Chapter 67: Speaking Nonsense with Eyes Wide Open

"Ha, so this is the renowned Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect?" Lü Zhengtian's arrogant voice echoed from the sky, laden with mockery.

Normally, acupuncture needles are not withdrawn immediately upon insertion, allowing ample time for a therapeutic reaction.

She then cast a sidelong glance at the previously blasted crater, where the aura of the strange flame had completely dissipated.

Chen Miao merely asked out of curiosity; she never truly expected Dong Xinyu to return to check on the children. This incident clearly showed how selfish he was—he would never risk himself just to see his kids.

Seeing this, other universe-grade trial-takers either sat cross-legged in shock or deep contemplation, attempting to decipher the labyrinth together.

By this time, quite a few people had arrived on the third floor. Just as Qi Yue and the others arrived, they bumped into a fat man and a black-clad youth who were tugging at each other, seemingly about to head outside.

Since the universe-grade trial-takers were not hunting him down, Jiang Yao had no intention of provoking them either. The fundamental reason he had managed to escape by a fluke last time was that the number of universe-grade trial-takers targeting him was small, and none of them had achieved a very high mastery of the laws of space.

Forces also had to be dispatched to neighboring counties to capture enemy spies and secret agents. Since tasks had been assigned to everyone this way, there was no need to fight and scramble over them.

Lü Zhengtian was even older than that Imperial Heaven! One could even say that he had already been following the path since the time of Imperial Martial, long before Imperial Heaven was even born. Yet now, Imperial Heaven had broken through while he remained a Martial Saint.

"Alright, I understand. Go do your homework," Guan Zhenzhen nodded, carrying the clothes she had brought into the room.

The four brocade-clad guards—Zhang Qian, Li Han, Liu Bao, and Song Yi—also grasped their precious swords, their faces brimming with murderous intent as they joined the counterattacking ranks.

His impeccably chiseled face carried a solemn and cold expression, his sharp brows furrowed in a stern crease, and his gaze was as piercing and fierce as that of a wild beast, glinting with a harsh, cold light.

Yu Huan could distinctly feel that whenever the girl wore a hat, mask, and sunglasses, her demeanor had subtle differences compared to usual.

At the moment, there was no one else in the elevator. Yu Huan pressed the button for the seventh floor and then gently took her hand.

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Monster Introduction: A captured defecting member of the Blame Flame Cult who suffered unimaginably cruel punishment. His horns were hacked off, his spine shattered, and his humanity and reason stripped away, reducing him to a grotesque monster that was neither human nor ghost. He now lives solely to guard the Blame Flame Altar for the Blame Flame Cult. Anyone who approaches the altar will suffer his fierce attacks.

Perhaps Sang Zhi's utterly unsatisfied and miserable expression greatly amused the Noble Consort and Imperial Concubine Duan, so during the morning greetings, Imperial Concubine Duan stopped making things difficult for her.

Suddenly being called upon, Zhao Chuan felt a surge of excitement; he had thought he wouldn't even get a chance to make an appearance.

At this very moment... apart from shock, the members of the Azure Dragon Adventure Group felt no other emotions whatsoever.

Bo Yu paused, suddenly feeling an itch in his heart as the ambiguous and enchanting images from yesterday flooded his mind.

After guessing the situation outside and looking at his own predicament close at hand, Uncle Huang could not help but sigh with such emotion.

Yet I am not here on vacation; I am here to disband the rebel forces. If this matter is not accomplished and I return to the capital to face the Emperor, and he asks why you could not even handle such a task—what use would you be?

"You woke up at the worst possible time!" Sun Tian cursed his bad luck internally, suppressing the jade-like beauty as he kissed her fiercely.

Jiang Shi drew the exquisite blade of the Demon-Slaying Sword and gently pricked the right thumb of a passenger, drawing a drop of blood. A line of information instantly materialized.

Wang Xue had a rather conventional and rigid personality; he was capable of handling major matters, but fell slightly short when it came to keeping people in check. Zhao Lei and Xia Mu were somewhat better, while Huang Shi was completely uncontrollable.

The Seven-Flame Azure Luan missed once again and furiously gave chase. At that exact moment, the engraved grooves on the ground suddenly lit up, and a formation silently materialized, trapping it within.

The bullet instantly burst at that very moment, and the smoke and vapor within immediately enveloped Disco. Acting like a chemical reaction, the dense moisture instantly ignited the concentrated nitric acid that Disco had sprayed.

Hearing Sun Tian's words, Li Yun was stunned for a moment. Upon closer reflection, it seemed to be the case. For a moment, Li Yun even forgot how to cry.

Therefore, Liu Mingli not only looked down on Wu Ya at this moment, but was also filled with intense disgust toward him.

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"Hmph," muttered the pink sprite. She wore a gorgeous pink gauze dress, which, paired with her delicate facial features and pink hair, made her look like a true sprite.

No matter how hard I tried, I could no longer remember the rest of those words. Could it be that the thing he said he left with me had something to do with repaying him?

Later, divine troops descended from the heavens. An unprecedented silver-armored knight order appeared on the battlefield, their overwhelming strength striking terror into the hearts of the demon army, leading to a crushing defeat for the demons.

Those slender, long legs—a single sweep of his palm should be able to snap down a whole patch of them. He just wondered if these detestable creatures would have any secret weapons to attack with once they fell to the ground.

The classroom was dead silent, and the students stared in shock at Zhang Lan: her face was pale, her lips trembled, and her gaze was panicked and terrified, looking completely listless—like autumn grass withered by a harsh frost, sorrowful and withered.

Even though the Battle Dance Sprite was so ferocious, many people still lingered far behind it, harboring the sweet dream of snatching a divine artifact and intending to find an opportunity to try their luck again.

Hearing that it was a miraculous holy medicine for healing, Fu Yunxi felt somewhat tempted. After all, Mei Yan was severely injured and indeed needed such a remedy. Yet she could not accept it so blindly and inexplicably, nor did she know what kind of figure this Jade-Faced Old Demon truly was.

Presumably, this was something the murderer had never anticipated—if the imperial physician had not lit that incense because of the summer heat, if the incense had not contained nine-leaf grass, and if Yi He had not had an open wound, the fact that Yi He was afflicted by snow bugs would never have been discovered.

Returning to the deck, Beiming Yu summoned his deputy commander, instructing him to organize a counterattack first while he went to discuss countermeasures with James.

Along the way, Ye Hua encountered quite a few foolish bandits. His troop possessed formidable strength and could basically rout the foolish bandits with a single charge. Of course, there were also some stubborn and tricky individuals, but they were picked off one by one by Ye Hua and his men.