Chapter 68: The Emperor Dislikes

However, Ning Yufei always maintained a serene and exceptionally calm expression, which managed to put their minds at ease.

After watching for quite a while, Ross and Jones exchanged a few words, presumably discussing the painting.

Desolation, active skill: Karthus places a mark at a target location, dealing a substantial amount of magic damage to enemies in that area after 0.5 seconds. If only a single enemy takes damage, it deals double damage.

They paid no attention to He Qing whatsoever, and of course, they had no inkling of He Qing's true identity.

Yuan Qing listened intently when suddenly He Ying let out a long, piercing whistle. Her whistle was almost instantly blown away by the mountain wind, requiring her to infuse it with internal energy to make it echo through the valley.

Ning Yufei sensed these various forces, and finally, naturally, only the power of the chaotic desolate fire remained.

With that said, General Manager Qiu, Manager Lü, and the others crowded around He Qing and his group, escorting them out of the sales office to inspect the properties in person.

Seeing He Qing leap down, Lin Haitao and Old Ghost swarmed forward with great excitement. In less than a quarter of an hour, they had all relocated to a place where the wind and sand were virtually imperceptible.

"Swish, swish, swish—" A youth dressed in white leaped down from a tree, executed a sparrowhawk roll in mid-air, and landed steadily on the ground.

They had seen it with their own eyes: that self-detonation had caught most of the Zerg legends right within the blast wave. After such a catastrophic energy baptism, anyone could figure out with their toes just how much combat capability those legends had left. If they didn't beat a dog in the water now, when would they?

Ye Zheng suddenly recalled the time when Teacher Liu published her daily update on the Imperial Palace, and Lin Chu broke his usual routine by putting down his keyboard and taking Teacher Liu out for a stroll.

At this moment, the stone altar shuddered as if it were the source of the black mist, which surged endlessly into this space, converging above into a pitch-black skull hundreds of feet wide. Its cyan-light pupils resembled two giant lanterns, radiating a chilling and eerie aura like evil ghosts crawling up from the netherworld.

Extremely cautious by nature, Liu Jianguo did not immediately lead his people onto the ice. Instead, he prudently sent another ten men across to test it. Only after confirming that it was completely safe did he boldly step onto the ice himself.

Then Xia Ling said with a grin, "Done." With that, she tossed the gun aside and patted the passenger seat.

When all is said and done, human beings are living creatures, and the primary imperative of any living creature is survival. In the face of survival, gentlemanly demeanor and the like are utter nonsense.

Swish, swish, swish! The jade sword danced through the air, instantly creating a mist of blood as many figures fell, losing their breath of life. Even Gu Fa bore multiple wounds on his body; it was not that he lacked divine abilities, but in the face of the Heaven-Mending Sword, those efforts were merely futile.

"Master, have I... passed the test?" Song Shuhang's state of mind was somewhat chaotic, and he subconsciously attributed this matter to a test set for him by Master Ye Zheng.

Earlier, she had also been quite puzzled—shouldn't it be the Soul-Returning Grass? What kind of flower was this Soul-Returning Flower? Was it the blossom of the Soul-Returning Grass?

Fortunately, she hadn't been overconfident enough to directly swing her sword to block that strike, or else she probably would have been finished on the spot.

At that moment of extreme peril, suddenly, a giant palm descended from the heavens, crashing down like a giant swatting a fly.

The malice in Mo Tong's heart suddenly surged to a peak, causing violent undulations in her hitherto calm and waveless emotions.

As an aperture opened in the center, a reinforced war mother-ship emerged. Its appearance left those soldiers who had never experienced the baptism of technological warfare utterly dumbfounded.

Two kinds of external, alien energies had been continuously eroding her body, leaving her unconscious, which, coupled with her numerous physical injuries, had brought her to the brink of death.

With less than a hundred meters remaining until the Great Emperor's coffin, the oppressive might was already intensely fierce. Although Li Yundong had received the inheritance of gods and demons, his mere Foundation Establishment cultivation was simply no longer able to hold out.

"Yuer! Don't speak, just let me hold you quietly for a little while. Only at this moment do I feel that you belong to me! That your entire heart belongs to me!" Chu Feng closed his eyes; he truly loved Xiao Yuer so deeply, and longed so much to protect her properly.

Zheng Liguang summoned a flying sword with a flick of his palm, riding the wind upon the sword as he departed, vanishing in a flash into a streak of silver light.

At this moment, his expression was sluggish, the corners of his twitching mouth contorted, and he stared at Mo Ninghong with a look of utter bewilderment, leaving only the word "speechless" to describe his state.

However, Yue Fengyang knew that even with the aid of that fast-acting spirit-recovery pill, a phantom body shouldn't have possessed such terrifying strength. Therefore, there must have been something wrong with Xu Gang's physical condition! He could not fully unleash his true strength.

"Lord Heavenly Fox has been killed!" A Nine-Tailed Fox nearby screamed at the top of its lungs, while the Nine-Tailed Foxes on the ground glared with murderous intent at the two figures suspended in mid-air.

Seeing this, Yue Fengyang gave a chuckle and shifted his thoughts; the spiky ball transformed into crystal barbs, fiercely piercing toward the enormous cocoon.

In the end, the Destruction Heavenly Sovereign spoke with impatient finality, as if "waving a hand"—though, naturally, the fleeting remnant will he left behind could not be seen doing so.

At this very moment, Zhang Damin, the chief of the county public security bureau far away in the city, had not yet left work to go home. He was pacing anxiously back and forth inside his office, his uniform soaked with sweat through and through, while the large ashtray on his desk was crammed with half-smoked cigarette butts.