Chapter 62 Better to Question Directly

"What... what are you trying to do!"
These local hoodlums were always the ones bullying others, and this was the first time they were being bullied by the man before them.
"Does anyone know Qinxin?"
Jin Shixun twirled a short blade in his hand, sending beads of cold sweat rolling down the foreheads of the hooligans in sheer tension.

Their voices were filled with excitement. Then another person was heard saying, "The strength of the Sword Sect and the Dao Sect is quite comparable; it all depends on whose foundation is more profound." Wang Jie nodded inwardly, gaining a rough understanding of the two leading factions at the very front.

Situ Yu understood Yun Xiao's rejection of him, knowing it was simply because her heart was still pining for the Emperor. To make her give up on the Emperor, time alone was not enough; she needed to become completely disillusioned with him.

"That's right, look at who made it." Sometimes you have to admit that biological brothers are indeed biological brothers—even their smug expressions were identical.

He seemed to see his mother once more, lying like a pale sheet of paper upon the heavy bed. Her flower-like beauty was no longer as radiant as before. She tightly grasped his hand, her grip weakening as she raised a broken, wistful smile.

When Li Ye returned to his room, he saw that Xiao Yanyan had already returned. Not knowing whether she had found any news after searching all afternoon, he asked, "Wife, did you discover anything out there today?" He did not hold out much hope for this matter.

Gao Ming looked at Li Ye in surprise and said, "Husband, this is the dowry from the Gao family, is there a problem?"

"Grandfather, don't worry about that. I've recently increased my strength; even if Xiaokuang came personally, he might not necessarily be my match." Ye Feng's confident remark caused Elder Ye to drop his teacup straight to the ground.

When the dazzling light emitted by the massive seal slowly dissipated, Bing Han let out another soft shout.

"The same tier? What a joke! Is there any such classification in esports?" Wang Xiu sneered, seemingly on the verge of a falling out.

I glanced at him, truly wanting to slap that bowl of porridge directly across his face, but for the sake of the plan, I had to endure it silently. Sure enough, after a little while, I heard the sound of hurried footsteps approaching from afar. When I raised my head again, a few colorful figures had already drifted gracefully into view.

However, Chu Yue and Shen Wu did not step out directly; instead, they hid in the bushes, watching Hinata in training. Beside Hinata was Hyuga Ke, a member of the Hyuga family responsible for looking after her. Perhaps because Hinata had been bullied yesterday, Hyuga Ke stayed right by her side to protect her this time.

Nick helplessly shrugged his shoulders and turned to leave. After all, this was the stronghold of the Heavenly Dragon Court, and with countless experts from the sacred grounds now integrated here, they could not guarantee they wouldn't be discovered.

The Demon-Devouring Insects had no eyes or noses, relying instead on the tentacles on their foreheads to perceive the humidity and temperature of the air. Dry lime powder could disrupt the insects' tactile senses and throw them into chaos.

Lord Cui nodded and smiled repeatedly, saying, "No thanks, no thanks." He then stepped forward to greet the uncles and elders of the Qin family, exchanging cupped-hand salutes and pleasantries before leading the officials away.

Ensuring that two Grand Masters were monitoring each talisman, Mr. Xi invited King Huangfu Wu and other Grand Masters, along with two Supreme Elders from the sacred grounds, to escort the three sealed demons into a prepared tomb chamber.

The first batch of people to rush to the Heavenly Desolation had been mentally prepared, but facing the aura emanating from the true form of the Underworld Ancestor, they still felt their hearts palpitate and their souls tremble.

Feng Pianpian and Wangu Yang wore grave expressions, each summoning their mysterious spirits to fight, and the scene was intensely fierce.

Just as Zhang Ruochen made his move to kill that member of the Dead race, a terrifying murderous intent suddenly surged in the Red Fox King's eyes, and she actually struck out with a palm toward Zhang Ruochen's back.

The value of any Epoch-level Sacred Herb was immeasurable, and even cultivators at the Threshold Realm would yearn to obtain one.