Chapter 68: Rather Catching to the Eye

After exchanging pleasantries, Zhou Qi'an glanced at the person standing behind Ji Jing and asked with a puzzled expression, "How is it that Assistant Yu is not here?"

Ji Jing had originally not paid much mind to Zhou Qi'an, treating this merely as a routine social engagement, yet he did not expect the other man to inquire about Yu Xiangsi of his own accord.

Ji Jing raised an eyebrow. "She has other work to attend to, so she didn't come along. Why? Could it be that Mr. Zhou..."

Everyone had already guessed that it would be her, but when that name was truly spoken aloud, they still could not help feeling shocked. This thousand-year-old ghostly corpse, whose arrival in Dongzhou had long been known to them, had vanished without a trace for days, only to reappear now as a Ghost King.

"Senior Brother Jinge worries too much. We take you as our leader, and whatever you say, we will do," Snow Sect said firmly.

Daring to reject me: By the way, have you all thought of this? Isn't there a legend that lovers who lay eyes on a merman will be happy for the rest of their lives?!

The four supreme masters all wore smiling faces, yet they knew well that those smiles concealed daggers, and that anyone coming here today certainly harbored ulterior motives.

Now, a human of unremarkable strength had actually broken through their charge and fought his way right up to it—how could it possibly tolerate this?

The moment the parasitic worms felt unwell, their host sensed it first. Not only were they uncomfortable, but they were also terrified. Merely a few simple drops of water—how could this be possible?

Yi Tian gripped a massive, dark red giant axe. With his shock of silver hair, he stood tall and straight, while a dark purple cloak billowed wildly behind him, constantly churning.

Yet they had no other choice left. Even if Baima Xiao was merely acting out of blind confidence, he had already recovered lost territory for them and eliminated Himiko's hundreds of thousands of troops. For that reason alone, Baima Xiao was fully worthy of them.

Listening to the fluctuating and cadence-filled sounds beside his ears, Lin Chenben was driven almost to madness. But just as he was about to break down, a cool wave of spiritual energy penetrated straight into his body, sinking into the marrow of his spine, and his surging blood slowly grew calm.

A sacred hymn resounded. When a colossal source in mid-air refracted a ray of golden and white light resembling lightning, the brilliance instantly enveloped Mu Yunkong. His figure blurred on the spot, and letting out a fierce roar and daring not to be negligent, Mu Yunkong immediately threw himself into full-strength defense.

Gao Zhen shook his head helplessly, slowly extending his right hand to meet the fist-edge of the golden-armored figure with a gentle block.

"Reporting to Your Highness, this subordinate is Regional Commander Geng Gaozhi, ordered to assemble the troops and remain on standby at all times." The thousand cavalrymen sent by Li Ruman to protect Zhu Changluo had already arrived fully armed at Deshou Palace.

The great tree shed its leaves in a rustling cascade, its trunk trembling violently. Opening his mouth, Hashirama spewed out a massive volume of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. He felt as though his body was completely beyond his control; he lacked even the strength to twitch a single finger.

The students began to cheer. Wang Yue turned and walked gracefully out of the classroom, and the students swarmed out after her, following in her footsteps.

Puyang was now, in effect, integrated with the legacy of the Kunpeng. With the might of the Kunpeng, even supreme ancient treasures like the Sun-Shooting Bow, the Heaven-Mending Arrow, and Emperor Yu's Spade had been beaten to ruin and cast into other realms. Rending space was a skill at which it excelled, and now Puyang had naturally mastered it as well.

Most of the people were thoroughly drunk. Not a single one of those who had come with Wang Zu was spared, and even Wang易 felt he had drunk too much, ultimately being supported back to the main room by Su Yan, whose heart had been heavy with worry all along.

Relying on sheer offensive power to forcibly inflict damage, and using that damage to crush the opponent—it was a simple yet straightforwardly effective method.

"Say what needs to be said, then turn yourself in voluntarily and wait here for the ambulance and the police. Don't say what shouldn't be said, and this matter will be settled," He Hai stated. He had to bring this matter to a definitive conclusion.

When Doudou woke up, she saw Cheng Moyu sitting by the bedside with a dark expression, staring at her. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly—what was he doing?

At this moment, the race was about to begin. Everyone's attention was focused on Gu Fei and Nangong Xianliang, the two main protagonists of the night, and not a single person noticed Li Yunpeng, who had slipped in among them unnoticed.