Chapter 62

In truth, Yuan Zicong understood this matter far better than I did. Although he was not particularly skilled in such arts himself, he possessed an old man of a father capable of drawing inferences about other things from one instance. While Old Man Yuan's abilities were merely mediocre, his lifelong passion lay in collecting all sorts of bizarre and eccentric anecdotes, and no doubt Yuan Zicong had absorbed a great deal of this through subtle influence.

This piercing cold was directed primarily at the soul; only those with a sufficiently powerful soul could withstand its erosion. Otherwise, no matter how formidable the physical body might be, it could not endure the biting chill.

I instinctively reached out to touch it, only to brush against the invisible barrier, and was forced to withdraw my hand in embarrassment.

"Go on with you, am I really that hopeless?" Xiimen Jinlian widened her eyes and glared at him, yet that alluring expression carried not a shred of menace.

Rushing to Brother Jiu's side, Scalpel immediately produced a silver needle from his person and drove it straight into Brother Jiu's chest. A moment later, when the silver needle was withdrawn, we saw that the entire needle had turned pitch black.

Besides, nobody recognizes the two of you right now, so what the hell are you standing on ceremony for? Clothes are meant to be worn for others to see. If you truly wish to stroll down the street every day looking like a caged monkey with people staring and pointing at you from all sides, then by all means, please go ahead.

"Jinlian, don't rush to refuse me. You could at least consider dating me—as ordinary friends, perhaps?" Qin Hao asked.

He recounted that when heading downstairs, he had run into that fellow once more inside the elevator. Terrified out of his wits, he had frantically pressed several floor buttons at random. The moment the elevator doors slid open, he bolted out, only to regret it the instant he stepped into the hallway, for he realized he had been plunged into a completely unfamiliar environment.

Though Zhang Luohan spoke with casual ease, Mingsang, who was standing nearby, choked on the soup he had just swallowed, covering his mouth in a fit of coughing that he could not stop.

Strictly speaking, the strength of the Necromancer King was unquestionably superior to that of the God of Slaughter, yet deep down, it felt a creeping dread, having once been fortunate enough to witness such a prodigy within a vast universe.

"Impossible!" Song Chi widened his eyes in disbelief, awkwardly twisting his foot around to bring it up to his nose and sniff it.

Hearing this, Han Tao looked up at Jiang Nansun, who was dressed in a white slip dress, walked over, and replied, "I arrived not long ago and went straight to the conference room to discuss further planning with Professor Dong."

Thus, he felt a secret elation: to have gained so many fierce warriors, along with over ten thousand battle-hardened soldiers, meant that these past two months of hardship had not been in vain.

After purchasing her favorite fan and the ruby, Chu Yangyang showed not a shred of complaint while traveling under the blazing sun, despite having wailed about suffering from heatstroke at every turn previously.

Xie Lingyu and her entourage were escorted into the royal palace and assigned quarters in the guestouse. By then, the day was drawing to a close, and the monarch of the Ye State had no intention of summoning them during the night.

She set about rigging traps for wild beasts right there on the spot. The moment a beast triggered the mechanism, the rope would instantly snap tight and snare it.

This was the penalty she had suffered when she first crossed over, always relying on the notion of having a culinary dimension... pulling supplies straight from her culinary dimension.

As the old saying goes: strike first to gain the upper hand, strike last and meet with disaster; the overlord's imposing aura makes the heavenly king look frantic. The stalwart heroes of Shandong are handsome chaps, their three-inch tongues as lethal as twelve-foot spears.

Hundreds of thousands of fleshy tendrils frantically tore through the stone slabs, plunging deep into the earth to draw forth the primal strength of the ground.

Zhu Tong, Li Ying, and Huang Xin all burst into laughter upon hearing this. Seeing them converse with such unrestrained ease, Zhang Guijiao felt an even deeper sense of envy: these stalwart heroes were truly open and straightforward, worthy of deep friendship. In terms of their camaraderie, he felt only the legendary bond of Liu, Guan, and Zhang from antiquity could compare.

Mo Qi was momentarily taken aback, unsure of how to respond, and could only smile and nod. Yet Ghost Hand appeared not the least bit angered by his defeat; in fact, he looked rather pleased.

"Open fire! Launch the barrage!" someone shouted nearby. With no other options left, they could only treat a dead horse as if it were still alive.

Kearoth sent the charging half-dragon flying with another single punch. Naturally, he had noticed the person still operating the device; that was something he could not permit.

If one could travel to the Xianxia plane and obtain a treasure chest containing the Avatar Technique, allowing them to split into billions of avatars, they could simultaneously dominate every single industry and attain worship-level status in the blink of an eye.

Inside the grand hall, Yang Tianyi brandished his Heavenly Demon Right Hand, absorbing all the surrounding evil spirits and fierce ghosts, sealing every last one of them within his demonic palm.

Though it was yet another classic vanishing act, Ding Jianchuan managed to infuse it with fresh creativity every single time, leaving the audience with a sense of the unexpected yet entirely within reason.

Although Zhou Xinghao avoided mentioning the withdrawal of the investors explicitly, the implication behind his words was already crystal clear.

He had never expected that instead of leaving Shanghai, he would remain with the Axe Gang, eventually becoming the greatest pillar of support for its rise.

However, both of these teams shared a common trait: formidable in their regional leagues, yet shrinking violets at the World Championship. The former suffered because Bjergsen was burdened with four moving wards, while the latter crumbled due to their dual Korean imports turning into cowards on the global stage, plagued time and again by inexplicable team synergy issues.

"Enough! Shen Yuliang! Even though your father is a division commander, this is the Center for Abnormal Human Research, and I am the director of this facility. Do you still hold any respect for me as your superior?" Ma Weimin pulled rank, attempting to cow Shen Yuliang into submission.

Liu Yang nodded inwardly. Honey contained a far greater concentration of pure heaven and earth spiritual energy, and using it to replenish vital energy and blood was not entirely unfeasible, but doing so would be a dreadful waste. The primary choice should always be medicinal herbs specifically intended for replenishing vitality and blood.

"Then how do you explain Confucianism and Mr. Jiangjing?" Rong Xuan believed that Ziquan was merely engaging in sophistry.

At the very instant Yan Yuan fell into a daze, Du Bai smiled! He too had noticed the skies above suddenly churning with ominous dark clouds. The smile on his face seemed to declare that the current situation did not surprise him in the slightest! He knew that Yan Yuan was already capable of summoning the heavenly tribulation, and he knew that Yan Yuan would instinctively make such a choice.

The group relocated to a restaurant, securing an exceptionally large private dining room equipped with a luxurious round table capable of seating dozens of people.

The gentle aura that had surrounded him instantly transformed into a world-shaking murderous intent the moment he turned around. With every step he took, that killing intent grew a fraction more dense.

"Let this matter be decided by you, Thunder-Wielder; This Prince has no comment," Daji Zhongyuan said indimately.

A hand suddenly grabbed Gu Gesang. Acting purely on reflex, a deep sense of dread welled up within Gu Gesang, urging her to break free and flee this place at all costs. Yet the strength in that hand was vastly greater than she could have imagined; no matter how desperately she struggled, she could not escape. For a split second, Gu Gesang even contemplated biting her tongue to end her life.

Jiuge felt an all-over ache in her bones, her internal organs feeling as though they had been shifted out of place. Reflexively, Jiuge took a few deep breaths, only to find her mouth parched and her throat burning with fire.

Thus, three days passed, and yet no powerful experts appeared outside the Dead Abyss. Perhaps those people were unaware of the timing, or perhaps they simply held it in disdain.