Chapter 66

With a sudden jerk and flick of the beast-hide rope in the Snow Wolf's hand, the axe lying on the ground shifted just enough to trip the tiger's forelegs as it turned around.

"What on earth do you want?" Ye Xuanyi asked Xidi vigilantly, terrified that she might demand some tricky condition.

The comforting part was that this trap wouldn't become useless after a single use, but the frustrating part was how bitterly hard they used to hunt.

The trapped players grew even more panicked. Their attacks became riddled with flaws, completely losing their previous tacit coordination.

Next was the specific manifestation of the head and tail. One end of him had grown significantly larger, with the outline of eyes appearing. The other end had become much thinner, showing a tendency to develop into a tail.

His entire body's injuries were completely healed due to the enhancement of his cultivation base. At this very moment, his attention began to turn outward. However, for the sake of safety and to avoid drawing the attention of the person nearby, he did not release his divine sense. Instead, he had Mountain Overlord and the Stone Carved Tiger Ancestor give him a detailed explanation of the situation outside.

Just as Qi Tian picked up these scrapped tusk blades and prepared to repair them, Gao Jinmei suddenly knocked on the palace gates.

The course of events, put simply, was not complicated. It turned out that Duke Ma and his disguised entourage had smoothly entered Red Sand City without spending much time. They went straight to find the banks that issued those silver notes, demanding to exchange them for hard silver.

Half an hour later, Chen Feng finished organizing the items, feeling a trace of disappointment. Having witnessed treasures like Golden Spirit Fruits and high-grade talismans, combined with the few rare items already in his possession, these precious materials no longer brought him the same sense of excitement and joy as before.

When Xidi woke up from her sleep, it was already afternoon. The outside was quiet. As she tidied up and got out of bed, the door to the kitchen was open. Xidi glanced inside and saw that food had been left in the pot for her.

"Your Royal Highness may not know this, but that skirt is said to be inlaid with countless pearls, and those ants are sealed inside the pearls!" Aunt Dou hurriedly replied.

Rescuing the Blood Saber, Feng Yang let out a long sigh. Although divine artifacts possessed spirituality, they were ultimately not living beings. After all, if a living being died, as long as the soul remained intact, there was still hope of rebirth; but once a divine artifact was destroyed, there was no hope left at all.

Having served as the Mother of the Nation for so many years, the Empress was definitely not someone who could be easily fooled by just anyone. She naturally possessed her own abilities and areas where others simply could not compare to her.

Huali had prepared the meals early, guessing that the two of them surely wouldn't have eaten before arriving, so she kept them warm over the stove, waiting for their arrival.

The Snow God Heavenly Kingdom could only capture a dozen or so of them each year, and just like that, half of them were demanded at once. The Storm wished he could chop off that Yadhana fox head and throw it into a frying pan to eat.

Yet the phrase, "When the phoenix dances, the true emperor arises," was something known to most people in the very upper echelons.

Rubbing his still-itching body, Feng Yang put on a gauze robe, then hugged Bai Yi from behind. He had grown to be shoulder-to-shoulder with Bai Yi, and sliding his hands upward, he cupped Bai Yi's fragrant breasts.

The goblin army besieging the city of Stiras had retreated! Rulachi was extremely puzzled. Usually, the goblin army would feign moves and fight a chaotic battle from early morning until dusk. Why were they retreating today when it was only just past noon?

Thwarted like this by Huali, Zhong Jianan found that the anger he had just managed to brew could no longer be vented.

With at least the early Integration cultivation stage of Ling Xuan, coupled with a full-strength strike from the Zhengang Sword—one of the nine ancient divine swords—it actually failed to scratch him at all? Just how terrifying was the cultivation of the One-Eyed Old Daoist?

"We just went out for two days, what a coincidence." Ye Zhong was startled, then heavily whipped his steed. Feeling the pain, the fine horse broke into a gallop and sprinted away.

The Northeast had already reaped enough benefits. Trying to hog everything and stuff everything into one's own pockets would only push those whose stances were already wavering straight over to the enemy's side.

Regrettably, with the increasing centralization of imperial power, the monarch-minister relationship had evolved from discussing the Way while seated during the Han and Tang dynasties, to standing in obedience during the Song dynasty, and finally to kneeling to request imperial decrees during the Ming and Qing dynasties, making the hierarchy of superiors and subordinates absolute and rigid.

The military government naturally would not tolerate such behaviors. It continuously ordered these secret societies to undergo reorganization, administered reformative education to purge them of old bad habits and bring forth a new beginning, and showed no mercy to those who broke the law and violated discipline. It successively banned a large number of them and put a stop to the roaming and traveling of secret societies.

Shalu remained as calm as usual, completely unfazed by the situation before him. In truth, this was simply due to his good psychological resilience, which didn't mean Mayor Sha wasn't nervous. If he lost today, he would essentially lose everything.

"You—what are you doing?" Han Ying's face flushed scarlet, and she instinctively pulled her foot back, but Ye Zhong held it tightly, sending a tingling sensation like an electric shock up her foot.

Master Sun sat atop a wine barrel, holding a jar of wine in his hand and drinking by himself. Gao Jue could easily see that Sun Zuoren's face was utterly haggard and exhausted, clearly having gone without sleep all night. Most likely, he had been drinking wine all night too, because looking down at his feet, there were as many as six empty wine jars placed there.

With Xu Ye's assistance, streams of spiritual energy seemed to pour into Jin Zhongliang's divine sense, nourishing his weary and exhausted sea of consciousness. Turning his head, he saw Xu Ye's pale face, her eyes filled with tenderness, but at this moment, he had no time to comfort her.

The Black Dragon Society member being questioned flicked his gaze nervously. However, seeing that the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department had mobilized such a massive force to investigate the matter, he figured something major must have happened and dared not conceal the truth any longer.

Shortly afterward, Madam Zhuang extracted all the details of Ye Zhihui's current situation in just a few words, leaving almost nothing unknown—short of the color of Ye Zhihui's underwear.

Hearing Qin Yusheng's words, Jiang Kang almost vomited blood in anger. His external forging martial arts required channeling internal force to tense his muscles in order to stretch the skin and achieve toughness.

With no time for further sentimentality, Tang Lang忍 through the pain, cast several "Guiyuan Spells" on himself to slightly soothe his injuries, and then rolled several yards away, escaping the center of the battle.

Of course, entering the Netherworld required many methods. Rushing in blindly would likely result in being devoured by evil ghosts, though he knew that Zhurong Xue definitely had a way.

Hearing the mention of a dead person with their intestines exposed, Yan Changge instantly slipped into the role of a doctor. Master Changqin was left behind her, and Yan Changge paid no attention to what kind of expression he was wearing at that moment.

Huang Xinying took her son's hand and walked into the exclusive lounge for contestants. Lifting him by his armpits, she picked him up and seated him on a chair, then removed the helmet from his head and gently ruffled his slightly sweat-dampened, soft black hair.