Chapter 60: The Earth Demon Old Ghost Attacks

With a retreat of some ten paces, he brushed past Xiao Liang. Firing a final arrow, he then gathered Lin Jiaruo into his arms, turned, and leaped away.

The Princess's guards, however, had previously received instructions from Lin Jiaruo. The moment they spotted Yan Wangxi approaching with some free time, they immediately entered the tent to report.

Thus led to the scene just now. Although Shangxi Dongzan had received military orders, he could easily have dispatched someone to summon Lun Xinuo and his remaining troops back. Yet, since he was already in the vicinity, how could he not come and see this person named Qin Tianci?

As one of the Twelve Azure Underworld Sovereigns, Lady Meng held a transcendent status, and not every guest was worthy of being greeted by her personally. The Prince of Ding, representing the Human Sovereign, naturally possessed such qualifications.

"This subordinate is ashamed; we have no clue whatsoever. There is truly not a single trace of news regarding who went to the Shaolin Temple to steal the 'Jianghu Order'. Therefore, this subordinate believes this is very likely deeply connected to the conspiracy of An Lushan and his faction," Third Brother He replied.

Consequently, Lu Chuan not only wielded the True Fire of the Sun with increasing mastery, but his ability regarding the principle that nothing could escape being burned or destroyed had also grown vastly more formidable.

"In his youth, His Majesty the Emperor suffered an unexpected mishap during a certain cultivation session. He sustained severe injuries to his primordial vitality afterward, leaving behind a hidden affliction that could never be completely eradicated."

Within the territory, however, the research on formations was spearheaded primarily by Feng Yue and the elderly Wang Yue. The former specialized in complex magical arrays, while the latter focused exclusively on lethal combat arrays.

"Nowhere can we go, but definitely not west! To the east, we shall cross the river immediately." Having said this, Han Xianrang whipped his horse's head around and galloped ahead toward the direction of the floating bridge he had previously ordered his men to construct. Seeing that their commanding general had made his decision, the captain of the personal guards had no choice but to rally his companions to catch up with Han Xianrang and cross the river together.

Only soul essence was used. Third-tier soul crystals were far too tyrannical, and moreover, Yan San's purple mansion had only recently formed and was still in the nurturing stage, which was why he used a second-tier soul crystal instead.

As agreed yesterday, starting today Avela would no longer need to chop firewood. Today, he and Uncle Huo were heading into town to purchase some supplies.

Additionally, Sabo also reunited with Luffy, and upon discovering that Sabo was still alive, Luffy was filled with boundless joy.

"Young man, never push things to absolute extremes; otherwise, the consequences will not be something you can bear." A deeply dangerous aura emanated from Fatty Tu. The Dinosaur tribesmen beside him all took a step forward, and upon seeing this, the other star systems also stepped forward in tandem, putting on a stance of fighting to the bitter end.

The red-sinking-wood stool was as hard as iron and immensely heavy. With it, the man was hoisted entirely off the ground and hurled out the door. He tumbled through the air like a sack of grain, landing in a pile of mangled flesh as the reek of blood spread frantically through the entire lair of the Bloody Hand.

Feng Yong nodded in agreement and chimed in, "This place certainly resembles a lunatic asylum, and it surely won't let you down." With that, Feng Yong's fist hurtled toward Zhang Lang. Even before the blow reached him, the violent gale of the fist made the skin on the surface of Zhang Lang's body sting in advance.

"I am not talking nonsense. Uncle, Liang Yiqi returned from studying abroad, and I was her first boyfriend. When she later took a fancy to the young master of the Mu family, she dumped me—you didn't know about this, did you?" Wei Hoping figured that if he wanted to get money from Liang Siji today, he had to resort to drastic measures.

Xiao Lang offered words of comfort, and then ordered Cai Jun to devise a method shortly to lure Cai An or that palace maid over.

Her grievous injury in the first match against the smiling scholar was no pretense; the second match was a reluctant struggle after merely suppressing her condition; in the third match, stirred by pity for the old man, she took a solid internal injury... Even if the Snow-Jade Transcendent Physique defied the heavens, it still required time. The intermission was simply nowhere near enough for recovery; she had barely managed to stabilize her condition.

Never had it been so quiet, nor had she ever viewed the scenery from such a tricky angle. Such a view could only be called beautiful, yet unlike what she witnessed this time—a beauty so shocking, a beauty that took one's breath away.

"As long as our items are more valuable than those of the others, the man surnamed Su will surely be tempted..." Luo Yijian said indifferently.

The advantage of the Yuandu Academy was the great convenience of using the teleportation arrays. Since Yuuan was the capital of the Empire, naturally the teleportation arrays could not be located inside the imperial palace, so there was a dedicated department responsible for managing them—the Teleportation Hall.

Tie Xinrun glanced at this vulgar Tibetan. Although this fellow looked rather foolish, at that exact moment just then, he had somehow forgotten about the imminent prospect of losing his head, seamlessly substituting it with the notion of returning with a cunning merchant's head instead.

Severely wounded, an absolute critical wound! At this moment, I even doubted... whether this body, beaten almost to the point of collapse, could still hold on even if I retrieved my soul and returned to it. Could it be that... the very next moment after my soul's return, I would truly die?

"Xiao Ziyan, you are becoming less and less reserved!" Song Muxin reached out to push him away, rapidly pulling back her legs and slipping nimbly to the other end of the table, preparing to descend from the opposite side.

Night had already fallen. Danli's profoundly chaotic consciousness was brushed by the night wind, and as his nose caught the exotic fragrance of nanmu wood, his vision instantly grew much clearer.

"Pour the tea." Chu Yiyi spoke once more. Sixin, feeling helpless, could only obediently pour her a cup of tea. Watching her raise her head and drink it down with a composed expression, Sixin could not help but tighten her fists, her eyes fixed intently on Chu Yiyi, terrified that something might be amiss with her.