Chapter 62

The brilliant scorching sun gradually dimmed and sank below the horizon. Meanwhile, the anxiety among the old man and the others grew increasingly intense. Several hours had already passed, yet they remained completely in the dark about the situation inside, leaving their minds naturally unsettled.

Therefore, these individuals must belong to Master Jinglong. Even if they were not personally arranged by Master Jinglong himself, they were undoubtedly directed by those in his closest circle.

Now that they had been preempted by the opposing mecha through brute force, they were already teetering on the edge of a tower dive. If Mufeng were to charge in blindly, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"That's right, we are men! How can we let you, Mufeng, consume your life to save us?" Heiniu likewise shouted aloud.

Murong Yun felt a certain sense of release in her heart. Although Mu Yilin acted with feigned affection toward everyone else, his genuine concern was reserved exclusively for Mu Qingyou alone. That was enough.

Dragon Soldier ran over for a closer look and saw that the bamboo twigs had pierced straight into the enemies' bodies. Such formidable strength could not but command admiration. Besides, the men in black had fled in scattered directions, yet it seemed not a single one of them had managed to escape.

Following a brief moment of shock, they all burst into loud laughter. This was simply too creative! That contraption had actually turned into a "cobra," and most importantly, its extension and retraction did not hinder its camouflage in the slightest, thanks to the cover provided by that "tree hollow."

The shadow guard immediately replied, "This subordinate knows how to distinguish between priority matters and trivial pursuits." Even if something were to happen to his beloved, he would still stand firmly at his post and never leave. Even if he wanted revenge, now was not the time; his master would eventually grant him an opportunity.

Suddenly, both of their legs came to a halt, and they violently thrust the compasses in their hands into the silk ribbons wrapped around their waists.

The audience's gazes followed the shifting broadcast camera angles, watching at this moment as Fox engaged in such desperate auto-attacks, racing against time.

Spending an entire afternoon in this manner, the forty-and-some disciples took turns honing their practical combat experience. They poked the burly man a total of nineteen times with their swords, until finally, by dusk, the man knelt on the ground in agony, begging the high-ranking masters of the Mount Tai Sect to show mercy and raise their hands.

Li Haoran and Nalan Suxin still parted ways, one heading east and the other walking west, much like the ideals they held for their lives.

***

Ding Daquan had never considered such matters before. Li Haoran's words struck him like a thunderclap echoing across the firmament, stunning him into a daze for a long time. Recalling the cruelty of the Mongols, he could not help but shiver involuntarily.

He bore the grand aspiration of achieving transcendence alongside heaven and earth. As long as this grand cosmic aspiration was fulfilled, boundless power would naturally be added unto him. The source of his power was far more than mere faith; in fact, even without faith, he possessed the divinity of hope. As long as this world and its living beings were filled with hope rather than despair as before, he would naturally be able to draw a continuous stream of hopeful power.

From the dim, hazy light, Chen Xiang could perceive that beneath Luan Hongxia's dress, she wore nothing at all. Two delicate protrusions stood out remarkably clear under the illumination.

If I could leave you with only a piece of advice, it would be this: there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world, and you should never take shortcuts. — Words from the Author.

Furthermore, Li Ze and Nian Baiyang were both stationed in Canal Province. Li Zhenchuan routinely heard plenty of news regarding the province from them. Even during Wang Peng and his group's recent trip to Beijing to report, Li Zhenchuan's complete mastery over the timing of Wang Peng's actions sufficiently demonstrated that although the old man had already retired, he still cared deeply about official work.

She suddenly waved her hand, pointing toward the various generals of Gongsun's army. A blue light flared upon her, and two large blue characters flew out from above her head. However, since she was hanging upside down, these two characters appeared inverted as well. Lei Ming turned his head a full hundred and eighty degrees, taking a good several seconds to make out what the characters meant.

A sneer immediately broke across his face. He then picked up another sword from beside him, waved it before the livestream camera, and declared, "You people of the Dragon Kingdom hold Mount Longhu in far too high a regard. In my eyes, everyone up and down Mount Longhu in the Dragon Kingdom is utterly incompetent."

"According to your logic, the people at the foot of the mountain are no match for you. Why then do they continue to throw themselves forward in wave after wave? Merely to court death? There was simply no need for them to do this!" Su Chen's voice was very soft.

Unexpectedly, rather than waiting for Pei's mother to return, Pei Heng appeared before my eyes. The tie of his white shirt was already undone, and the topmost buttons were unfastened as well. He must have consumed a fair amount of alcohol; the skin from his chest up to his neck was flushed white with a tinge of red, and the scent of liquor clinging to him was rather strong.

Su Chen gently tapped his own forehead. After organizing his thoughts slightly, he also stood up and walked out.

He also intended to use this opportunity to properly introduce the students from the outside world to how they should choose their majors once the college officially began enrollment.

Taking a closer look, it was a Leeds United lineup, though the majority of the names within this squad belonged to players from the defensive line or central midfield.

***

The interior furnishings were identical to those from previous visits—quite old, yet through Li Fei's organizing and cleaning, they remained spotless and orderly.

Afterward, Sister Zhang and I bathed the children before heading to our bedrooms to rest. Before falling asleep, I still placed a call to Yu Yifan to inform him of this matter.

As the "most sincere investor," Lu Zhengyi specifically contacted Zhang Xueming upon concluding filming and preparing for a transition, reporting on the production progress.

"The president and vice-president are neither of them in the office." Looking at the completely unresponsive communication crystal in his hand, the veteran employee found the situation rather troublesome.

The remaining guards sheathed their weapons. Since they were not enemies, pointing weapons at them any longer would be exceedingly impolite.

Bian Tianci and Langwa arrived at a vast, barren wasteland. With little life existing here, there was no risk of harming the innocent, making it an ideal spot for them to engage in a thoroughly unrestricted battle.

It was hard to say. When a god had lived for hundreds of millions of years and no longer held any attachments, anything could happen.

Li Jing felt a level of confidence he had never experienced before. He wanted to immediately witness the wretched plight of that Monkey Sun. What made him even more infuriated was that his third son, whom he valued most, had mysteriously vanished without a trace. He had always suspected that the Monkey Sun had locked him away, and once he captured the monkey this time, he was determined to get to the bottom of it.

Colin frowned slightly. For a long time, aside from Paragons, numerous God-level commanders had strived to become Sovereigns' Envoys. This was because becoming an Envoy not only granted one a Sovereign artifact that vastly increased one's strength, but upon completing tasks assigned by the Sovereigns, one would also be rewarded with the power of Sovereigns.

If Colin had guessed correctly, the past incarnation of the Sovereign of Death should be the Netherworld—or more precisely, a Netherworld that had almost failed during its creation.