Volume 1, Chapter 67: You Don't Have the Ability to Repay It Either

Wu Xingxue stood outside Wuyumian's door, lowering his eyes and listening intently.
Nobody?
Yet warm yellow light distinctly spilled from the gap beneath the door.
Wu Xingxue turned the doorknob and entered smoothly.
Under normal circumstances, Jiang Yao could still slowly retake control by relying on his familiarity with the bloodline. However, he was currently at a crucial juncture of advancement, and the fleeting opening he had managed to secure was on the verge of vanishing due to the turbulent blood qi. A nameless anger instantly surged from the depths of his heart.
Mentioning Su Quan always brought a sense of sorrow to Su Decheng. He could never figure out why Su Quan had been suddenly involved in a car accident, and why his injuries had been so severe.
"So to speak, I'm even worse off than a blind person?" Wang Jiao cast a cold glance at Yang Tiangang, her tone laced with displeasure.
From then on, whenever this shield suffered external impacts, it would automatically trigger a magic array to strike the enemy off guard—truly exceptionally sharp and powerful.
Eleven nodded. Su Ruhua and Cheng Anya then stepped out of the water pavilion. It was not until they had departed that Eleven raised his head, gazing blankly at Su Ruhua's retreating figure. How could things have turned out this way?
Meeting Du Shan's eager and impatient gaze, Jiang Yao shook his head. "You are too deeply entangled, and I am powerless to help." He turned his head to look at Yang Luo.
"Brother Zhankuang, fine martial prowess!" Qingtian revealed a trace of astonishment, his gaze toward Potian growing even more solemn. In this probing exchange, he had not gained the slightest advantage at all, and had instead nearly been thoroughly beaten up by Potian.
"Um... Your name is Dark, right? Did you lose this match, or did I?" She cast a sidelong glance at the wretched-looking black dragon.
Wang Xin finally regained consciousness just as we set off, which finally allowed Leng Hanbing to set her lingering worries to rest.
Jiang Yao's figure melted into the wind, slipping into the carriage as lightly and silently as a wisp. The faint sound was entirely masked by the roaring din of the violent jolting, and the carriage driver remained completely unaware that an extra passenger had joined from behind.
During the Tang Dynasty, and even through the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, the once rapidly developing horse-drawn plow had now become exceedingly rare. As for ordinary farmers, not only could they not afford to buy one, but they could not even afford to use one.
By the time Luo Feng was invited into the palace by Cheng Buyun, the observing servants finally snapped back to their senses, realizing it was simply Luo Feng returning safely from his adventures outside.
Zhao Xin had already calculated these figures previously within the Pacifying Navy, but now they were far more detailed, serving as fundamental data spanning from Bianliang to Lingzhou.
This abruptly emerging terrifying spectacle left everyone present from both sides frozen in place, utterly silent. A myriad of emotions welled up in their hearts, yet none knew what to do.
Right then, he opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood, directly staining the Muay Thai champion's neck a brilliant crimson.
Sixty meters away, Farrer and Rodrigo gave the order to throw their javelins almost simultaneously. At the command, wooden javelins were hurled forth, crossing paths as they streaked toward the opposing side.
Clearly, that highly skilled colonel who had been the first to spot his tracks had immense confidence in the soldiers under his command.
Emperor Huaqing, Time Lord, and others continuously attempted to send video connection requests to Cheng Buyun, but all signals yielded no feedback.
If one were to view this explosive setup as a massive artillery piece, the top served as its sole vulnerability and release vent.
The accumulation of Yu Sheng's thunder origin was vastly deeper than that of an ordinary peak Soul Root realm soul master. Had it not been for his persistent inability to comprehend the Dao of transforming thunder into fire, he would have already broken through to the Soul Bud realm.
What did it mean to bring this up at a time like this? Natsuki Minamiya probably had a rough idea of what Kazami Yume wanted to do, especially since Kazami Yume had done something similar before.