Volume 1, Chapter 63: Ye Ling Felt... Felt a Bit Guilty!

That person wore a cyan long robe and possessed an elegant bearing, yet his face was half-concealed by a dark, pitch-black mask.

Yuedai, I am sorry. I cannot bear to leave you behind either, but we truly must bid farewell in the next life. I am sorry, I am going to keep my Yudong'er company. Mi Dou looked at the relentlessly approaching Grim Reaper, utterly powerless to struggle further, and closed his eyes in a sigh to await death.

"Lin Tianxuan, is it? Very well, I will remember you." Xu Yanbin felt an extraordinary surge of anger within his heart. He stared at Lin Tianxuan for a moment, as though he wanted to carve his appearance deep into his memory.

Whether the Pang siblings desired the rare treasure was secondary; for them, as long as they could bring trouble to Xiao Zhuo—even the slightest bit—they would be immensely pleased.

Right at that moment, seven colorful arrows suddenly shot forth from the hands of Red Dust Dream toward the seven "soldiers."

"I know! But asking me to just give up this Guild Creation Token is something I cannot do." Supreme Emperor replied in an extremely low voice. At the same time, his face remained adorned with a calm, unruffled smile as he looked outward.

This time, all the members of the Zhou family fell completely silent. Even the previously defiant chuckles and mutterings had vanished entirely. Zhou Yong's face remained flushed red, yet he no longer had the face to shout anything further.

And the most crucial element was that teleportation array. If those teleportation arrays could truly be destroyed, it would undoubtedly be a joyous occasion for them.

Stepping onto the raised edge of the crater pit at the bottom, a wave of intense heat rushed toward his face. Qiao Zhenghong looked down into the pit with a sinking heart. The rock mass of the mountain's massive primary spine had snapped right in the middle, and palm-wiped cracks extended arrogantly and infinitely, wedging a figure clad in black silk armor right in the middle.

Of course, this was merely Reizer's conjecture. To be honest, based on experience, it came remarkably close to the truth.

"From now on, you are only allowed to think about winning during matches! If I catch anyone being absent-minded or listless during a game, prepare to meet your doom!" Yu Manman declared, raising her whip and letting it fall with a resounding "crack" that made the team members tremble three times over once again.

"Keep the exact same smile from just now for the entire day tomorrow, until you get off work." He let out a cold snort, turned around, got into the car, and waited for someone to deliver the items he wanted.

The powerful figures stared at the completely frozen fluctuations, a trace of confusion flashing through their eyes. Evidently, they had failed to discover anything. Thus, they subconsciously cast their gazes toward Meng Xiang, seemingly hoping to glimpse some clues from him, while those watching the battle from afar shared the exact same thought.

At this moment, Mihu crouched low, hiding beneath the window, picked up a stone from the ground, and tossed it toward the gate two meters away.

While in the Heavenly Court, she had never experienced winter. All four seasons were as warm as spring, and even dressed in a single fairy gown, she felt no chill.

The surrounding onlookers grew dizzy, thinking, what kind of ghostly, intertwining antithetical couplet is this? White, yellow, red, black, green, blue, purple; north, south, east, west—seven colors and four directions. I fear even immortals would be unable to match this.

Upon entering the second layer, Reizer did not discover anything out of the ordinary, so he did not linger. He merely reminded Lobu to heighten his vigilance, and then swiftly searched for the entrance leading to the third layer—the place of Mephisto's imprisonment.

"Inspector-General, this subordinate's Seven-Star treasured sword has been sent to my wife's maternal home for safekeeping, and thus could not be brought here for the Inspector-General to admire. I hope the Inspector-General will forgive me." General Li replied.

Lan Ji said no more. She knew that General Ti would never allow the Ti clan to be plunged into the abyss again, so he and Huyan Ao would certainly not share the same goal.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to go into battle. Even if I must forfeit this life, I will slay this Chairman of the Sanctuary Federation." The Moon Demon God Agares tentatively suggested.

The Eternal Desolation Sword Dao of Ye Meng circulated for a full cycle, forcefully suppressing the sword Qi that Wang Jian had left lingering within his body.

That afternoon, the weather was quite pleasant and clear. Chai Hua sat leisurely in front of the large glass windows of the Infinite Purgatory, sipping tea while gazing at the scenery downstairs.

"Judging by their equipment and pace, the maintenance of mutual support formations during reconnaissance advances, and the cooperation in building a firepower net during shooting, it all indicates that they have received rigorous and systematic military training." Mo Xiaosheng said concisely, pointing out the basic characteristics that only appeared in individuals who had undergone strict training.

If he lacked distinct features and uniqueness, how could Night Demon Wolf Silver Coin possibly become popular? He wouldn't have come here in person today either.

Before taking office, I had already studied several topics related to writers. Moving forward, I will develop the work of the Municipal Writers Association in two distinct directions.

The crowd nodded one after another. This was the first time they had heard such comfort, and it felt genuinely warm, alleviating much of their depressed mood.

That Zhao Guangming had still provided him with ample support in his work, even after being driven into such an awkward and humiliating corner by Li Tianyi, was something Li Tianyi had never anticipated.

The vast horde of demon soldiers who were still climbing the city wall and had yet to break through were actually wiped out entirely in a single strike by the Hellhound.

Could it be that something concerning Lang Hongxiang himself had allowed him to discover that incident, and thus he wanted to use this matter to settle old scores? And incidentally settle accounts regarding his own affairs?

"Is that so? That's wonderful, it will be much more convenient for us insiders from now on." Zhiyin felt a wave of secret delight, not expecting that before the money was even withdrawn, a connection had already been established.

The surrounding crowd let out a low roar in unison, raised their baseball bats, and rushed forward, swinging them down viciously.

"Young Master Ye, you may state your conditions. As long as you can save my son, everything is negotiable." Guan Long refused to give up; he continued to follow Ye Bai.

Mind as clear as a mirror, no self within the world, single-mindedly seeking the elixir, circulating the incantation of power, thoughts arising from the heart, every flower and leaf generating life, a world existing within the Universe Cauldron, spiritual energy controlling all things, life and death following my will, turning to ash, vanishing in smoke, karma revolving, this perishes and that is born, that perishes and this is born.

Seeing Wu Wusheng staring intently at the canyon, Gusi immediately instructed a powerful expert to go and check the location of the Howling Moon Valley. If the Howling Moon Valley was still right there, he would undoubtedly exterminate everyone within the valley today, including the Wolf Emperor.

"Ridiculous. Your Five-Clawed Golden Dragons merely possess a relatively high bloodline among the dragon race; it does not mean you are the direct lineage of the Ancestral Dragon. Our Black Dragon clan's ability to suppress you Five-Clawed Golden Dragons precisely represents the majesty of the Ancestral Dragon." The Black Dragon said with disdain. The Black Dragon clan was one of the few species capable of suppressing the entire dragon race.