Chapter 55 Ghost Blue Tower

“Uh?” Zhou Ning looked genuinely surprised; she had expected to be refused and then planned to lower her demands accordingly.

But honestly, spending so much time idly chatting here with Bai Tianxing—was she really that bored?

Across the entire courtyard lay a vast number of fallen cultivators, their bright red blood starkly glaring under the sunlight.

At this moment, Long Xing was gravely injured: his left arm wounded, right shoulder injured, at least three ribs broken, his internal organs faintly visible, his leg bones cracked, and blood soaked his entire body.

The other goblin priests had also received gifts from the king, but their gifts were only a single female goblin each. Only Lu Renjia, the highest archbishop of the Sanzan Kingdom, had the privilege to receive double their share.

With a frenzied roar, the End Wolf exploded. This time it did not flee; grey mist swirled and dissipated, slowly vanishing into the air.

Ning Ye felt entirely justified and at ease asking his third brother Nangong Ritian for help, feeling no embarrassment whatsoever.

This made it easy to elevate a simple anti-government act to the higher-level cause of “restoring Huaxia.”

Raising his gaze, Duan Feng saw a massive black volcano rising in the central basin.

“Your Majesty is too polite, please!” Bai Tianxing responded with a glass of wine, displaying even more grace than the Eastern Extreme Emperor.

Just thinking that Jiuxiao could be involved with a carp in any way, Qiao Chuqing, though understanding, found it difficult to accept.

“Liu Hong, notify everyone to prepare a grand celebration tonight to honor today’s victory,” Feng Shaojie said.

Even so, when Ghost Mourner saw the dart zip past his eyes, taking a few strands of hair with it, he shivered and dared not speak.

Zeng Ao waved his hand and said, “Manager, right?” as he patted the manager on the shoulder. The poor manager was already frightened and nearly collapsed from the sudden tap.

“Does the Marshal want the Huang family army to enter Jinzhou?” Liu Hong asked. Currently, the Huang family army and the Dragon-Tiger army maintained a cooperative, though superficial, relationship; Liu Hong had to consider Feng Shaojie’s opinion.

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The stomping of horseshoes kicked up clumps of dirt, wind whistling past ears. Tietaer finally clashed with Chu Yunlong—one crushing blow from a wolf-tooth club to the head, a cold moon spear piercing through the chest. No fancy moves, no prolonged duel; the battlefield’s victor was decided instantly, life and death clear.

When Du Yueyi left, the table was still in disarray. Ouyang Hong and Lu Hao looked impatient, both eagerly rolling onto the bed—a fleeting moment of spring night worth a thousand gold coins, a night of endless frenzy.

The ultimate secret of the Holy Sword Technique... the King’s Sword! After wielding it, Piper quickly withdrew his imposing aura, looking somewhat weary, though far stronger than last time.

Jiuxiao said nothing; A Jie dared not speak either. Both tacitly accepted his decision. Tianlan dashed out swiftly, though with his Qi Refinement at the third layer, it was impossible to appear and vanish instantly. Chasing someone could only be done through the main gate.

“What are you thinking?” Perhaps I was too sensitive, immediately assuming the worst.

“You see, you’ve lost weight again recently. Why do you look thinner since entering society? Is work too hard?” My eldest sister always looked at me with concern.

Long Qingchen found it amusing. Though the Spear of Destruction was an ancient relic, a weapon is a weapon—it was not experienced enough. With a little provocation, the spear couldn’t withstand it and unleashed its full power.

If it were someone else, he would have kicked them far away, not letting them approach her even half a step. But that person was Jiuge’s esteemed guest; no matter how much he wanted to act, he couldn’t. There is nothing more infuriating in the world.

Nick Fury said nothing, simply smiling and acknowledging Ers’ praise of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Wait, what expression was on that old monk’s face? What was he up to? Surely not asking for money?

Near midnight, upon hearing the roar of an engine, Man Daren and the others emerged from their tents once more.

He fell to the ground, and Jin Jian tumbled out as well. But Jin Jian’s eyes were closed, tongue out, head tilted—if not for his chest still rising and falling, one would think he was dead.

The elder led the three to register briefly, receiving identity badges for the Qishi Institute, then proceeded deeper into the sacred grounds.

Suddenly, a thunderclap exploded nearby. Gong Qianzhu stepped back in fright, then a huge wave surged, sweeping her into the river.

Pocketing several stones and leaving one for light, under the faint glow of the spirit stone, Ji Lingsheng resumed digging in the mud. After just a depth of an arm’s length, he struck something hard, with the texture of iron or stone.

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“Do you really think any of those bandits and killers who fled to Lord Sha’s domain could kill Liu Chengfeng?”

Luo Baichen and Shen Yu exchanged glances, both unsure of Xia Fengxin’s thoughts.

The two chatted casually, without any deliberate topic, like old friends reunited after a long absence.

Muttering softly, Yinglong flicked a finger, shattering a wisp of yellow mist.

Wan Lian’s eyebrows lifted, indicating the task was difficult for him. This made Jun Yan’s heart tighten—this matter was crucial. Failure would disrupt their original plans.

Hua Jiu shook his head and body, shaking off the rain soaking the exam proctor. Under the proctor’s gritted teeth and furious gaze, he entered his ‘Number 222’ barrier.

The other two pouted continuously—who exactly were they pouting at? Li Qirui and Qi Dongfeng didn’t care. They were proud and domineering, looking down on everyone.

Li Mo always regarded the spirit forest as Lord Fengyan’s private garden, and the elves as gardeners tending the magical herbs therein. He wouldn’t refuse to take them away.

Because Gong Susu did not get angry after hearing Zhong Meat Soup’s words, not even changing her expression, maintaining her cold, noble demeanor.

Wu Tao felt gratified—his nearly day-long effort on this investment target had not been in vain.

Moreover, he felt his understanding of cultivation, perception of the Heavenly Dao, and insight into spiritual energy had all deepened. Now, he sensed the Dao more deeply and understood it more thoroughly.

Yi Jing’s eyes were dim and lifeless. When would the Wei family arrange her marriage to Tian Yuanqing? There was no news. The maid brought fish soup, but just the smell unsettled her stomach, churning violently. Before the maid could approach her bedside, Yi Jing ordered her to take it away immediately.