Volume 1, Chapter 66: Unable to Bring Oneself to Do It

Gallus watched the bizarre spectacle in utter astonishment, dumbfounded as he saw the familiar Kestrian Violet leap down from one of the red dragons and land on the ramparts of Cicorfa Castle. The surrounding guards fled in terror, clutching their heads.

The crazed witch doctor fell silent. His skeleton-like frame remained rigid inside the bear-hunting cage, while the surrounding campfires let out eerie, whimpering wails.

With a sudden pivot, Qin Ming swept his sword qi forward, his figure flashing repeatedly. Every movement brought him instantly beside an inner disciple of the Demonic Cult, and a simple, effortless stroke of his sword was enough to cleave their mortal bodies asunder.

Wu Jiuzhou’s skill at Dou Dizhu was naturally superior to Han Shengqi’s by a couple of grades. This greatly pleased Han Shengqi, for the more formidable Wu Jiuzhou’s card-playing became, the greater the advantages Han Shengqi could reap.

In the past, for Bai Qing to advance from the first tier of the acquired realm to the ninth tier required sixty-four years; but now, Bai Qing could achieve the exact same breakthrough in a mere thirty-two years.

Later, when Zhang Xiaoxiao returned from Xinghua County and reported to him Duan Zetao’s actions after being blocked at the county committee gates by migrant workers, he knew immediately that this Duan Zetao was not cut from the same cloth as him. A subordinate who would disregard all consequences for the sake of his own beliefs was undeniably perilous in the extreme, and he silently resolved to keep a respectful distance from Duan Zetao.

Back in 1999, any private enterprise with annual sales of one billion was considered immensely powerful and dazzling. A cash cow like Vane, with annual profits exceeding one billion, was absolute and peerless.

Next, the dealer dealt two cards to each of the six players. Han Shengqi received a five of spades and a nine of diamonds—the two cards neither formed a sequence nor shared the same suit, leaving very little chance of winning this round.

Yet, as the saying goes, where there are abnormal events, there must be demons at play. If Fugaku were merely the child of an ordinary family, Mitokado Homura might have regarded this as his inherent nature. Unfortunately, he was a scion of the Uchiha clan, which forced Homura to treat the matter with the utmost caution.

"Do we need to teach him a lesson he won't forget?" Xin Zejian looked toward He Huandong. The burly man standing in front of him instantly broke out in a cold sweat, yet like a true man, he refused to retreat even a single step.

"Junior brother!" He heard his junior sister shriek. The Crystal Beast grew to the size of a man once more, radiating a terrifying heat from its entire body. It leaped onto the wooden ape's shoulder, directly spewing flames into the air, and then brandished its fists while screaming at the wooden ape. Chen Chen knew those flames were merely used by the Crystal Beast to intimidate the wood ape and would not genuinely burn him.

This was the gap, and also the reason why the monster race was never truly accepted by the demon clan.

Beneath the slope on the left, Saro discovered an anomaly protruding from the surrounding snowbanks. Approaching it, Saro brushed away the surface snow with his hands, revealing a wooden signpost carved with an arrow. "It seems we have a direction!" Saro said.

After all, thousands of Martial Sovereigns had emerged from the Immortal Earth, and acting in unison without holding back at this moment, the dozen or so Martial Kings who charged forward were utterly slaughtered in the blink of an eye.

Having languished in the stuffy room for a month or two, I finally grew restless and ventured outside. As I walked along the road, I noticed quite a few people casting strange, quizzical glances at me. Feeling somewhat perplexed, I suddenly caught sight of an old acquaintance, whereupon I smiled faintly and directly raised a hand to greet him.

Gu Guoguo smiled and immediately burrowed inside, obediently pulling the quilt up, leaving only her head exposed as she stared fixedly at Ji Jin Xun.

Amidst the high-profile announcement by Rafael, thunderous applause erupted from the audience, and countless flower petals rained down upon the nearly fifty-year-old man.

Glancing back at Tang Yun, whose body was trembling and convulsing slightly while muttering unintelligible words beneath his breath, Wei Songping helplessly scratched the back of his head.

Moreover, he had only grasped a superficial framework of the second stage, managing merely to condense a five-pointed star rune, while failing to unleash the full might inherent to that second-tier starlight.

This was the signal to retreat. By this time, the soldiers of the Yuan army had also reached the verge of collapse; they simply could not bear to suffer any further slaughter from Zhao Rui's forces. Hearing the signal, they hurriedly turned and fled in panic.

"Related to my mother? Yu Zichen, make yourself clear—what is that supposed to mean?" Qingrang knew that her mother's identity had always been exceptionally unusual: she bore no surname, only a given name; she had no maternal family and no relatives whatsoever outside the Danmu clan, much like an orphan. Yet she often heard her father recount in secret the bygone glory of her mother's youth.

Zhunti and Jieyin also formed cultivation hand seals and began to practice. Within the Hall of Grand Clarity, their cultivation realms smoothly reached the latter half of the mid-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm. With just a few thousand more years, they would be able to elevate their power to the late stage of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

Guan Zhibing's lone-hero goal driving straight into the heart of the enemy was undoubtedly a powerful shot in the arm. The morale of the Shangda team members soared, and in the subsequent matches, they played with far less timidity.

This rare location, miraculously unswallowed and obscured by the dark fog, was none of other than High Priest Sadu, lying flat on the ground with eyes tightly closed, a numb expression, a withered appearance, and a grayish-blue complexion.

Mr. Bai had never intended to recruit Hao Kun from the very beginning. Because of certain connections, the two of them were headed down different paths—not only different paths, but paths of life and death.

Although it stood very high, praying for blessings here was remarkably responsive. Even though the incense was not as bustling as in other places, a fair number of tourists still arrived every Sunday.

"If you don't believe me, go look in the mirror. Tsk tsk, shy and bashful, radiant as peach blossoms. Never would I have imagined it—never in a million years," Yan Xiaoxiao said with an exaggerated expression.

The slap mark on Tang Tang's face had faded somewhat, but it remained severely swollen and red, and the stitched knife wound across her face was still glaringly conspicuous.