Chapter 68: A Woman's Tears

When Ye Fei made his move, the bald man was so terrified that he didn't even dare to draw a full breath, let alone utter a single word of defiance on behalf of his master.

Ye Fei's pupils constricted. Although he was mentally prepared, seeing the person in the flesh still inevitably sent a shock of surprise through him.

After unleashing the Thunder-Lightning Sword, the thunder and lightning that had previously shrouded Guo Nu's entire body mostly dissipated, revealing his withered and lean physique still encircled by a few faint strands of greenish-blue electric arcs.

Jin Shengzhe controlled one complete territory and half of another. Not only did demons live there, but numerous ordinary people resided there as well. These territories and lives would serve as Jin Shengzhe's most valuable bargaining chips. Moreover, he himself was also a remarkably heavy chip.

His only presentable asset was his relatively good talent for comprehending basic cultivation techniques.

The Scorpion King's battle intent was burning and unstoppable; its massive pincers and tail stinger struck out frequently, flipping the warriors onto the ground one by one.

Calling out as he searched, Ye Ge hunted around the surface of the lake until he finally found a clue: a familiar, distinctive school uniform was floating directly in the middle of a large whirlpool in the river channel.

A tree trunk several meters thick was instantly and completely felled by the immense force of the explosion, utterly destroyed beyond all recognition.

Over the years, as the Sun family's commercial capital expanded, they had encountered countless blind fools. No matter how arrogant or formidable a person might be, there were ultimately only two endings for them: either obediently play the role of a grandson, or obediently turn into a corpse.

Seeing that the senior town official had spoken up, even the villagers who loved to gossip and stir up excitement reined in their voices, quieting down to see what the honorable town official had to say.

Liu Mianmian had always been quite afraid of Zhao Yaxin. Hearing such a threat now, and thinking of the bullying and humiliation Zhang Qian had suffered over the past year, her slender, frail body shivered, and her eyes were filled with hesitation.

With nothing much to do in the afternoon, Qin Feng planned to take Gu Xue home to accompany his mother. Having been away for the past few days and with so many events transpiring, he hadn't spent much time at home at all.

The last time I slapped him, I still felt a lingering sense of guilt afterward. Now, suddenly, I feel he truly deserved it. Does he think he is the savior of the world? "Even if we can't be lovers, we can still be friends"—just how devoid of pity am I for him to shower me with such overflowing charity? And what about his fiancée? Does she just let him run wild without keeping him in check?

However, anger aside, Antony's intentions were purely kind; refusing him further would be ungrateful, so Su Xia accepted the dinner invitation.

Qingyin did not back down. Gathering the full strength of her entire body, she struck out fiercely with a single punch. The air in front of her shattered instantly as she met that palm glowing with a cyan light.

Long Aotian turned his head slightly and saw that the two prospective fathers-in-law, who had moments ago been wearing smiles, suddenly turned dark in expression.

Jiang Wanhao tapped her fingers lightly on the steering wheel, looking at the family of three through her dark sunglasses. They seemed to be discussing something; she could only catch Su Ying repeatedly urging, "You must get it," "You must succeed," and similar phrases. It went without saying that this was undoubtedly for the sake of that car.

After several breaths, accompanied by a loud "bang," the light barrier transformed from the lotus burst apart violently.

And it was precisely these words—each one a needle, every sentence a blade—that battered Shen Shuiji's self-esteem until it was battered beyond recognition.

Back in the outer courtyard, he had desperately wanted to enter the inner sect. Yet once he truly entered the inner sect, Chen Feng suddenly felt a wave of bewilderment. Facing an unfamiliar environment, he had to understand and familiarize himself with it all over again and formulate his next steps.

"If you have that predestined affinity, you might obtain a Mang-Patterned Medicinal Pill at that time. Rumor has it that it has the power to bring the dead back to life. Although that is an exaggeration, it still holds some substance and will be immensely beneficial to your body." The Ninth Elder, on the contrary, was not so anxious; by enticing him with benefits, he wasn't afraid that Chen Feng would refuse.

Utilizing the exact same blade technique through this dagger, its might instantly escalated by more than a single tier. The pale-blue, surging torrents that had previously been capable of withstanding seven or eight blade Qi attacks were instantly torn apart, while the several illusory beast forms condensed from the pale-long mace let out a single miserable cry before being directly slashed apart and dissipated into a wisp of drifting smoke.

The subordinates behind the Heavenly Demon Sect Master nodded and hurried out, leaving only Motian still in the grand hall. With his hands clasped behind his back and his fists tightly clenched, a trace of helplessness crossed his expression before he suddenly relaxed his palms.

Overwhelmed by a stabbing pain, I couldn't even curse out loud, so I simply flashed a contemptuous middle finger at him. Old Jin cupped his fists in gloating triumph and said, "Captain Wu, I accept the win!" With that, he scrambled up and climbed onto the first bronze hanging coffin.

Yet Zhenru likewise could not endure Yang Jian's cries. With a backhanded slash of her blade, Yang Jian's voice was abruptly cut short. Yang Jian felt a dizzying spin, caught sight of a headless corpse out of the corner of his eye, and then lost consciousness.

Yang Jian's consciousness instantly regained clarity, and a faint but definitely existent strange brainwave was emitted. However, the moment it made contact with the outside world, it was compressed back into his mind by that formidable oppressive force. Simultaneously, the external pressure began to gradually recede, and Yang Jian's brainwaves finally diffused outward.

Chen Feng's initial wave of enthusiasm was instantly doused like a basin of cold water by the Demon Spirit's mockery. His complexion shifted instantly, his entire face turning pitch black.

The various kingdoms in the north were crying out in distress. Seeing the two behemoths drawing closer and closer, they had no idea whether they should be on guard against Prince Meade or Yang Yi. Every monarch felt tormented. At this juncture, Yang Yi and Prince Meade each dispatched envoys to persuade the various northern kingdoms to surrender.

Meanwhile, in Saeki Castle, Saeki Tomotaka was still unaware that he was about to face a full-scale invasion by the Ryuzoji clan. Just after angrily dismissing Mishiro—who had been released to deliver a message—to go rest and recover, he was immediately requested an audience by another unexpectedly returning key figure.

"Kubai, you are so devoid of conscience. Think of how I, Xiuxin, cultivated in the mountains for a thousand years without ever leaving. For your sake, I left the mountain to seek you out, yet you are so heartless." As she spoke, tears welled in her eyes, her tear-stained face making her look even more exquisite. Fox demons were inherently skilled in the arts of seduction, and her current appearance was all the more alluring.