Volume 1, Chapter 67: Ascending to the Twelfth Floor, Night at the Antique City

It is worth mentioning that Feng Yimo did not exterminate the Raging Surge family. Instead, he spared them, allowing them to remain within the Majestic Empire as an ordinary Heavenly Emperor clan—though, as a price, the Raging Surge family surrendered the entirety of their spiritual literature heritage. In exchange for all this, they merely bought a chance to survive in ignominy.

Such a comfortable life was one she had grown accustomed to. To change environments, to return to the places of the past and once again walk the tightrope of the gates of hell—she was terrified.

Although Junior Brother Qi could not discern anything suspicious in these few spots, nor did he know how Mu Yu had noticed them, recalling how Mu Yu had previously pointed out clues to mechanisms that even puppet ants failed to detect, he realized Mu Yu possessed extraordinary capabilities. Without asking further, he directly channeled his soul power into the Mirror of Myriad Mechanisms.

As he spoke, amidst the envious gazes of Clear Wind and Bright Moon, he picked up two fruits, handed one to Dabai, wiped the other on his sleeve, and took a bite.

The men led by Lü Peng were all wielding unwieldy chopping sabers. Accustomed to the use of long spears, fighting enemies with sabers failed to bring out their combat strength, and the two sides became entangled in a melee right before the stronghold gates.

Red resentment scattered like a plague, its heaviness making even the moon in the sky appear blood-red. Each of the many drifting evil spirits carried profound grievance and exceptional ferocity. Negative, resentful, and malicious auras instantly shrouded the mountain peak.

One could only see Li Haoqian spit out a mouthful of blood, which notably contained two front teeth.

Before his voice trailed off, Wang Hao’s expression changed drastically. A mouthful of blood violently surged from his mouth, the true qi within his body instantly plunging into absolute chaos, and his usurpation divine ability was utterly shattered in a single instant.

"Brother, your martial prowess is peerless, making you ideal for launching a surprise assault. Meanwhile, I shall lead a detachment to suddenly charge forth and draw away Ma Chao’s main force. You can lead a thousand of our most elite brothers to unexpectedly seize Emperor Xiandi of Han. How does this arrangement sound?" Pang De suggested to Zhao Yun.

Er Qing lay inside the grotto-heaven, secretly amused. Yet outside, within the boundless expanse of the Great Green Mountains spanning thousands of li, countless ferocious beasts had formed an alliance. Possessing a trace of humble intelligence, upon learning they shared a common enemy, they had broken all precedent to unite, preparing to trouble Er Qing.

Naturally, Lin Feng had no desire to end the lives of these robbers; he only needed to subdue them and hand them over to the police. Since the police had yet to arrive, he didn't mind chatting idly with them a bit longer.

"Using the Flying Thunder God to transport people is not that dangerous! Are you trying to take advantage of me!" Tsunade looked at Nanya with a mixture of shyness and anger.

Just as Maou Sadao was on the verge of collapsing due to Emi's words, Sasaki Chiho—who had temporarily parted ways with him earlier because he was changing clothes—finally darted out from who knows where.

The waiter snapped back to his senses, only to find that he was actually gripping Officer Lin’s shoulder, and the gleaming handcuffs were astonishingly locked around Officer Lin’s wrist.

The lingering, passionate kiss made the air itself turn ambiguous, as if countless pink bubbles were drifting about, brimming with sweetness.

This was a tragic romantic drama wherein Li Xiaoyao and Lin Yiru forcefully broke into the Lock妖 Tower (Pagoda) to rescue Zhao Linger, ending with Lin Yiru sacrificing herself to fulfill Li Xiaoyao and Zhao Linger, perishing within the Lock妖 Tower.

Gao Mo scrambled up in a flurry to change her clothes. The curtains on that side of the room suddenly billowed in the wind, and a corner of the curtain brushed against her face. Gao Mo tilted her head, flicked the curtain away, and inadvertently cast a glance out the window, vaguely feeling that something was amiss, though she could not pinpoint the exact problem.

Wan Guizhang shook his head, then seized the opening presented by Bai Ye and struck out with a palm. Yet at that very moment, he suddenly felt the Circulating Universe Eight Forces within his body violently shudder, nearly triggering the heavenly tribulation once again.

For a moment, everyone was extremely tense. At present, the moment Mingyue Xin’s signal sounded, a battle would erupt.

"First, Princess Qingwen has not perceived the deep-seated reasons behind the Blue Moon Empire launching a war against the Red Water Kingdom; second, resolving the crisis of the Red Water Kingdom cannot be accomplished merely by dispatching a few troops and supplies. Providing supplies and troops can, at best, allow your esteemed nation to struggle on in agony for a little longer!" Du Long slowly analyzed.

Aside from receiving familiar visitors within his own courtyard, he largely left unfamiliar visitors to be greeted by the First Elder of the Meng family, which also served to accumulate networking resources for the newly established Meng Estate.

Executing the Heavenly Dragon Spirit Technique, Lin Feng pushed the Dragon Fist to new heights, raining an increasing number of punches upon the big man.

A hook-bladed saber, a trace of bloodstained fangs; a man, a snake... Facing one another, an icy killing intent instantly permeated the entire space, freezing the realm with its chill... Such killing intent—was it human, or serpentine? I cannot tell.

Even more astonishing was that after donning this suit of armor, Lin Fengfeng’s physical movements were slowed considerably due to the heavy, earthen hindrance. This was likely the true trump card hidden up Lin Fengfeng’s sleeve.

The Seventh Princess had previously been a budding beauty, though her brows still carried an unpolished, childlike innocence. Upon seeing her now, however, that pristine elegance was tinged with a hint of allure, radiating an unmatched, peerless splendor.

Chu Yao could not help but inwardly marvel at the shadow guard’s quick wit. While she was still pondering how to explain the sudden appearance of a shadow guard by her side, he had already thought of everything for her.

The Longbow Legion’s formation fell into complete chaos, and the accompanying Silver-Armored Warriors from the Hall of Might and Hall of Soul also began to suffer heavy casualties under the counterattack led by the Great Radiant Buddha.

As for Old Man Feng, he directly gripped the titan-orc warrior's battle spear with both hands, rendering the titan-orc unable to budge unless he relinquished his weapon.

Tang Mo turned to look at her. Having completed her confinement period, she reportedly exercised every morning and evening, and her figure had indeed recovered somewhat—her waist had slimmed down, though her face still retained a touch of baby fat. Her skin was so tender it seemed water could be squeezed from it, and her eyes consistently held a faint, watery sheen.