Chapter 67 She Wanted to Silence Everyone with a Single Smash

Upon returning to the Four Gods Sect, Mo Yu and the others watched the contents of the projection stone, all falling into a deep silence.

Ye Yanqing turned to look at the enthusiastically beaming Si Nansheng, wondering what kind of bizarre sense of humor their little junior sister possessed.

"Little Junior Sister, are you certain you aren't just playing a prank on them?" Mo Yu clicked his tongue twice and asked, looking at Si Nansheng.

"Of course not! I told Brother Qi Xuan how to use it long ago; it's their own fault for not listening to him."

Si Nansheng shrugged, this matter—

The man in purple slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing straight through Lu Yunyi's exterior and reaching into his very essence, making Lu Yunyi feel as though he had been stripped naked and exposed to public view.

Actually, I think that although Old Wei usually acts rather like a beast, sending everyone to the Bronze Tripod this time was, fundamentally speaking, the right thing to do.

Lifting his foot to step across the threshold, Jian Ning stood slender and graceful under the lamplight, raising her eyes to look at him. Due to excessive blood loss, his lips were slightly pale, with faint dark circles under his eyes, and his spirit appeared somewhat fatigued.

"I had no choice but to divide my focus once more, suppressing both simultaneously. In the end, when the old master awakened, he helped me slay that Spirit-Training Realm fierce ghost!"

"Severe is an understatement; if we had delayed any longer, I'm afraid not even a celestial immortal could have saved him." Yan Sheng stepped forward, pinching his uninjured shoulder blade with two fingers.

"President Qin, I do not know Liu Aochu." Li Yi interrupted Qin Chu's words, a trace of sarcastic laughter in his voice as he said, "Even if I did know Liu Aochu, given his influence, it wouldn't be difficult for him to shoot and kill Lin Xi and Ye Ning."

Arriving at the flat ground where the two mountains met, the team stopped for a brief rest. Wang An庆, Jian Ning, and the others carefully inspected the surrounding clearing and found it relatively safe with a nearby water source, making it ideal for the logistics group to set up operations here.

Yan Zhiyun removed her hat, revealing a flawless and breathtaking face. Crossing her slender legs, she cast a probing look at Yun Yiren, who was lying back in the car seat.

Indeed, Cheng Huiying intended to certify Han Ningwei as a Ninth-Grade Advanced Artifact Refiner on the spot. As the dean of the Artifact Refining Academy at Tianhua Martial Arts University, she possessed the authority to do so.

Fifteen minutes later, the wound was treated, and A-Biao skillfully wrapped it in gauze.

Song Ruilin was overjoyed. This was naturally much better than giving them a share of the family business! He had previously been willing to offer shares because he wanted to leverage their official status for influence. Now that his eldest sister was about to marry into an official family, the household effectively had a powerful backing, so the shares no longer needed to be divided.

Not a single soul dared to utter a sound in the grand hall. Long Qi swept his gaze across the room, a disdainful smirk curling the corner of his lips. With a cold snort, he swished his hips and sauntered back to his seat, his posture so alluring it was utterly infuriating.

These were all precautions Ji Yun had secretly taken. He preferred a slightly weaker effect, provided it guaranteed his survival—heaven knew if there were any martial masters here! In front of high-level cultivation experts, Ji Yun would likely be executed on the spot before he could even retreat into his spatial domain, which was why he dared not exchange for spiritual liquid that hadn't been diluted.

Facing Feiyan's self-reproach, Rong Ruo's eyes grew increasingly painful. He no longer knew what to say; he understood, he had always understood what kind of feelings Feiyan held for him.

Because the resources required by the Demon Clan were vast and could not be transferred all at once, Liu Ye had come ahead of time to take over and monitor all movements here.

Setting aside whether Boss Li was capable of helping out, the mere fact that he was willing to come was a gesture of goodwill, and Bu Fan had to accept that favor.

Night after night, person of the hour. By this time, Qin Zhaoli was no longer dressed in golden crown and brocade robes; wearing a simple coarse cloth tunic, he stood with a calm expression behind Qianqiao, following her as they walked over.

A crisp clashing sound rang out. Old Dog countered with a slash of his blade, and severed arms instantly flew through the air, accompanied by a single piercing scream.

"You saw Jun Xie," Ning Rui said, his gaze sweeping past Gu Ying's blood-stained hand. The blood had yet to dry, and a few droplets fell onto the floor.