Chapter 62: Old Grudges Resurface

“Hurry! Find out for me, quickly!” Feng Xu stared intently at the screen before him, determined to see who had entered his room.

The technician adjusting the surveillance coughed lightly a few times, then turned to glance at Feng Xu. “It’s you...”

Chen Fang felt that this matter was like a tangled mess; seeking out the Sinai Codex would be exceedingly difficult. It was a pity—though he was the Demon Emperor, his cultivation was only half that of Yang Tian. Yang Tian was utterly disappointed by this.

Clad in black, Yang Tian stood at the scene like a descending demon god, his entire being radiating overwhelming pressure.

Though flesh recovers easily, peachwood bones are slow to heal. My whole body still felt disjointed, as if my skeleton were riddled with cracks, ready to shatter at any moment.

The ferocious beasts were simply too formidable. Each one exuded a savage, brutal aura; every creature possessed power at the Celestial Realm, pressing down with crushing force.

At this moment, Zhang Shaoyang was in high spirits, feeding his pet husky with a dog bone in his hand.

Zhao Ming had only walked a few steps before sensing someone chasing him from behind. He stopped and turned to look—sure enough, there was someone, and not just one, but seven or eight.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiu nearly wished for death. He quickly stopped him and slapped him hard, leaving him dizzy and dazed.

After the diamond-shaped chunks of flesh fell to the ground, they seemed to come alive, writhing like worms and emitting thick black fumes.

The Gao family erupted with immense power. Led by Gao Feihu, they charged directly toward the ferocious beasts in the Sacred Beast Valley.

An army without conviction, facing a powerful enemy, was nothing more than a mass of walking corpses.

“Let the ceremonial crown cover my hair, so I remember we once shared a bed, and you’ll always be tied to me.” His palm pressed below her waist, and Lü Bu gently squeezed a couple of times.

Yet it found that its gaze could not penetrate Jiang Zhenwu’s body, as if confronted by a powerful chaos; no elemental force could pierce through, and all it could sense was a mysterious power, seemingly brewing the entire world.

“Master, I’ve brought the man.” Without paying any mind to Old Wu cursing in his hand, Liu Tianyu returned to the side of the Tianshan Elder and tossed Old Wu beside her as casually as throwing a rag doll.

However, Chi Jing was not the defenseless candyman she once seemed. She thrust her dagger, coated with some substance, straight into his brow, alongside the arrow already lodged there.

Zhou Xingzu lay in bed feeling somewhat frustrated. He knew that tomorrow his little sister would surely come to collect debts. The feeling of having to pay when he hadn’t even played was truly infuriating.

The greatest commotion at this moment was in Liaodong. Since the Tiance Army took the Lüshun Peninsula, they gradually pushed northward, currently stationed along the Fuzhou line, consolidating their gains, building bridges and roads, and stockpiling supplies.

Cao Cao sent Mao Jie and Xu Chu to obstruct Lü Bu from relocating the families of officials from Xu Province. Lü Bu, stationed in Pengcheng, after days of preparation, finally awaited the day his family could depart.

“Let’s dine at Emerald Pavilion. Don’t call me Commander inside, just Second Young Master will do.” Hearing that Zhang Chengye and the others had visited the Plum Blossom Pavilion, Wang Yue chose the Emerald Pavilion.

After some thought, Ye Feng decided to go to Mandala Estate to bring Madam Wang, to see her one last time, so Wu Yazi would have no regrets.

Her brows were arched like smoke, neither frowning nor relaxed; her eyes were full of emotion, neither joyful nor sad. Her demeanor carried a hint of melancholy in her dimples, her delicate figure seemed touched by illness. Tears glistened, her breathing was faint. Quiet and serene, she was like a delicate flower reflected in water; in motion, like a slender willow swaying in the breeze. Her heart was more clever than Bi Gan, and her illness surpassed Xi Shi’s beauty by threefold.