Chapter 67 Background and Details
Though the imperial physician's touch was light, it was steady as he slowly extracted the arrowhead embedded deep in the flesh and bone.
Chen Suixin pressed her lips tightly together, her delicate brows knitting into two small peaks, yet she steadfastly endured the pain without uttering a sound.
Similar research was taking place simultaneously in many countries; not only was the United States extremely curious about the back-to-back moon landings, but nations such as Russia, France, the United Kingdom, and Germany were also paying close attention to the matter.
However, after much deliberation, many people came to the desolate realization that they simply had no way of dealing with an attack of Jiang Xin's caliber. In other words, unless they struck first to eliminate Jiang Xin, or possessed a level of power vastly superior to hers, matching her as an opponent was utterly out of the question.
When a Great Luo Golden Immortal expounded upon the Dao, although there were no falling blossoms of heavenly splendor, the spiritual Qi across hundreds of thousands of miles surged continuously toward Maple Forest Star, creating a terrifying momentum beyond description.
"But Sister Laner still has a forty-point question left unanswered. Are you certain you want to use your lifeline right now? A forty-point question might be even trickier than this one, you know," Xu Duan teased with a sly smile.
"Grandpa Chen!" Jiu'er suddenly cried out, hurrying over to Yun Cheng's side in a few swift steps, calling out with pleasant surprise to the elderly man who had emerged.
"Give me a few minutes. Unless you are willing to cast aside your power and embrace death, don't even think about running!" Yun Cheng's voice was chillingly cold. He casually tossed a light quilt onto the sofa, then flashed and leaped out through the open window.
"It's easy for you to stand there and talk idly. If these were disciples of your Duckweed Clan, you would have flipped out long ago," Pangu Meng said with a look of disdain.
In an instant, the air around Yun Cheng grew somewhat stagnant. A flash crossed Yun Cheng's gaze, but instead of turning to the right, he looked to the left.
Song Yihai raised his arm, feeling the formidable strength contained within his body, his face flushed with excitement.
After arranging everything, Lin Ke let out a long sigh of relief, then used a town portal scroll to leave the auction house.
If Ye Chen had not kept his eyes on him the entire time and intervened in the nick of time, there was no telling what might have happened. One must remember that at the time, he was merely a raw recruit who had never received any professional training.
Mu Xing's expression shifted drastically. Releasing the vines in his hands, he retreated backward several steps in a flurry, putting distance between himself and Ye Tanyun.
The trembling did not last long before he felt a wave of heat wash over him from behind.
With a single slash, he cut a fire sprite charging toward him in two, then quickly strode toward his falcon.
Even Xue Rengui, watching the battle from afar, was struck with astonishment while beads of cold sweat broke out across his forehead.
"Brother Zhaowu, do you know the head of this Zhou family?" Qian Yan followed Zhao Wu's gaze to spot Zhou Hai-tao, and immediately asked out of curiosity.
Renault let out a hearty laugh and was about to turn around when another lazy, enchanting voice drifted from behind him.
As Fang Yi spoke, he actually pressed the recording button, though his true intentions remained entirely unknown.
Ever since their last Weibo post, they had urgently initiated the approval process, and it was projected that the project would officially launch in the Dragon Kingdom in just over twenty days.
The king's expression changed, and with a wave of his hand, Shaliya and the dancers, who had been performing, bowed and withdrew.
His shouting and slash-happy demeanor bore a striking resemblance to the raw emotions buried deep within the hearts of many people, yearning to be expressed.
Trailing closely behind was a man-eating flower. What made it utterly speechless was that the flower was gripping a piece of fabric in its mouth—upon closer inspection, wasn't that a fragment from the tail of a Boeing 747?
Viscous flesh and blood were scattered along the bridge railing; some people leaned against the barrier vomiting violently and dizzy with misery, while others maintained expressionless faces as they continued to collect the criminal evidence left behind at the scene.