67 Red Star

However, driven by mystic energy, this technique of lightening one's body does not violate common sense, nor does it affect bodily inertia and coordination. Since the actual physical weight remains present and the pressure reduction stems entirely from the ritual talisman, under all circumstances, it is merely a reduction in perceived weight rather than a weakening of the physical mass itself.

Chu Yu also chuckled along, for she knew that the previous smashing of the Su family estate was entirely orchestrated by Tang Qiuzhen. If there were others he might fear, would he fear the Su family?

"Jiang Daliang, if you truly possess intelligence that can please my grandfather, then you shall be considered my friend from this day onward!" said Dongfang Bingbing.

This Ye family was an extremely ancient medical clan. In the past, they produced Ye Tianshi, who was hailed as one of the ten greatest ancient physicians of Huaxia. Even before and after Ye Tianshi, the Ye family had actually produced no less than ten grandmasters of the medical Dao.

Once this thought formed in Ye Chen's mind, he immediately began to intensify the power of the Imperial Universe Formation. Moreover, within the formation, Ye Chen incorporated the array patterns he had previously copied.

Hearing this, the Profound Yin Ghost King nodded slightly. So be it; the Profound Yin Ghost King had originally intended to heavily employ the Fire-Inciting Demon after this battle, but he had not expected this fellow to be so utterly useless.

Tension, fear, and as she stared into Momo Bai's eyes, even the steadfast Chen Jing felt her hair stand on end. The terror, comparable to that of the Profound Yin Ghost King, was experienced in its entirety at this very moment.

Even he himself had one of his legs broken before being expelled from the organization, and the father and son were directly cast out of the city. To survive in an environment teeming with wild dogs and wolves would purely be a matter of his own good fortune.

Just the mere mention of Zheng Yi made him look utterly cowardly. He truly had no idea what was so formidable about Zheng Yi that could make an old-timer like Qu Hu show a modicum of fear.

"Let's leave it at that for today. I can see that Second Brother is quite drunk. Changyan, Changsong, help your father to his room to rest," Zhao Yuan said to the two brothers who were licking their ice drinks nearby.

All the soldiers on the field fell silent. A moment later, a wounded soldier all over bit out through gritted teeth.

However, an assassin's attacks are always swift and clean. Although they adhere to the rule of retreating a thousand miles immediately if a strike fails, circumstances dictate actions. Thus, seeing the Demon King's arm severed by his own blade, the supreme assassin launched another attack without a moment's hesitation.

Upon arriving, the two discovered that nearly everyone was already gathered here. This was a fork in the road with five paths branching out, and it seemed no one knew which way they should proceed.

Gazing intently, Qin Yu finally made out a gigantic ancient city. Tens of thousands of zhang in height, it crouched there like a giant beast blocking out the sky, instilling a profound sense of oppression.

At Zhao Yuan's command, the newest generation of explosives—newly developed by his research system for mining—rang out for the first time outside of a mine pit. Accompanying the blast was a billowing cloud of dust and the aging Prefectural Magistrate's office, which was reduced to virtually a flat expanse.

This is the sorrow of being born into a prominent family. Clearly, they are blood brothers, yet those two younger brothers of his are plotting against him every single moment.

The major overhaul of Meizhou's official political arena, spearheaded by Zhao Yuan, was gradually drawing to a close, granting him considerably more personal time now.

Guan Xuexuan and the others pursued relentlessly, ignoring the obstacles thrown in their path, and drew closer and closer to Liancheng Qingyou.

The demonic aura surged wildly around Madame Mao Er, and crimson flames soared into the sky, making her look like a crimson demon god amidst the dark night.

Song Yisheng stood high up in the distance, his gaze locked fixedly on Changning, only looking away after the entire group had vanished through the city gates.

"However, the current development of Tianxiang Pavilion is making Auntie feel somewhat unequal to the task. Therefore, Auntie intends to step down from this position so that I can have more ample time to plan the future of Tianxiang Pavilion," said Donglan Xiang.

Li Xiaogong, on the other hand, could not hold her liquor well. Before long, she became dizzy and lightheaded, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue.

In that direction, Ye Chen sat upright, still methodically expounding on his cultivation insights. He was truly dedicated, speaking with absolute eloquence and logic.

The men Zhao Tiedhu brought along were brothers who had lived and died together through thick and thin. Seeing that they were all safe and sound, their joy was beyond words; they embraced, jumping up and down, and as they laughed, tears streamed down their faces. After all, but a hair's breadth away, they might never have seen each other again.

To Zhang Yang, Xiao Feng usually gave the impression of a smiling tiger. He figured that aside from buttering people up and possessing a somewhat nimble mind, Xiao Feng probably had no great utility.

Lu Zhengyi purposely peeked into another room, only to find the environment inside could only be described as filthy and wretched. The bedsheets spread across the bed looked as if they had been trampled hard on the ground for a long time before being picked back up—so disgustingly dirty that it nearly made the freshly-fed Lu Zhengyi vomit.

The security manager turned green with fright. If anything happened to Lin Zihao, how could he possibly explain it to the boss?

Fang Yan, Old Third Hu, and the brothers were all unaware of what had previously transpired in the Gela region, so they were naturally completely baffled at the moment.

The Sword Snow Sect did not rank very high among the top ten sects; it did not even possess quasi-immortal-grade cultivation techniques. Therefore, not to mention people from the other top ten sects coming to plunder, the arrival of even a single Heavenly Gate would be enough to overwhelm the Sword Snow Sect.

He retrieved the trash bag from the mailbox at the entrance and placed the keys back in their respective original spots, considering them even.

A security guard was standing not far away, and residents occasionally walked back and forth in the lobby, watching Gu Xixi and Chen Jiran.

Only Zhu Nanmu felt somewhat displeased within his heart. Regarding Zhu Qingyan succeeding as the head of the family, he naturally had no objections and would even raise both hands in approval.

There was no sorrow on her face, no pain. Instead, she was as tranquil as the water in a dead sea, seemingly incapable of stirring ripples even if a massive boulder were cast down, appearing as cold and rigid as a soulless husk.