Chapter 63

Three days later, the main streets of Senluo City were suddenly flooded with numerous divine-patterned masters and soldiers. They restricted the inhabitants of Senluo City to designated areas, strictly confining everyone indoors.

As a modern mercenary, Zhang Yi knew all too well how fragile human willpower could be under dark and ruthless methods.

Last night, the elderly spirit of the Demon-Purifying Pot emerged from within the artifact, gazing up at the sky with a long, drawn-out sigh.

In these flatlands, villages were densely clustered. Once war broke out, ordinary people would pack up their entire families and flee in panic. Right now, however, this particular village stood utterly deserted.

Moreover, because the exact location of the Demon-Purifying Pot could not be confirmed, Ye Haoxuan ultimately chose to proceed on foot.

He discovered that he could only advance to the next level when the gates of the Heavenly Palace were fully thrown open. This was the information fed back to him by the nine-star divine pattern, leaving him with no choice but to launch another assault upon the gates of the Burning Wheel Heavenly Palace.

Old Demon Hundred Ghosts was no fool. Sensing that the entity inside that coffin was terrifyingly powerful, he had cleared away all the surrounding demons beforehand.

Niu Datou turned ashen with fright. With a fierce kick from his right leg, he sent Zhao Zhigang flying, then immediately took two steps back to steady himself.

More and more seawater was swallowed by Augustus. Its belly swelled up like a balloon, expanding to at least three times its original size, presenting a rather domineering spectacle.

Upon hearing this man's words, the disciples of the three sects all turned livid, wishing they could immediately rush forward and tear him limb from limb.

After dropping Yang Yue off at school, Su Yang walked back, his mind replaying the events of recent times. Following last night's incidents, both the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend of the Black List had failed one after another, but this did not mean the Black List would abandon its hunt for him.

Amidst the buzzing discussions among the survivors, a second troop transport truck drove in. People saw a massive meteorite loaded at the tail of the vehicle. It was as dark as ink and sharply angled, looking more like a colossal stone coffin.

Without another word, Lin Jiu turned and walked away, leaving the crowd in the hall dumbfounded. Qingfeng gave a wry, flustered smile and hurried after him with quickened steps.

Every single bone and flesh and blood in his body vibrated intensely. Faint traces of hidden potential were shaken and aroused from his bone marrow and flesh, causing his personal cultivation level to increase by a noticeable margin.

Zhang Yuanhang suddenly snapped his eyes open. He was eager to know: if the spirits could reap such benefits, surely this powerful expert wouldn't be so noble as to exclusively harm himself to benefit others?

Seated on the sofa, the Great Shark was drenched in sweat, a cold clamorous sweat beading across his entire body. Guided by Yan Ming's enlightenment, his inner convictions seemed to grow firm at last.

Quite a few people who were attempting to channel their inner energy collapsed, coughing up gouts of fresh blood. Those with weaker cultivation bases were pressed down and bent double toward the ground, unable not only to speak, but even to utter a plea for mercy.

Drawing the Tianya Immortal Sword, Ji Kao reversed the blade and slashed a deep, fierce gash across his own arm.

He had already confessed the grand secret of coming from a world a thousand years in the future to his several wives. Regrettably, no one truly believed him. Perhaps he had spouted too much nonsense in the past, so that when he finally spoke the truth, others mistook it for rambling gibberish.

Hu Bayi, the leader, inspected the surrounding environment before turning back to address a soldier clad in old-style military uniform with a submachine gun strapped across his waist.

Ye Han grew even more baffled. It was neither a supreme primordial treasure nor a spiritual artifact—what on earth could this thing possibly be?

Even with [Blind Fighting Perception], it was impossible for Ye Qi to anticipate any subtle movement of his opponent with his eyes closed. He could only rely on the flow of the air and the fluctuations caused by the opponent's position to make a rough judgment. Undoubtedly, such judgment came with considerable limitations.

At this moment, Ye Han turned to examine his Fourth Senior Brother's other conditions: his hair was dry and messy, his face was filthy, and his clothes resembled those of a beggar. Ye Han concluded that this Fourth Senior Brother must have been locked up in the dungeon for quite some time.

Especially during the years when the First Prince held sway, the things Yang Han had done felt both infuriating and terrifying.

Amidst slightly dull and hurried explosions, the ground not far from the outer perimeter of the Holy Dragon Knight Legion suddenly burst apart. Two传奇 experts who had concealed their forms reappeared; one of them still had blades of grass clinging to his head, and the other fared no better.

Jin Ye was stunned for a moment, then suddenly chuckled. Nodding, he closed the door as instructed and lay down fully clothed on the edge of the bed.

Naturally, this did not mean he would allow someone foolish, arrogant, and selfish like Huarong to become an excuse for others to attack him. Doing so would only make him feel that he had become no different from such a person, something he would never permit to happen.

Seeing that Lin Feng not only ignored his words but dared to make the first move, Huang Yisong raised an eyebrow, let out a disdainful sneer, and swept his right hand forward as his own flying sword shot forth.

Fortunately, because a ceremony was about to be held, the commoners were still gathered at the outer perimeter. At this moment, only Chu Ziheng and Ye Chong remained in the courtyard.

Watching a streak of cyan sword light cleave through the air toward him, Lin Feng gritted his teeth and once again activated the spiritual jade bracelet on his left wrist. A protective barrier of spiritual light flared, and with a crisp *clang*, the incoming flying sword was deflected away.

I noticed that ever since we entered the door, her gaze lingered on me for a moment before slowly shifting to Nan Chengyao, where it remained fixed.

He Jin intended to trade the lives of the eunuchs for the support of the gentry partisans and aristocratic families, thereby establishing himself as the new generation of powerful statesman in the Han Dynasty, truly seizing control of the realm.

Unexpectedly, while out fishing to relax the next day, he happened to rescue a dying Pu Pucheng.

A sharp intake of breath swept through the scene. Everyone stared in utter shock as Princess Minyuan pinned the First Prince to the ground, rendered completely speechless.

The implication behind her words was a blatant warning that one day he would commit a catastrophic mistake on the operating table.

Bai Lei almost thought she had seen a ghost. Shouldn't Bai Xuan be in the West Courtyard committing adultery with Zhuo Yu, caught in the act by Princess Minyuan?

"I'll say it again: I could never raise a hand against my family! Besides, he is my own uncle!" Chu Haoran cried hysterically.