Chapter 60: To the County Town!

This was a brocade box five inches long and two inches wide, featuring a Shu brocade cover and a jade clasp—truly an exquisite piece of craftsmanship. I let out a sigh as I looked at it; such a fine item was destined to be given away today, which showed that my worldly cares and vexations could not all be cast aside simply with the passing of years.

"The Mirror of the Six Armies—this is the painstaking creation of Li Jing. This..." Li Chengqian looked somewhat hesitant and troubled. Although Li Jing was now like a dormant tiger, a tiger was still a tiger, and if driven desperately to bite, it would prove fatal. To demand the Mirror of the Six Armies from him—Hou Junji certainly knew how to concoct a difficult problem for others.

This was the first time Luo Xia had heard a Titan's perspective on new gods and faith, yet upon comparison, it drew increasingly closer to the true essence of new gods.

"You may all withdraw. Your Highness has matters to discuss with His Majesty," Empress Changsun suddenly instructed those around her.

During the tour, Li Ying and Xing Lihua discussed several specific details regarding the official launch and marketing of the "Carefree Dew."

Consumed entirely by jealousy and hatred toward Jiang Meiling and her son, Yao Xiuying had no spare thought to ponder anything else.

The Star Sea Angler was like a maddened beast, completely bereft of the capacity for reason. He had once already had a mystic realm snatched away from him, and now, right before his very eyes, the Tongtian Mystic Realm had slipped through his fingers yet again.

Teng Chong conjured towering peaks that charged upward, accompanied by deafening, rumbling roars, yet it was utterly futile. The bald figure remained seated serenely, and the mountains continued to radiate a golden glow, suppressing all existence.

Furthermore, he was irritated by Coulson keeping our existence a secret and assigning missions without his consent—he was a man with a strong desire for control, though he managed himself quite well.

Yet the two ghost-head sabers seemed to have coordinated in advance; after crossing paths, they abruptly shot upward! In an instant, they pierced through the purple mist beneath Gao Yang's feet, slicing past his left leg and right shoulder, leaving a trail of blood suspended in the air.

This was the halftime intermission, and the giant electronic screen above the main grandstand was broadcasting the highlights of the preceding forty-five minutes.

This was Shen Wei's consistent principle: once silver reached a certain magnitude, it became mere numbers; a little more or a little less truly made very little difference. She valued people far more. Where there were people, there would be silver, and everything else could be earned.

He executed only a single one-two passing combination with El Shaarawy, brushing past the first pressing defender, Willian.

These words left Aunt Zhi utterly dumbfounded. A sudden wave of deep guilt washed over Shen Ying's heart; with her own headstrong and fiercely competitive nature, her aunt must have worried endlessly over her, right?

Wang Rong spoke, a flash of triumphant pride vanishing instantly from Imperial Concubine Zheng's captivating eyes, unnoticed by anyone.

Before Yang Feihua and Pi Youlong even stepped inside, they had guessed that Chen Ao would surely beg them to rescue him. Yet Chen Ao's excessively warm and enthusiastic welcome still took them by surprise.

Following this, all the demon kin of the Heavenly Court bowed three times and kowtowed nine times toward the Heaven-Worship Altar, demonstrating the unwavering determination of the demon race.

A chain of bullets, trailing blood-red light, hammered relentlessly against the stone pillars. The shattered pieces of concrete that rained down sounded densely like falling hailstones.

Therefore, after paying the fare and sending the taxi away, I supported her unsteady, swaying frame and managed with great difficulty to reach her front door. Retrieving the keys from her bag, I opened the door and helped her into the bedroom, where my eyes accidentally fell upon a photograph that left me utterly astounded.

When he recognized those familiar, delicate lines of vertical blue light, he hurriedly stood up and retreated several steps in succession before halting with lingering fear. He suddenly understood that this river was no ordinary body of water, but rather the river of liquid time.

The bell tolled, announcing the conclusion of the final challenge match. The crowd did not disperse; instead, they grew even more exhilarated.

The middle-aged man stroked his long beard with a hint of emotional nostalgia, his demeanor carrying a profound reluctance to part on this moonless night.

Lorna was delightfully admiring these exquisite garments. Seeing Fang Li's slightly furrowed brow and Wilson's displeasure, she curiously walked over.

Saintess of a Hundred Flowers said nothing more; she turned and walked out. Outside, the Sovereign of Saints was sharing tea with Shapo Cang, occasionally exchanging words. Seeing the Saintess emerge, the Sovereign of Saints turned his head.

By the time the Buddha's Son snapped back to his senses, Wang Xizhi had already destroyed seven-tenths of the Buddhist talisman. When he attempted to intervene, it was already too late.

People worked together with all their might, hardening their hearts to hold back Nannan's father. The storm was simply too violent; even the elders who had lived on the island for decades had never witnessed a tempest of such magnitude. To venture into the sea now, no matter how skilled one's swimming, meant certain death.

Inside the villa, Yuan Qing, who had just finished bathing, reclined on the sofa, recalling the extraterrestrial being he had encountered today.

His bodily meridians frequently echoed with these two sounds—breaking and subsequently repairing. Zhao Fan discovered that his meridians had grown considerably sturdier than before.

The ensuing tale was an epic and a legend belonging to a Dragon Knight. Riding a noble silver dragon, Yao Xuan wielded his dragon spear, charging and slaying wildly across the battlefield. He cut his way through the enemy formation nine times in and out, piercing straight through their ranks, leaving the enemy forces completely shattered, routed, and in utter disarray.

Ming Qingyuan accompanied Qiao Jun through their meal before departing. As a senior sister of the inner sect and a disciple of the master of the Nine Nether Palace, she bore a heavy responsibility regarding the trials and evaluations.

Having healed the bodies of Gu Yuena, Bibi Dong, and Qian Renxue and dressed them properly once more, the four of them returned to the main hall of the Pope's Palace.

Once again unleashing its might, the solar orb flared with an even more scorching brilliance. It was dusk, and the scorching sun in the western sky was dipping toward the horizon, yet the blazing sun within Chu Yang's body rose like a triumphant noon sun, casting a radiant illumination across the entire barren mountain range.

Xi Lin forced himself to remain as calm as possible; only by staying composed could he hope to face these trials. If he panicked excessively, he would merely be handing weapons directly to his adversaries.

Qiao Jun manipulated the elements with a flick of his hand. Despite Jiang Chen's desperate resistance, his figure was sent drifting toward the exterior of the hall like a snapped kite.

Xu Fengzhen, holding the child tightly in her arms, had been terrified moments earlier under the belief that the infant had perished. She was still trembling within Xu Fengzhen's embrace as Li Fanhai gently patted her back to soothe her.