Chapter 67: Setting Sun and Twilight Snow

Luo Qianyuyu gently waved her hands, and the divine sword she held, bright as an autumn moon, suddenly blossomed in the void. Countless sword beams cascaded down from the sword, transforming into a magnificent rain of swords that launched an indiscriminate attack in all directions.

Begonia bit her lip and glared. Seeing that Zhou Qin had finished rinsing her mouth, she brought over another bowl of dark medicinal soup.

"Roar!" The black dragon's body trembled in mid-air. Struck in the abdomen, its massive form swelled even further. Though thick and tough, preventing an immediate explosion, the creature was expanding rapidly!

"This river is called the nether river, and this place is naturally the netherworld!" Lady Houtu spoke, her voice sounding like heavenly music.

The final score was fixed at forty to ten. The professional team of Molan Middle School had lost to the hastily assembled Tianyin teachers' team in an absurd manner.

"I heard this is where the Na'vi pray? Isn't there a larger, primary one called the Tree of Souls?" Jake whispered.

Back then, when Su Bei traversed through the chaotic spatial currents, his cultivation was too low to discern much, sensing only that the old man possessed extraordinary divine powers and was an peerless expert, without knowing the exact extent of his might.

"Are you alright, contestant Fata? Can you still continue the match?" The referee ran to Fata's side and asked.

Therefore, Chu Tianxao had essentially blundered right into a den of thieves... Come to think of it, it was just terrible luck, and he had no one else to blame.

Instinctively, Olays sensed a strange atmosphere "flowing" through the present moment.

"Are you worried about Yunkong?" Orochimaru's yellow snake pupils betrayed no underlying meaning, but Tsunade clearly wore a worried expression.

One had to admit that the Blood Duke was a thorough utilitarian. Before their alliance was formed, he couldn't even speak Chinese; yet now, he could rattle off Chinese idioms quite fluently. Although the nuances weren't entirely precise, managing to speak so clearly and roundly within just a month or two meant he had undoubtedly put in a great deal of effort.

Boom, boom, boom, boom. At the break of dawn, fires blazed across more than a dozen locations in the General's Manor, and exploding paper bombs blasted building after building into the sky.

He took out the audio-visual mirror to contact Gong Xinyran, only to find that it behaved like an ordinary mirror here, completely devoid of any function.

Following this line of reasoning by Zhang Chong, Empress Lü, Emperor Taizong of Tang, and King Goujian of Yue had all done the exact same thing as Zhao Huan. Zhao Huan's peace-seeking was the epitome of an ancient wise ruler.

The reason Grandfather agreed was also because he considered that not only was your medical skill exceptional, but your martial arts were also quite formidable. Besides, Zihang was going as well, so with you there, there would be no need to worry about Zihang's safety.

However, before they even had time to act, their primordial spirits began to expand, their bloodlines began to reverse, and all of them collapsed to the ground, twitching in agony.

A single heavy loss already laid bare the current plight of Youlan City. Only two paths lay before the Trestle family.

Knowing how much Li Shengyu valued Luo Tianwang, Shen Qiuxia conceived the idea of having Luo Tianwang act as her lobbyist.

"That's not what I mean. I'm asking, just because I'm free, does that mean you are necessarily free?" The referee wiped the sweat from his forehead and said speechlessly.

"Pfft." Qinghe, who had been drinking tea, choked and coughed violently upon hearing her father's words.

"What?" He had heard of a brave man cutting off his own wrist to survive, but this was far too ruthless! The body of the Kunpeng was unimaginably massive; even if he was sucked in for thousands of meters, it wasn't something he could simply chop off. Besides, what could he even use to cut it?

"Sister, are you joking?" Wang Dabao looked at the devastated surroundings. Although the corpses and such were far away, the air was still heavy with the smell of blood. Besides, they were in the middle of a battle—did she actually want to eat? Could she really stomach it?

Leng Yue smiled inwardly. The Emperor really knew how to act. Looking at the smug expressions of the Empress and Zuo Mudan, their tails were practically up in the air, completely oblivious to the fact that they were being played right in the palm of her hand.

"Explain yourself clearly to Us." The Emperor's gaze turned frosty, all trace of anger vanishing, replaced by the overwhelming dominance of a monarch.

"Master, you should go ahead and attend to your business first. I... Linghe and I won't disturb you any longer." The First Madam scrambled up from the ground in a panic and made to leave. She dared not listen any further; the truth awaiting her was something she could not face, so she chose a cowardly self-deception and fled.

Following behind Yang Shuiling as she walked into the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse, Lang Ming couldn't help rubbing his nose and sighed, "Still hasn't changed much. What a dump, looks just as shabby as it did back then."

"Could it be that the Golden Saber and Silver Sword are the heirs of the Heavenly Sword and Absolute Saber? Have they received the inheritances of the Yundong Sword Sect and Heming Mountain? No wonder no one knows their origins. It's just strange—legend has it that one of these sects is righteous and the other demonic, so how did the two of them end up together?" Liu Shunze muttered in bewilderment.

Yet, what if this job was genuinely obtained through backchannels arranged by Zhang Ruiran? What should I do then?

Although Gu Xixi hadn't told Chen Jiran exactly how much her editorial job paid, he could guess most of it. Seeing her stutter and hesitate just now, he assumed she felt a pang of heartache over buying so many things last night. He never expected that Gu Xixi had actually swiped the card he gave her.

Besides, eighty thousand yuan was really nothing compared to the sky-high betrothal gifts demanded in many places, and the Lu family could fully afford it. Yet, I still felt my mother went too far. She had never told me she demanded a betrothal gift, and when I got married, she didn't even furnish a single penny of dowry for me.

"After the Prince of Zhao is released from prison, he will naturally have to return to the Western barbarians. Since the Princess of Zhao and her two young sons are staying in Jinghua Palace, they won't need to return to the manor either. Her Majesty's arrangement is entirely appropriate." Xu Jinrou's dark eyes flashed with a glow of admiration.