Chapter 61: What a magnificent blind swordsman!

When the piercing sound of the suona rang out, Susan almost thought she was being seen off to her own funeral.
Outside the Disaster Strategy Bureau building hung two huge red banners:
Dedicate your utmost effort to safeguard the safety of BH citizens!
Endure humiliation and shoulder heavy burdens to resist external evil organizations!
A crowd of Disaster Strategy Bureau employees was gathered around, joining in the excitement and cheering loudly.
This Iris had actually spent money to rent a train, carrying a suona troupe to circle the Disaster Strategy Bureau building while holding—
Hanging up the phone, Li Zhongxun looked out at the distant lights, seemingly envisioning Ye Tian's severed limbs. Although Ye Tian could fight, the leopard's strength was undeniable after all.
"Get out of the car!" Ye Tian, still lost in his daydreams, was interrupted by a cold voice. Without even looking up, he knew it was that grand-aunt Miyamoto Kyoko. He hastily acknowledged the command, got out of the car, and followed the pair of sisters inside.
Old Li nodded, clueless as to why Wang Zihan was saying all this. He simply stared at him, waiting for her to make some sense of it.
"Hehe, this... It is rumored that the Three-Tailed Spirit Fox possesses the ability of replication. Perhaps the one you caught was merely a clone of it... I cannot simply hand the crystal core over to you just like that. This matter is of grave importance, and I cannot make a rash decision. As soon as it rains in Jiangzhou, I will give you the crystal core." He smiled.
Sun Renhu smiled without a word. From the doorway came an old voice, leaking the wisdom of someone who saw through everything.
"Nonsense! The Crystalline Phoenix is sealed inside that egg; how could it possibly issue commands?" demanded the bat demon angrily.
Seeing that Xingluo was still going to step forward, Lin Haoyi rubbed his temples with a headache. Although years had passed, Xingluo's temperament remained stubbornly unyielding. Once she set her mind on something, she had to see it through. Furthermore, for someone to ride roughshod over her head without receiving any retaliation simply did not suit Xingluo's character.
"Call them in." Zhang Yan did not seem to recognize any of the names appearing on these calling cards, having no impression of them whatsoever.
Hearing Yang Fan's words, all the members of the Sky Team tightly gripped their weapons, preparing to take action.
Darting forward simultaneously, Qian Hao threw a straight punch, refusing to be outdone. Their fists collided in mid-air with a sharp snap—though whether it was a bone fracture or a crack, it was impossible to tell.
Then, after Liu Chong spent another two days of alternating gentleness and violence at the Chen Prince's Mansion, an urgent military dispatch frightened him out of his wits: Gao Shun was injured.
Holding a white jade tablet in his hand, Yu Yan occasionally waved it from within the formation toward the Myriad-Blade Thunder Saber slashing down upon the Nine-Palaces Grand Formation. The defensive light barrier of the array, which had been battered into violent turbulence by the thunder saber, instantly restored itself to perfection the moment his multicolored radiance arrived.
Even he himself felt a twinge of guilt saying this. Where on earth was he supposed to find a spacetime bomb to open the branch gate? Could one possibly fall from the sky?
The Princess consort nodded and turned back. "Li Wen, you must be tired too. Go back and get some rest." With that, the Princess consort stepped out gracefully to converse with Luo Jun in the main hall.
"Report to the Department Head, Qin Xiao entered Aotian Peak half a year ago. He has not yet left the mountain, so naturally he remains a disciple of Aotian Peak!" the chubby man said loudly.
Old Liu was not holding a torch. Old Liu was not wearing a black robe, but merely a very ordinary long gown.
"Many thanks, General Ye." Han Bing recounted all her experiences from beginning to end, leaving Ye Nanfeng deeply shocked as well. The Sacred Water Palace had actually been destroyed, and the Flame Sect had also narrowly escaped total annihilation.
It seemed that in this dream, Chen Junyi had gained the right to decide his own actions. He stood up, mirroring the movement of the mist. However, the moment he took a step in a different direction, the mist representing No. 91's original subsequent action directly dissolved, as if it had never existed at all.
Because Liquid-Stage cultivators of Yu Yan's strength all consciously avoided formidable peers of the same realm.
Xue Wusuan was indeed curious. Even though he understood the principle behind this unimaginatively named contraption bestowed with such an explosive title by the weapon workshop, he still wanted to experience it firsthand.