Chapter 67

Where the cold wave swept through, even the sky seemed to freeze in an instant, transforming into a world of ice. Yet now this icy realm was tinged with darkness.
“They’re here!” cried one of the Black Scorpion members as he spotted us, and immediately others from the nearby street were drawn to the commotion.
He felt an urge to crush his cell phone in frustration, but finding Coco was more important. He cared nothing for the absence of light, and pressed onward, fumbling through the darkness.
Upon hearing the sound, I saw the hem of the zombie costume worn by the Skeleton whip around several times. There was no wind in the room, so the movement was undoubtedly caused by it.
Qin Xiaoyue closed her eyes, her long lashes trembling, then lowered her head and kissed Wu Di’s forehead.
After giving these instructions, Wu Di quietly opened the door, slipped like a phantom into the basement, and slowly made his way out the villa’s back door.
The young man before him, a few years older than Wang Xuanyuan, had been mingling in Hollywood for two years, surviving by revising others’ scripts. His dream was to make his own film, to direct it himself.
“You’re talking nonsense!” Zhao Kaijun was infuriated by Chai Zhenhai’s words. When have we ever been bullied so much that we dare not even leave our base?
This line, perhaps, was the true crux of the conversation. Even if the Demon Clan refused to join the war, they must not be allowed to exploit the situation as they did in the Battle of Zhuolu, for then the Celestial Court would be beset on all sides, and any hope of victory would vanish.
She was invited to a dinner by a famed matriarch in the circle, but she never expected anything significant would come of it.
Medusa’s gaze was laced with murderous intent—she had not anticipated Zhao Zilong’s strength would be so formidable.
Carlo retreated swiftly, narrowly dodging the kick, but Arlia spun, sweeping her leg across the ground, then lunged forward. Xing Tianyao tilted sideways and flicked upward, snatching away Carlo’s other Blood Sakura Blade.
Xie Wujie’s “Tiger Claw of Taiji” was unpredictable—sometimes fierce and domineering, like a tiger descending the mountain, swallowing rivers in its might; sometimes ruthless and cunning, as a predator pouncing upon its prey, felling the enemy in a single strike.

“We have been ordered by Marshal Yue to reinforce the northwest, fighting battle after battle, and our supplies are nearly depleted. Yet, we have received no support—not troops, not provisions. Out of desperation, I broke through the city to seek reinforcements.” Yang Zaixing spoke weakly, his face pale as death.
If it were an ordinary Martial Saint, even if Mo Fan could not defeat him, he could at least delay him for a considerable time.
He knew Tanaka Suimeng regarded him as his greatest foe, and he reciprocated that enmity. Their last encounter in Huamian was but a first clash; neither had discerned the other’s true strength, and neither could prevail over the other.
Only after his two senior brothers departed did Chen Feng emerge from behind the boulder, pretending nothing had happened, and headed to the cafeteria for a meal.
Liang Fei shivered involuntarily. He had expended great effort, thinking he could finally subdue the fellow, only to find it all came to naught.
“Don’t be like this. Trust me—so long as I live, I won’t let anything happen to your sister!” Li Yongle patted him on the shoulder, offering comfort.
In the human brain exists a “sea of thought,” from which mental strength arises. Here, thought begets spirit, and spirit can fill the sea. The meaning is, if one’s spiritual power is cultivated strongly enough, it can move mountains, fill seas, summon rain with a gesture, and kill from a thousand miles away.
These martial artists care nothing for the law! They are governed by the law of survival. If you offend me, I must have you killed. Dong Ao understood this all too well.
Zhang Xinyu muttered under her breath, evidently jealous. Zixuan’s appearance was extraordinary, her temperament ethereal, and Zhang Xinyu naturally felt uneasy.
Gao Chong saw two people in the ring forcing their way out, seized the opportunity, and called, “Come here!” He reached out his hand, Zhao Duofu took two quick steps to stand before him, and Gao Chong clasped her hand, forcing his way through the crowd that had separated.
Wang Neng listened intently to every movement inside. Upon hearing Ye Weiyang’s words, Wang Neng felt a burst of joy; though these girls quarreled with him openly, they had already accepted Ling Mengqi in their hearts.
Despite having guessed at it beforehand, he still felt he hadn’t thought it through enough.
At that moment, Wu Fangfang’s grandfather merely glanced at her, then slowly closed his eyes, showing no intention of responding.

For disciples of the Thunder Clan, Lei Ting’s victory was indisputable. Yet it paled before the upright triumph of Lei Ming; compared side by side, Lei Ming was clearly superior.
As for Liang Qing, whenever he encountered an enemy along the way, he would first unleash his flying sword in a slash. If the opponent failed to react in time, he would force them into chaos, driving them back and clearing his path.
Gao Chong could no longer bear the insults. Previously, Shi Daitai had struck him once, and he hadn’t retaliated, grateful that Master Shi Jinghui and the others had saved and sheltered him. But now, with Zhao Duofu bullied, he could not endure it any longer.
Sun Naizheng calmly approached the microphone, bowed to the leaders and guests, then sat down with ease and began his report.
“It’s me, sister,” Tong Zixuan said with a gentle smile, reaching out to touch Chuxin’s head.
Just then, a dark red net fell from the sky, enveloping the corpse demon and trapping it tightly.
Yet Zhang Haoxuan and his companions remained silent. I lit a cigarette, crouched down under everyone’s gaze, and drew a multifunctional baton from my pocket, pressing the switch to reveal the dagger mode.
Now, let us speak of Gong Pu, the old man. Ever since he offered to step down, he hadn’t handed in his duties for over two years, firmly resolved that he would not relinquish power unless a worthy successor was found.
Her body passed effortlessly through the Dream Demon King’s palm, through his arm, through his body.
“Spare us! We’ll tell you everything you want to know!” Number Six rasped, his voice hoarse. Under the annihilating divine thunder, they too suffered greatly, especially after witnessing the black-clad man’s soul tortured so mercilessly. They had become desperate to surrender.