Chapter 65: Extra: Tea Party

A flash of sword light swept past, impossible to trace. With just a single stroke, Zihan charged toward the battle stele, materializing in an instant. The two of them were shocked, raising their hands to unleash a barrage of seals crashing down upon Zihan. Yet, the moment those seals struck, Zihan's body dissolved into a lingering afterimage.

How could Monk Tianlong allow Shangguan Yun to harm Zhuang Yan? He extended his arm, which seemed to lengthen invisibly, and followed closely with his feet, hurling two fierce palms directly at Shangguan Yun's back.

Under the bright, flickering firelight, Mei Hanxia's face was illuminated in a rosy glow, making her look breathtakingly beautiful. Li Zhicheng felt a ripple in his heart, but hastily suppressed the distracting thoughts.

Long Xiaoqing shuddered with revulsion; from Jiang Yuxuan's gaze, he could tell the fellow was not just making idle threats—he genuinely intended to devour him.

It was glaringly obvious that they had become embroiled in a battle between the supreme fanged beast species and the ancient calamity, the Ruinous Dragon. Moreover, the Azure Rathalos marked as their target had also been discovered lying dead within its lair.

"I'll kill you, drink your donkey blood, eat your donkey meat, and skin your donkey hide! The efficacy of that blood ginseng must not have worn off yet," Yuan Shoujun glared at the black donkey, flames seemingly spew from his eyes. He gnashed his teeth with a crunching sound and clenched his fists so hard they cracked.

Seeing that Su Zhi'ai showed no signs of anger from beginning to end, Bai Yueguang finally let out a secret sigh of relief.

Once caught, dealing with a suspect against whom the evidence was ironclad naturally involved all sorts of methods. Red-Hair obediently spilled how everyone had gathered at eight o'clock in the morning, and Vice-Captain Nie immediately commanded his men to thoroughly surround the unfinished building, rounding up the rest of the accomplices who had sneaked in.

Watching the two figures disappear into the woods, Li Zhicheng suddenly let out a bitter laugh, stood up, and walked straight ahead. He strolled at random without anyone to guide his path. The island lord's paths were numerous, lined with blooming flowers, yet every route seemed identical.

Following that, Wang Fan pressed on with renewed effort. Despite his previous successful experience, he still failed a few times before finally managing to craft five wind-blade formation flags and a sandalwood formation disc.

Li Xiong and Fan Ju looked at me with pained expressions, at a loss for how to persuade me. Liu Ling bit her lips hard, furrowing her brows as she stared straight at me with a gaze full of adoration, her eyes brimming with deep affection. Exchanging glances, Li Xiong and Fan Ju realized that saying anything in my current state would be futile, so they had no choice but to take their leave.

Through the identical gate of light, Su Yan walked straight in. After a brief dizziness, when he opened his eyes again, the scenery before him was not much different from the first level, save for the absence of the old gatekeeper. The entrance was no longer a glowing gate, but a dark vortex towering over a zhang high, shrouded in a faint halo.

At the critical moment, Simon abruptly drove his heavy sword downward, using the wide, thick blade to block that fiercely powerful punch.

Just as Jia Xu's ultimate skill shackled Lü Bu, Liu Feng's Cao Jie whirled around and unleashed a flurry of basic attacks upon Lü Bu. Meanwhile, Meng Huo, who had been overlooked, turned the tide of the battle.

The "Ma" character banner of the Xiliang army fluttered wildly in the wind. Ma Chao burned with pent-up fury and nowhere to vent it; he glared fiercely at the tightly shut city gates and the stone barricades piled outside. He roared, "Shoot! Fire at will! Shoot those turtle bastards out!" The infantry loosed their arrows toward the ramparts, a swarm of projectiles flying like locusts.

Zhao Yun had long since sensed the incoming arrows. With him around, Zhuge Liang would never suffer the slightest harm, while Li Xiong was protecting Lü Wenqi. In any case, he felt grateful that Lü Wenqi had meddled earlier, preventing a direct clash between himself and Chou Muzi.

The face known as EDRIS was a hawk-like visage, and the wrinkles formed by the cloud layers amply demonstrated his great age. Yet this single face alone was enough to make the surviving elders of the dark world prostrate themselves in such devout worship.

Ruilin played his role as a plant very competently, lifting the white fox fur cloak he had snatched up high and asking the bustling clerk a question.

Though Sanbao did not dare press too closely, relying on his slightly superior cultivation and the might of the Eight Desolations Saber, he held the absolute initiative.

When Sanbao finally regained consciousness, he discovered that at some unknown point, he had recovered control of his physical body, and Feng Ji was gone.

The banquet on the top floor of Jiangnan Mansion was still proceeding in full swing. Li Sansheng conversed and laughed freely with the two elder dignitaries, and with the presence of Yu'er and Wang Zi, the atmosphere was quite harmonious. They only chatted about trivial matters and had yet to get down to business, seemingly each waiting for the other to take the initiative.

Watching the complex expression on Money Tiger's face, Zhang Yang could not help but laugh. Ordering some fine wine and good food, he heartily partook of the feast at the Baxian Restaurant. This night had not been entirely without harvest; at the very least, Zhang Yang had severed two of Lü Xiangchuan's fingers and, naturally, also hoodwinked Han Tang.

Out in the arena, Reno fought with blood-soaked madness, his battle intent blazing like the fire of the burning heavens. Even though he was sent flying by Bu Hongchi again and again, he grew bolder with every fall, fighting relentlessly unto death until even beads of sweat broke out on Bu Hongchi's brow.

Today, Yang Jingxing not only wasn't late, but waited for Tao Meng right downstairs at her teaching building. Tao Meng walked out alongside Kuang Jing and Chen Xiaqing, and upon seeing Yang Jingxing, broke into another exasperated smile.

Yang Jingxing was less mischievous than before, merely tossing out a few lighthearted remarks. Wang Rui, frantic over the phone, found him completely unteachable.

Indeed, regarding this point, Liu Qingshan had repeatedly emphasized it to General Barras beforehand. Because General Barras was specifically in charge of commanding the ground combat forces following the amphibious landing, such matters naturally needed to be communicated primarily with him.

Xu Yangyi's eyes lit up. If he hadn't paid much attention to the first talent, the second one was genuinely practical.

When everyone anticipated what Qiu Wu would say next, they found that he did not utter another single word for a long time.

"No problem!" Wu Xing said through gritted teeth as he retrieved a jade pouch from his spatial bag and poured the fluorescent powder inside directly onto the wound on his shoulder. Instantly, a burst of luminescence flared, and Wu Xing's injuries began to heal at an astonishing rate.