Chapter 65

A single sweep of the Spirit-Peeping Dharma Eye allowed Xiao Mian to assess the might of the demonic pearl, filling his heart with secret delight.

"One must always give it a try, after all, with government support, Mr. Chu has nothing to worry about," Charles said with a smile, emphasizing the words "government support" heavily. He knew the mentality of the people of Huaxia well—anything associated with the government was bound to be a safe bet with guaranteed profits.

However, belonging to the same sect did not mean they could live together in harmony without being on guard. It was not uncommon for disciples of the Six Paths Sect to stab each other in the back; if anything, it called for even greater vigilance.

The battle between the two held no dramatic ripples. This fifth-layer realm disciple was neither playing the pig to eat the tiger, nor was his low-profile attitude a deliberate concealment of strength. Without using even half of his power, Luo Feng comprehensively and overwhelmingly defeated his opponent.

Sun Ang sat by the edge of the pool, the invisible mental cultivation vortex having expanded to nearly nine zhang. With every breath he took, his chest and abdomen alternated between the extremes of compression and expansion.

Upon hearing the noble young master's words, the youth was utterly astonished. This fellow turned out to be the son of the Governor of Milan! All of them had come to Milan City to enlist in the army, a process that required passing through the Milan prefectural government office. If they were to offend the Governor of Milan, their chances of enlisting would likely go down the drain.

Yi Tongtong huffily served the food to Ye Luoxiao, turned around with puffed-up cheeks, and left. In a short while, the apartment was left with only Ye Luoxiao, Chu Zijie, and Wen Yan, even Shen Nian having retreated to her room.

This entrance would remain open for a certain period. After everyone entered, the entrance would seal shut, and after some time, it would transform into an exit.

Like a thunderclap, dozens of Cloud Shinobi and Iron Country samurai closest to Deidara's clay clones were blasted apart, their bodies shattering into pieces.

Ye Luoxiao pushed open the door and stepped inside. Taking in the situation within, she drew a deep breath, wishing she could turn around and slaughter Wang Ting.

A smell akin to burning pig hair drifted out instantly, plunging the dormitory into a chorus of sobs. Aside from the dormitory supervisor, none were spared.

The very instant my hand was released, I felt someone gently scratch my palm with a fingernail, tickling me. It was a sensation that tickled straight to the core of my heart.

Fang Pingying changed her strategy: instead of paying a fixed monthly salary, she adopted a piece-rate system where payment depended on the volume of work, with the price of each garment determined by the intricacy of the handiwork.

The group watched with bitter resentment as Baili Yan put away the jade box, yet they were utterly helpless. The River of Forgetfulness realm was a place teeming with turbid Qi, inherently disadvantageous to spiritual cultivators, let alone the fact that Wei Hanzhang and Gu Xuanxi were severely injured. Moreover, Baili Yan's cultivation at the seventh layer of the Golden Core realm was the highest among everyone present, making him someone they simply could not shake.

The moment she saw me, Dong Lingling instinctively crossed her arms and leaned against the wall behind her, a posture that could be described in four words: overbearing and aggressive. She looked precisely like the arrogant concubines who clawed their way to the top in the palace intrigue dramas popular nowadays. Song He, on the other hand, appeared rather constrained, carrying a bag slung over one shoulder with his head lowered the entire time.

In truth, it was not that Fang Pingying was petty about who did what chore; rather, having learned her lesson from her past life, she felt she could not let Zhou Yunmei perceive her as someone easy to talk to and indifferent to things, lest she be looked down upon afterward.

Midway through her sentence, she suddenly stopped, feeling a flash of annoyance as to why she had abruptly brought up Luo Zhiyong.

Driven by her willpower, the golden core within her body spun at a dizzying speed, almost blurring into a phantom. Yunshi formed hand seals, squeezing and storing as much spiritual Qi generated within the golden core as possible into her body's spiritual meridians, bones, and sinews. She then compressed the refined, dense spiritual Qi into countless layers of tight, thin barriers, wrapping them layer upon layer around her Dantian to protect it to the utmost.

Was Kirigakure weak? Of course not! The lower and middle-ranking ninja of this village could be said to be the strongest in the shinobi world, all having walked out over the corpses of their companions. Every single ninja had seen blood. Why, then, did some people peddle the notion that Kirigakure was weak? Simply because the village had not launched any foreign wars for many years?

Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun had not yet arrived, but Qin Shan, who had already learned the truth, rushed over directly.

The clansmen instantly lost their footing, and those near the edge tumbled successively into the water. For a time, utter chaos reigned.

Leaving things unattended after initiating them won't do; Fonseca had entrusted the person to his old friend Leonardo. Leonardo, unable to manage either the team or the training sessions, passed him on in turn to Kaka, the current leader of the Brazilian faction. Yet Zhuoyang, this honorary Brazilian, was the true head of the Brazilian faction—if Kaka didn't turn to him, who else could he find?

Spirit-light resources and wealth value had reached an unprecedented height. Through Jin Yang's overnight conversion, a massive volume of wealth and resources had been transformed into actual points. Jin Yang smiled with deep gratification, knowing full well that acquiring this batch of resources had been no easy feat.

Rebound! And a rebound nearly twice the force of his own! Furthermore, it was an impact that could neither be dodged nor evaded. Xuanyue found it hard to believe that such a powerful inner armor existed in this world.

"Greetings, Senior Yanhong!" Killing-Hatred Earth Sovereign said hurriedly—he was merely a lower earth sovereign; facing an upper earth sovereign, he naturally had to bow his head.

Upon hearing these words, the gaze of Yaling, who naturally belonged to the ice-beauty type, grew even colder, yet a wry, amused smile immediately tugged at the corners of her lips.

He abandoned the idea of reforming the Heavenly Martial Earth Golden Armor; destroyed was destroyed. If it could be broken once, it could naturally be broken a second or third time. This was not a fight to the death, and there was no need to waste spiritual Qi in such a manner.

With wide, sturdy shoulders, his deltoids slammed like a massive boulder into the horse's belly, instantly knocking the warhorse charging into a pile of rubble. With a crisp, sharp snap, the horse's leg became trapped in a fissure in the stones and broke instantly. Liao Hua was also hurled up into the sky, crashing heavily onto the ground with a dull thud.