Chapter 64

For those eliminated at the very beginning, the audience could only offer sighs of disappointment. However, their gazes were immediately drawn back to the 360-degree, flawless, vivid projections hovering above the central plaza.

Those colliding coffins were as if pulled by a magnet, all squeezing toward the most prominent golden coffin in the very center.

Looking back, it was a dark-robed youth from Yuan Yan's contingent, pointing straight at Mo Shang and shouting harshly.

Pulling his thoughts back, seeing that it was lunchtime, Shen Ye got dressed and went to eat; if he didn't eat soon, he would starve to death.

Inwardly, he plotted to find some excuse tonight to give Gou Shengzi a beating when he got home, letting this brat watch him get beaten without lifting a finger to help.

After leaving the Dong residence, An Nan did not head to Huainan. In fact, that so-called aunt was entirely fabricated by her, merely concocted to create an excuse for leaving the Dong family.

Indeed, Gu Jinchen had often gone on missions before, occasionally staying away for a month or two at a time.

With such delicate features, no wonder he performed dan roles in the pear garden. His mind was filled with images of the original owner performing on stage; she must have been truly beautiful back then.

One could see the elderly Blood Slaughter Sect elder, sitting cross-legged on the central stone chair, raise his head and slightly close his eyes.

The two factions confronted each other. Mist Rain Sect had only sent a Saint Sovereign, whereas Xuanyi Sect had two Martial Emperor-level figures present. Before any negotiations could take place, Ye Xiao, lingering among the Xuanyi Sect, intentionally revealed himself to the Mist Rain Saint Sovereign.

A youth who fancied himself exceptionally heroic and valiant ought to feel admiration and reverence when encountering a legendary hero renowned for military exploits. Yet if that hero possessed a temperament too cold and a disposition too foul, refusing to entertain others, it was terribly easy for the youth's admiration and reverence to curdle into envy and hatred.

"Roar..." Seeming to have finally found an outlet for the grievances it had just suffered, it abruptly lowered its head and unleashed a ferocious roar straight at Old Nine. Not only were the trees around Old Nine shaken into a rustling frenzy, but the turf beneath his feet was nearly peeled back entirely by the shockwave.

"I can only channel my internal energy to her and see if it can help her withstand this for a while." Ye Kun was naturally extremely anxious, yet utterly helpless, and could only hope that this would prove effective.

Li Yunmu was slightly taken aback. They had already defeated the Black Qilin; why was it not over yet? The divine beast guarding the seal had already kicked the bucket.

Hearing those footsteps echoing from the other side, Ye Tianyi took a deep breath, cautiously poked half his head out to peer down the corridor, and then scratched his head in confusion.

Lu Yan's speaking cadence slowed down considerably; anyone with discerning eyes could tell something had happened.

Circling the jewelry building twice and picking off five more men, Old Nine finally ran out of opportunities. However, by this time, his injuries had completely healed, so he charged at the jewelry building once more, ruthlessly forcing his way in.

Tears still stained her face, yet upon receiving the Chieftain's definitive answer, she beamed with irrepressible joy.

Seeing that Ah Jiu and the others had long since run off while she herself was left in such a disheveled state, He Yurong flew into a rage. Indiscriminately, she delivered vicious slaps to Chunxing and Qiutao, then cursed as she stomped her way back.

Mai was amused; this tactic still worked like a charm. Otherwise, if he had been allowed to continue running amok, he truly would have had no way to counter him.

Since the time was not yet ripe for another tax reform, he could only rack his brains for alternative solutions—and for now, the best opportunity seemed to be the shortcut offered by the previous dynasty's treasury.

To speak the true state of affairs aloud would likely court execution, so Ke Qingqing blurted out first, "Sun Hua said he wasn't fully satisfied the other night, and wants the two of you to meet him at the dilapidated temple again tonight." As she spoke, she exchanged frantic winks with Shangguan Yun.

The ancient copper coin suspended above the heads of the Tiankui clan, nourished by the surge of vital essence spat out by the Great Elder, instantly burst forth with an even more dazzling brilliance. As the radiance poured in all directions, a formidable aura emanated from the coin itself.

Because the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the Realm of Cultivation was exceptionally dense, terrain like deserts simply did not exist here. This was Guo Yangming's first time beholding such a landscape, prompting him to turn his gaze toward Luo Xiu beside him.

With that, Sun Wukong's body was consumed by scorching energy, reducing it to a cloud of fine ash that drifted away in all directions, while his projection still stood proudly in mid-air. The projection reached out with a beckoning motion, gathering the ash left behind by the monkey into a single hair that floated toward him and lightly settled into his palm.

"Humph! You know what's good for you!" Zhao Xin remarked indifferently upon seeing that the crowd had ceased their chatter, and holding Ah Li, he strode toward the restaurant.

Li Zhicheng sighed softly, casually withdrawing his sword as it dissolved into the void. Seeing this, Liu Xiangze also sheathed his sword and turned to walk away. Mei Hanxia was still breaking out in a cold sweat; when Liu Xiangze's sword had struck, he had been just as powerless to resist as Ye Jingsi, with the blade resting directly against his throat. It was evident that Liu Xiangze's swordsmanship was little inferior to Li Zhicheng's.

Although Liao Qinger resided within the Zhong estate, she still maintained ties with the members of the White Lotus Sect. Yet aside from Rushuang, no one knew her whereabouts, nor did anyone know of her relationship with Zhong Nan.

With a flick of his wrist, Zhang Ming stowed the bone blade at his waist and assumed a drawing stance, instantly funneling countless life force energies into the weapon, causing an eerie, mesmerizing light to ripple along the blade.

Unable to locate Zhou Bing'er, Zhong Nan had no choice but to try his luck at the Ma residence. Qiuxiang had lived in the Ma family home for many years; if she intended to leave Suzhou, she would undoubtedly bid farewell to the Ma family members.

"Except what?" Qin Min's expression tightened as he immediately pressed for an answer, yet the moment he caught the Second Elder's smile, he knew something was amiss.

Had Ding Yi known Liang Haiyan's thoughts, he probably would have laughed dryly. He most likely would have told her that she was really overthinking things; a former store manager could hardly be called an ant, but to treat her as an enemy? She truly wasn't qualified. Why bother calculating against someone like that?

After all, even if Han Shengqi chose not to rely on shuffling techniques, stopped memorizing cards in advance, and refrained from using perspective skills, his baseline card-playing prowess was still formidable enough that he wouldn't easily lose a match, allowing him to boldly use this time to hone his card skills.

At that moment, the layer of black true essence before Mo Xingchen slowly dissipated, fully revealing his stern, grim face to everyone present. His aura was somewhat turbulent, making it clear that blocking that strike just now had hardly been effortless for him.

Even the three-headed hellhound and the bowl-shaped demon were present, though Xinze Jian deliberately flew very high, leaving them with nothing to do but watch the spectacle.