Volume 1, Chapter 66: I'm Afraid You Owe All of Us an Explanation

The nine demonic gods strode forward atop a pitch-black cauldron, swaying as they guided Liu Qianlang, the ninth-tier Forging Chief, and Master Jiu Diexian of the Sword-Casting Divine Palace. Rising and falling, soaring and piercing through space and time, they descended and flew for a long time before finally landing on top of a structure within a massive circular, cylindrical architectural complex.

Seeing this, the August Envoys secretly rejoiced in their hearts, believing that the opponent had failed to deploy a third trick in time. A moment later, however, countless blue light blades slashed toward Liu Qianlang, only to be bounced right back by the five-colored divine light and the strange power shimmering with golden glow that burst forth from his body.

At this time, water vapor billowed as Tang Zichen’s punches and kicks were at times fierce and at times gentle. Soaring like a rabbit and descending like a falcon, she possessed the grand demeanor of a grandmaster.

Yet now, Matsuda Jinpei was dead himself and had even turned into a ghost, so naturally he chose to believe it.

A pair of Rinnegan eyes quietly gazed at each other amidst mutual staring. Nodding with tacit understanding, the two of them moved their lips in silent communication.

As the points of light merged into the long-haired angel’s body, her outer layer suddenly seemed to be covered by a veil of light. Moreover, as more points of light melted in, that veil of light grew increasingly dazzling.

Although she thought this face was quite pretty, the notion that it could attract a Grand Marshal to fall in love at first sight was obviously sheer nonsense.

Ahead, it was extremely crowded. A massive vehicle procession was jammed at the city gate; the grand and imposing caravan stretched endlessly with various cargo-hauling carts and mounts. Following closely behind were numerous odd-job workers and travelers. Amidst the neighing of oxen and horses and loud, cheerful laughter, a chaotic jumble of various sounds filled the air.

In the back seat, little Loli Ai was still playing the instrument with great enthusiasm when suddenly she heard Vermouth groan, seemingly showing signs of waking up.

Ruiko was momentarily stunned and, hidden from Teresa’s line of sight, stealthily flashed a V-sign at Tenten.

The rented office building was in a rather good location. I adjusted my glasses, got out of the car, and walked toward his company.

"I’ll just go deliver a message, then ask for the location of the underground shelter, and leave immediately!" he muttered to himself.

It was currently early morning, and strong gales were sweeping through the mountains. Wiping away my tears, I employed my lightness kung fu to leap onto a tree branch and headed toward the direction of the broken cliff.

"Very well, if you aren't afraid of the trouble I might bring, I will help you guard the Misty Cloud Island. Though I can only unleash one ten-thousandth of my Divine Domain's power, coupled with your array formation, calling it impregnable is no exaggeration," Moyi smiled.

Within just a few days, Red Leaf had completely transformed. Draped in brocade and sheer gorgeous garments, peach-blossom clouds rippled across her brows and eyes—evidently, Sister Lan already treasured her like a precious gem.

The phone call disconnected with a snap, leaving Wang Shulin dumbfounded, his brain completely overwhelmed. Fortunately, he was often subjected to bizarre occurrences, so he was already used to it.

Good events bring refreshing spirits; so many auspicious things happening one after another made Tanaka Yoshimi ecstatic to the extreme.

An old man lifted the curtain and walked in, leaning on a walking stick that tapped heavily against the floor *dong, dong, dong*. He looked at Chu Qiang, who had wrapped herself so tightly in bed that even her face was invisible, with a look of deep exasperation at her failure to live up to expectations.

As for jewelry-style products, there were high-end pieces costing over tens of thousands, as well as decorations made of brass-plated gold and cheap ingredients with a cost of only a few yuan. One could call them jewelry, or perhaps handicrafts, yet different categories carried different tax rates.

Ever since entering the general's manor, although she had left behind the prospect of marriage, she was nonetheless free from worries about food and clothing, received a monthly stipend, and was free from parental disdain; instead, she was happier than before.

Exploring the poisonous objects of the world would trigger her encounter to unlock the second proposition. She really was a spicy young lady.

Emerging from the dungeon, she discovered that the outside was actually a garden. Wandering through several twists and turns, she unconsciously arrived at a magnificent sleeping palace.

Shalyapin had returned home to call someone to account; it should have been a fierce storm, yet nothing of the sort happened.

Everyone was stunned once more, though immediately afterwards they looked thoughtful. Qin Mengyao must have changed her decision after seeing the unsealed strength Tian Sen displayed in this match.

Wang Qi—clearly an Awakened one, and he had aimed entirely at the heart right from the start—why didn't he fight back?

This room was the sales promoter's changing room. The floor and employee lockers were spattered with dark red blood, and not far away lay a zombie chopped to pieces.

However, in this regard, Mu Qiu estimated that Xin Lu must be a veteran, otherwise it would be hard for her to have the qualification to lead a team and the authority to let people into the guild.

The burly man swallowed hard, his legs trembling. He didn't know the other party's identity, so he didn't dare state his own background, fearing that he might implicate the powerful backer behind him.

Jiang Jian and Lu Anzhe almost failed to check their forward momentum! Fortunately, they braked just in time and avoided a collision.

The two men stepped out of the black business car, were escorted by burly men in black suits into the villa, and were brought to the swimming pool in the backyard. Lounging on a recliner was a handsome man of about twenty, wearing swimming trunks.

If he truly proved to be utterly irredeemable and hell-bent on courting death, he would not show mercy either; granting his wish would be the end of it.

Climbing up from the ground, Feng Zi began to play the fool as if nothing had happened. No one believed her, but even fewer people had the leisure to expose her, especially with heavy academic responsibilities weighing on them.

Yet Jiang Hao actually flew straight toward this thunderbolt, his hand wreathed in the brilliance of magical power. With a gentle grasp, he seized the otherwise fleeting thunderbolt right in his hand.