Volume I, Chapter 66: Prodigy Triumphs in Three Examinations, Chen Family Relatives All Show Their True Colors

“It’s nothing more than a tortoise shell—what else do you expect?” Jin Buhuan sneered as he saw Yao Ziyi’s expression.

In the distance, the spectators had already noticed Meng Nan’s peril; the members of the Wolf Squad all turned pale at once, crying out in alarm.

With that, Yan Fan unleashed five distinct types of elemental energy from within, his power surging wildly. In an instant, he sent all the stone pillars flying. The sect leader was struck with terror and tried to flee, but it was too late—Yan Fan’s next attack had already arrived.

On both banks of the Long River, whenever someone was swept ashore by the turbulent waves, anxious relatives rushed forward to identify them, desperate to know if they were still alive.

Having thoroughly understood the rules, Zhang Di smiled confidently, thinking the first trial unexpectedly simple. He immediately focused his gaze, using the art of sight to scan the spiritual valley seeds in the sieve several times, quickly forming a rough estimation.

Now, Ye Kong possessed four fragments of ancient maps, his cultivation far surpassing what it had been in the Southern Wilds. Finding the location of the Heavenly Gate was no longer a difficult task.

Thus, although the black piece could not escape its doom, the situation became even more complex. The two opponents exchanged attacks and defenses in turn, gradually playing over a dozen moves.

With a clang, the bloodied triangular blade fell to the ground. Brother Honest, despairing, knelt with his head hanging low, his entire body trembling, especially his right hand, which had just gripped the knife—it shook uncontrollably.

None of the assassins had ever seen the contact person, but the contact knew all their faces. In this sense, the contact held a higher status than the skilled assassins themselves.

When Ye Luo saw the elderly man seated in the center, his expression grew solemn. Though he could not immediately recall the man’s name, he remembered this face clearly from numerous major news broadcasts on television, always speaking on behalf of the nation. The weight of his identity was self-evident.

“Could it be because humanity is not flourishing in this era, leading to such circumstances?” Ling Yun pondered quietly the difference between the city’s guardian deity and the city god.

“So! What do we do next?” Gaocheng Saya, walking ahead, suddenly asked. “That’s a good question! Let me tell you all!” Cheng Li, who was at the rear, replied.

Prince Eitel Friedrich spoke, “General, I have come because someone wishes to see you. I am here specifically to invite you.”

Aside from Li Anan’s singing, which was average—she’d barely score sixty in a KTV rating system—the rest was fairly good.

In the distance, Ling Yun and the Ten Shamans of Spirit Mountain were busy at their work. Ling Yun gathered data to calculate the geography of the mountains and rivers, passed the results to the shamans, and the Ten Shamans made precise adjustments.

Sadly, this held no attraction for Ye Luo, for it reminded him of the terror once imposed by the three great dark arts of Asia: the domestic photo-editing techniques, the cosmetic surgery from Korea, and the makeup artistry originating from Japan.

At two in the morning on June 18th, in the German 9th Army Group headquarters, Chief of Staff Lieutenant General Erich Hopner was awakened by his adjutant.

“All right, all right! You’re here and already talking about games. Well, we’ll be off now. Souta, come play when you have time!” Yuuki Asuna said, pulling the verbose Yuuki Koichiro away. Tachibana Kanade waved to Yuuki Asuna.

Not until the divine light had completely dispersed into the universe did the auspicious glow slowly fade away. Ling Yun sensed intuitively that someone had passed on.

The Han Army’s Red Banner officer, faced with Ajige’s cold interrogation and intense gaze, was under great pressure, stammering in reply.

It seemed proving his innocence had become extremely difficult, a dilemma from every side. Still, Windstrike felt that no matter how hard it was, his first duty was to protect Jingjing and fulfill the promise he had made to her.

In the Desert of Death, the sandstorms were fierce—unlike anything ordinary. Even immortals entering were blown apart, their souls scattered, their bodies destroyed. There was no life here, only endless yellow sand and intermittent storms.

“I’ve already chosen your burial place for you. Wouldn’t it be a shame to abandon it now?” Zhou Lei said with a cold smile.

When the revolution succeeds, the Night Raid will join the revolutionary army in founding a new nation.

Alice’s shoulder-length hair swung with her movement, her demeanor bold and heroic. Her curvaceous figure was accentuated beneath tight black leather.

“The kitchen maid in the dining hall?” Wu Meier asked with some confusion. “How did you find her?” This connection made logical sense, but the leap between characters was jarring.

The Emperor of Heaven, taking advantage of the Vermilion Bird’s distraction, finally escaped her grasp and hid behind the emerging figure from the void passage.

“These low-grade spirit stones should be enough for me to break through to the peak of the Pill Gathering stage, right?” Looking at the pile of spirit stones in the cultivation chamber, Yi Jianfeng stroked his chin and murmured.

“Don’t be careless. The initial difficulty of this quest is king-level—it’s not simple. This is a reward quest; though it won’t hit us with devastating blows right away, neither will it hand us the reward easily,” Li Xiang cautioned.

Yuan Na and Ling Chong had no objections to Yang Nan’s actions. The three cultivated the Way, each pursuing their own path without interference. Yang Nan’s efforts to convert demons and monsters to righteousness was a great merit, and they would not oppose it.

Ye Feng flicked his finger, and a ball of green wind wrapped around the decomposed steel particles, slowly beginning to spin around him.

Meanwhile, Mu Yu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, clearly wounded internally! But Meiniang was also suffering; half her head was instantly frozen by Fei’er’s frost spell, and she clutched her head, howling in pain.