Chapter 67: The Sorrowful Woman

Capital.
The sun blazed with intensity.
Amidst the clusters of vibrant flowers, the air was filled with a constant stream of delicate whispers.
Su Tang sat in the pavilion; as a light breeze brushed past, the young lady beside her exuded an intoxicating fragrance.
A familiar flower party, familiar faces.
Yet, the conversation had shifted away from the talk of well-matched social status held last time, focusing instead on the roster.
Each of the twenty-seven provinces had its own top scholar, with the names and ages of all twenty-seven clearly listed.
"Consecutive successes..."
"You've come just in time. Help me establish a psychic link; I need to know everything about the Burning Legion!" the main body commanded.
The three of them supported each other, walked to the front of Wang Er, and knelt down. The old woman spoke a sentence with a very heavy accent, and Luo Feiyu could not make out what she was saying.

Lin Zhengying rolled on the ground, and only after the pain in his eyes subsided did he slowly crawl back to the sofa; no one came to help him up.
Facing the opponent's Saint King-level skill, Long Hao did not dare to be overconfident, instead using a domain-enhanced battle technique to transform into a sword dragon to block the attack.
Was it really so difficult for a superman to take on four ordinary people and one slightly stronger awakened individual?
"Whoosh! Roar!" A boundless, raging fire rose, burning the very heavens and earth until their forms were warped.
Others thought he was stunned with fear, unaware that he was frantically absorbing the opponent's experience.
Given that they could occupy such a nightclub as their lair, the vampire's strength must be formidable. Otherwise, how could they have avoided being purged until now? Even if demon hunters had been driven out, there were still hidden experts among the common folk—those who acted not for wealth, but solely to eliminate demons and uphold justice.
Yet, what was happening before his eyes forced him to admit that Luo Feiyu had indeed recovered his breath; he was full of vigor, looking nothing like someone who had run out of strength.
"These tickets aren't cheap, and I'm not a scalper; I'll only charge you ninety percent of the price!" Ji Han reached out his hand, looking as if he expected payment immediately.
As soon as Fan Cesheng heard this definitive answer from Shi Yushan, he immediately believed Yu Hongxian's words completely. Now, he even felt a sense of admiration for Yu Hongxian’s foresight.
At this very moment, whenever Liu Jianing was about to secure a killing blow, a similar prompt would echo in his mind. With such reminders, Liu Jianing felt incredibly astonished, for this was truly an unexpected turn of events.

As early as the previous night, Krul Tepes had secretly galloped all the way to the temporary capital of the Never-Setting Empire.
Li Zhehua had yet to show any reaction, but Tu Shan Meimei spat out a mouthful of blood upon hearing this—she was furious.
Li Shen did not intend to hand everything over to Li Ke; the furniture and handmade soaps were enough. After all, one can know a person's face but not their heart, and who could truly discern Li Ke's hidden intentions? He was never a simple character, and Li Shen knew that if he were to play mind games with Li Ke, he would be no match for him.
"Boundary Breaker!" The old man’s expression changed drastically at this sight, his hands gripping his battle blade tightly as if preparing to unleash a martial art to strike at Lin Xiu.
Behind that man stood two peerless Grand Princesses and the black banners that had long since been planted across the Northern Continent; two thousand soldiers marched in perfect unison, silent as the grave.
Furthermore, apart from that leader zombie, the other first-rank zombies were very slow, and they should be able to take them down. The leader zombie, having just had an arm hacked off by Zhang Yi, stood on the ground clutching its severed limb, as if attempting to reattach it to the wound.
"Continue along the path ahead for three hundred meters," a man's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Damn it, these gorillas are shameless and cunning! They’re using oil to burn us just like in ancient times, the bastards." The cultivators from China who had been teleported out touched their heads; their hair had been completely singed off, and they could only curse as they stood there bald.