead to abandon his main army, lead his personal guards in a desperate raid, and ultimately take his own life by the Wu River.

"I said, how could you still keep such a straight face? Xi Sha has always sparred regularly with Sang Yuan; your injuries right now are probably because he was holding back against you!" Nan Lan chuckled.

Sai Baiqi believed that his defeat at the hands of Hantian was not due to inferior cultivation techniques, but rather down to his own personal shortcomings.

"Hmph! This young master doesn't need you to like me!" The previously guilty-sounding Xi Sha instantly retorted, his tone dripping with his innate aristocratic pride.

The arrows used by the Donghu tribes were mostly fashioned from wolf and beast teeth, making it difficult for them to pierce thick wooden planks. Therefore, though Tian An and his men moved slowly while holding such massive shields, they successfully managed to charge out.

If this truly was the case, he would have every reason to curse the heavens in rage. To have granted him a rebirth only to deny him any chance of altering his destiny—wasn't that simply toying with him?

"What is going on? I have this lingering sense of foreboding." He halted in his tracks, brow furrowed as an inexplicable sense of dread washed over him.

In an instant, the onslaught turned ferocious. Martial arts techniques were unleashed in rapid succession, surging forward like a tidal wave to completely engulf Li Xiao.

"Among the top ten worlds, no matter which one it is, the moment an additional Realm Master ascends, the balance of power shifts. It could even elevate that world to become the absolute number one!" Emperor Huang explained.

"Without a sovereign-level powerhouse making a move, the Asura Realm can never be restored, and even that seal cannot be broken," Shangguan Yao stated in a grave tone.

With these thoughts lingering in his mind, the car pressed forward. The distance gradually closed, and the silhouette of the pedestrian grew clearer by the second.

"Cheng Yaoguang, in this hall of justice, as an imperial patroller, have you weighed your words carefully? Have you practiced caution in speech and conduct? Uttering such wild accusations, have you considered the consequences?" Deng Chenoxin cast a cold, steely gaze at Cheng Yaoguang.

As for the final piece, it was strapped securely to the back of the heavenly steed, slowly and leisurely emerging from the misty sea.

Aside from Nie Qizhan, no one was permitted to touch Lu Yu's spear. Yao Yao had once attempted to reach out and stroke it, only to be narrowly missed by its razor-sharp aura.