Chapter 61: Picking Up a Bargain

"Brother Zilong, go call that young lady over here. I'll kneel and apologize to her; if she doesn't forgive me, I will never get up!"

"Is this what you call bearing the responsibility of your own actions? This is clearly moral kidnapping, putting that poor girl on the spot and coercing her into forgiving you!"

Chen Zilong said through gritted teeth, his voice bone-chillingly cold, his face ashen, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. Rage consumed him, and his sharp, dark eyes were stained with—

Moreover, a divine position imposes severe limitations. For instance, a water deity governing a river has that river as their divine domain; they can move about freely within it without restriction. However, the moment they wish to leave the river's domain, it becomes exceedingly difficult.

At this moment, seeing that Fan Yan was consuming an enormous amount of spiritual energy, he knew that if this continued, she would definitely suffer from exhaustion. Furthermore, they were completely failing to stabilize the shifting of the mountain body.

"You lot, make your move! Defeat me, and whatever is inside the fallen mountain will be yours." He glanced around at Liu Yi and the others as he spoke.

The waiter's greeting made both of their expressions change. The emotions contained in the corners of their brows were certainly not identical, but that sense of trepidation was unmistakably the same.

The Queen Bee looked at Zhuge Shangming with suspicion. Although what he said sounded very reasonable on the surface, she remained half-in-doubt. Yet, owing to the disparity in their intelligence, even though she disbelieved him, she could find no reason not to believe him.

Of course, when acting alongside Liu Feifei, he had experienced similar complex feelings, but Liu Feifei possessed an aura of someone untainted by worldly affairs. The moment he laid eyes on Ge Qingran, however, strange thoughts involuntarily arose in his heart.

In fact, Xiaojie had figured this out long ago; he had merely been blinded by the changes brought about by his berserk state.

Ling Xiu smiled and made no reply. Xu Sanming was the only person who had managed to evoke a sense of aversion in him within such a short span of time. He had no wish to deal with him further; he would be leaving in two days anyway and would have nothing more to do with this Xu Sanming.

Upon hearing this, Lin Wanfeng was instantly startled. This Heavenly Dao was also illustrious; without astonishing talent and opportunities, it was impossible to gain the recognition of this Heavenly Dao, let alone acquire the abilities bestowed by it.

True scriptures of the sages were no ordinary things. Created in the realm of the Primeval Sages, longevity scriptures of this caliber possessed all sorts of unimaginable wondrous properties, far beyond the comparison of modern longevity scriptures.

Ye Feng nodded. What he feared most was that Zhenglong had completely lost his mind. If that were the case, it would be extremely difficult to uncover the truth about what happened five years ago, and those events might even have been completely forgotten. However, if Old Zhangtou was right and Zhenglong was not entirely out of his mind, there was still hope of obtaining some clues.

Much like Zhang Dafu, who was still the military commander of the Southern Province garrison, what Feng Wanli valued in him was that desperate, do-or-die drive he possessed.

Two martial artists whose cultivation had reached the mid-stage of the Soul-Melting Earth Realm speculated at this moment.

Strangely enough, the moment I pulled out this broken sword, a powerful teleportation force swept me away. However, this force was so violent that it inflicted severe internal injuries on me, and it took me nearly three months of recuperation just to start feeling better.

Hearing the name Di Tening, Lin Zijiao seemed to recover somewhat. Her gaze gradually regained focus as she looked at the man in the green military uniform before her.

Mo Shang's spiritual consciousness retreated from his sea of consciousness, conveniently bringing along the magic crystal formed after the death of the Heavenly Demon.

Before she could finish her sentence, Jing Jian kissed her again. His kiss was fierce, crushing her lips and tongue, leaving her nearly breathless.

"Look at you, acting as if you've suffered some grave insult. Defeat at the hands of my lord is completely normal. Even if the Prince of Xiliang, Bai Ze, were to come in person, he would certainly gain no advantage before my lord," Qianxue said with disdain.

Zhuo Bufan formed a hand seal with one hand and placed it on the willow twig. The twig instantly pierced into Mingge's glabella. In an instant, Mingge's eyes turned dim and lifeless, taking on a gray hue as he stared blankly at Zhuo Bufan.