Chapter 65: Success!

Chains of order bound him there. Once utterly sacred, they had now been completely corrupted into pitch black.

Subtracting the time spent on travel, the Bruins had roughly four days of preparation time remaining.

Above the earth, layers of dark mist suddenly surged forth, from which figures with vast and sinister auras burst out. With every move and gesture, they seemed to wield immense power, shattering the already ruined earth even further.

Today marked the regular-season opener for the UCLA Bruins, as they squared off against the Portland State Vikings of the Big Sky Conference.

Zheng Zhou could not help but gape in astonishment, never expecting that Mo Jie was actually a fierce individual who held a tiger in his heart while gently sniffing the roses.

As someone who had been through it all, Cai Mingzhao understood that Zhang Tianna's resignation at this moment must have been thoroughly considered. Thus, even if he tried to persuade her to stay, the chances were slim, yet despite having little hope, he still felt compelled to say a few words to urge her to remain.

Some even fell into self-doubt, wondering if they had committed some heinous and unforgivable sins in their past lives—otherwise, how could they possibly be witnessing such things?

Outside the door, Tan Xinyao and Shao Shanshan had already pressed against the doorway, secretly observing the situation inside for several minutes.

Ming Changhong spoke truthfully, his heart trembling profoundly at the same time. If ordinary people in the New Dynasty possessed the capability to contend on equal terms with the Immortal Sects, would not the status of their Immortal Sect fall even lower?

With that, he turned his head and asked Zuo Yuxia, "Mom, where did Haiyan go? Why isn't she here keeping Madam and the others company?"

For three days, Yi Wudao devoted himself to refining the first sword of the Thirteen Swords. Although it was a mere three days, Yi Wudao had made tremendous progress in this first sword, and at the same time, he attempted to integrate this first sword into the art of Returning to the Origin.

Furthermore, he planned to confess everything to Lin Xiangtong once this matter was settled. After all, if the two of them were to spend their lives together, some things simply could not be kept hidden.

At the same time, the middle-aged man wearing a purple-sand hat felt for the first time the pressure an enemy could exert upon him.

"I don't think I said anything wrong, Hall Master Su," Liu Bowen finally concluded with a meaningful, lingering tone.

As those words faded, Mei Haitao walked in. The moment he stepped through the entrance, Mei Hai caught sight of Lin Feng seated on the sofa, and his heart skipped a beat as he thought to himself, It couldn't possibly be such a coincidence that I've run into this exalted figure.

"It's the power of wind and lightning! This cold flood dragon actually commands the rules of heaven and earth!" Seeing the wind and lightning erupting from the cold flood dragon's mouth, Yi Wudao's eyes trembled slightly.

Shi Lingji of the Eternal God Sect reverted to another facet of her personality, her demeanor carrying a trace of alluring charm.

An eruption! A brilliant white light, resembling thousands of spiritual threads or a magnificent celebratory fireworks display, instinctively made people want to look away! After a brief moment, the light dissipated—within the palm of a distant, heaven-shrouding hand, a stunning figure with her head buried and knees clutched in her arms loomed vaguely into view... The Land of Glazed Glass.

"I must get married this year; it is a family rule. If I violate it, I will die," Singh said.

"Thud!" A stone crashed into the pond with a loud splash, instantly startling several birds perched on a nearby tree.

The shield-bearers acted independently; some lunged forward a step, while others retreated. The original shield wall dissolved instantly, and the spearmen and halberdiers no longer needed to provide front-line support.

The handsome youth laughed heartily and said, "Wouldn't that make me like Master Xuanzang? Ah, knowing this, I should have changed into a different disguise to save myself some trouble."

"Hehe, we're finally entering the final script," You muttered incomprehensibly with a giggle.

"Whoosh..." The wind swept fiercely past the window, and the room grew quiet, though the streets downstairs remained bustling with a steady stream of pedestrians, bright lights, and lively noise.

Qingyunzi smiled slightly and said, "Actually, there are quite a few reclusive masters hidden away in the mundane world; it's simply that you haven't chanced upon them."

After Yan Ziyue and her companions rescued their sect's disciples from the prison, they discovered that the people they had brought along had all been slaughtered by reinforcing guards. The figures in black were engaged in fierce combat with the guards, striking with absolute precision—inflicting crippling injuries with a single blow without taking lives.

Le Jing's casual suggestion happened to align perfectly with Li Yajie's wishes, prompting her to hurry over with pattering steps and rap on Li Mingyou and the others' door.

"Master, he is so young. How could Elder Xi hold him in such high regard?" the golden-robed young man asked in astonishment.

If the Prince were to find out that he possessed the ability to help people escape from nightmares, one could only wonder what expression would be on his face.

Qin Deshui did not answer. Instead, he slowly stepped forward, located the roots of the vines, uncapped the flask, and poured its contents down bit by bit.

Although these villagers had fought tooth and nail with the people of Yongkang Town with fierce hostility just yesterday, many of them felt a pang of reluctance when faced with these pitiful chickens whose wings and claws were tightly bound. Some even found their hands trembling as they held their knives.

Shen Zhang left his contact information, though aside from vehicle maintenance and after-sales service, it was unlikely he would ever contact Chen Miaomiao—it was purely a matter of mutual convenience. Besides, Chen Miaomiao's antics were far too wild for him to ever seriously pursue a relationship with her.

[Vader: Our journey has been smooth all the way. The train just pulled out, and Dad should already be on his way home.]

Unfortunately, Lu Huaijin knew his own limitations and was deeply aware that he still had not quite mastered the art of carving human figures.

Logically speaking, this young woman came from a decent family background, and the Zhao family was more than willing to provide a generous dowry. However, this girl named Zhao Lingqi had boldly declared that anyone wishing to marry her must either hold an official academic degree or be able to defeat her in a fight; otherwise, she would cripple every single suitor she met.

Su Chen was also craving this treat, and after waiting for a full ten minutes, he finally heard Aunt Li call out to him, prompting him to go up and take one.

Yet there was little they could do to help with heavy matters, so they simply tried their best to handle the household chores so she wouldn't have to worry about housework anymore.

Still, they only needed to carry their weapons and required very little heavy baggage, so their pace was far from slow.