Chapter 63

A blade of wind grazed past Yang Chen, cutting through his protective aura. With a soft tear, a long wound opened up on his body.

Collapsing onto the warm, large bed, Lin Xiaohuan fished her phone out of her bag and deftly dialed An'an's number. Since she had left An'an behind without explanation, the least she could do was offer an apology.

However, if Bing Qirui were the type to let such an opportunity slip by, he would never have been able to found such a massive Federal Telecommunication Group.

She had assumed that Zuo Muyang's deliberate protection was merely to prevent any harm from coming to Murong Tian and avoid implicating Wei Yefeng.

For him to dodge a single blow was already a miracle. Golden Cores came in many varieties, but the one before them clearly belonged to the tier of true powerhouses.

Lin Xiaohuan turned to leave, but suddenly a tall figure loomed before her, forcing her footsteps to halt abruptly.

Her face flushed crimson as she shrieked "you, you, you" repeatedly, not daring to speak too casually for fear of giving Ye Zhen another opening that would spiral completely out of control.

Suddenly, a blinding flash of light descended from above, and as luck would have it, struck the very hilt of the Sword in the Stone.

Accompanied by a cry of agony, Li Zixiao gently kissed Qin Xiqian's tightly bitten lips.

Achius breathed a sigh of relief, while Shenxing Wuji's mind was racing with a thousand thoughts. What was going on? Had he failed the examination? That top-tier grade would never have failed under any circumstances, which meant there was only one possible conclusion.

Yet Fairy Yue, a mere youngster, had accomplished it with effortless ease, leaving them utterly bewildered.

Seeing this, even Ma Dong let out a breath of relief, though he immediately cast a look of lingering doubt toward Dongfang Fan, knowing full well what was at stake in his own heart.

In less than three seconds, a stone seal condensed into shape. The might of the Mountain-Moving Seal grew even more terrifying, radiating endless precious light as it suspended in mid-air, suppressing the entire space.

Originally, Director Xu and Doctor Jiang wanted to persuade him to stay, but since Li Xiao's departure was already decided, they had no choice but to drop the matter.

"Ha ha, the King of Hell is truly worthy of being the supreme figure of the younger generation. I concede." The Master of the Intercept Cult completely submitted. Judging by Li Xiao's methods, even if he were to step in himself, he might not necessarily gain any advantage against the former.

Beneath the blocks of ice, boundless ocean waves formed a vortex. Within the vortex, a figure with hair as white as snow emerged from the depths of the water, walking toward the present as if striding from the opposite end of time itself.

The reason Chu Yi used telepathic mind transmission was to prevent Zi'er from overhearing his conversation with Lin Yishang.

Everyone tried launching a few attacks, only to find that the layer of blood-colored light enveloping the exterior possessed an extraordinarily formidable defense, rendering their strikes completely incapable of breaching it.

The last half of the sentence coaxed a tearful smile out of Feng Feiyue, who never expected Li Xiao to still have the mood to joke at a time like this.

Damn it, you are Huaxia people! Upon seeing this, the expressions of the three island nation martial artists altered drastically in an instant.

After hearing Chen Yu's teasing remark, Pang Yuntian's face turned as dark as ink, his expression exceptionally grim. He stared fixedly at Chen Yu, his eyes filled with accusation, convinced that she was a wicked person—an absolute, through-and-through villain.

This was not a matter of respecting status or hierarchy, nor of whether to lead the vanguard or keep the strongest at the front. All three of them knew their own abilities were lackluster; even at the ninth rank, they would be entities that others could kill with a single blow.

To ensure Ouying Yingqi's safety, he placed a call to Nangong Linnyi. He certainly wouldn't have bothered if not for Ouying Yingqi.

While everyone else showed off designer cosmetics, handbags, luxury sneakers, drove supercars, lived in mansions, and traveled the world.

"Darn it!" Liufeng clutched his giant sword, his aura surging violently as his inner murderous intent and rage swelled to their absolute peak.

It was much as I had imagined—crafted from bronze and bearing the clear marks of frequent burning, blackened at the bottom just like a furnace cauldron, and engraved with patterns similar to those on the cauldron itself.

Even if the Chen family could not bring themselves to accept Chen Kang, they at least had to ensure his safety; that was the bare minimum.

"Take a look at your own face, who did you get into a fight with? Getting yourself into this state before your wounds have even healed, are you trying to worry me?" Jin Lingao wore a look of deep concern.

"You transferred away from Shengilan without a word back then, and I never expected you would end up at Gongming." Mi Xue curled her lips. She had tried inquiring about Ouying Yingqi's whereabouts at the time, but simply couldn't find out anything, which had left her feeling depressed for quite a long time.

Liu Xingzuo nodded and stood up to write a letter to Nurhaci. What he failed to see was that the moment he turned around, the Pengling's vacant gaze flashed with a cunning glint. Nor did he know that this very letter, expressing his reluctance to leave Yizhou, would cement Nurhaci's determination to take him down.

Every time an autonomous consciousness concealed within a sword was spent, that sword would shatter and become scrap, while the powerful spiritual energy or malevolent aura it possessed would dissipate into heaven and earth, reducing the broken blade to mere mortal iron.

Seeing the substitution board showing number 2327 in the distance, Jin Yuan felt a pang of reluctance. Yet his performance in this match had truly been abysmal, marked by only a single shot—and even that had been skied, wasting a crucial chance to turn the game around. Wenger promptly substituted him off.

"Understood." Liu Fengcai was a man of few words; although his expression turned somewhat strange upon hearing these instructions, he still nodded in assent.

That heavy fragrance was sweet like a bowl of alluring poison—irresistible, compelling one to drink it down to the very last drop, even as they smiled while blood flowed from their seven orifices unto death.

At this moment, everyone present knew that the two of them intended to target Jiang Chong. To speak up and interrupt would inevitably mean getting dragged into a clash between two powerful ministers, so they all kept silent.