Chapter 63: The Sixty-Third Iron Pillar

After all, his father, the Orthodox Emperor Zhu Qizhen, and the Jingtai Emperor Zhu Qiyu could still be considered somewhat accomplished emperors who held genuine practical power.

At this moment, Zhou Yang finally descended slowly from the dark clouds high in the sky, landing near the remains of the Hydra.

Jiang Dongping took out a ring box. "There is a ring inside. Wearing it won't affect your work, and you can wear it anytime, anywhere." He was practically saying that wearing this ring would ensure no one would pursue her.

And indeed, that was the case. The Triskelion headquarters was primarily responsible for S.H.I.E.L.D.'s political and economic communication with the United States and the United Nations, providing mostly logistical support. When it came to actual operations and command, however, the Central Base was in charge.

Lin Yu felt a severe headache upon hearing this. But upon second thought, the events of yesterday evening had spread throughout the entire sect by today. Nine times out of ten, that Elder Huang had done it intentionally. Yet he and Elder Huang had only met once, and their statuses were worlds apart. For the elder to suddenly bestow such a massive favor upon him was truly worth pondering.

Only by utterly defeating them could one figure out what on earth these things were that caused such palpitations in Su Lin's heart.

Moreover, the stronger his power grew, the harder it would be for Thanos to erase him. The whole situation was not nearly as terrifying as it looked.

As long as the recent matters concerning the Zhang family and Qin Jian had nothing to do with her, Lin Luo, he would never make things difficult for her.

"Hehe, defying the heavenly dao? It's more like complying with the heavenly dao... I told you before, the Nascent Soul is something the heavens and earth cannot tolerate. A cultivator destroying their own Nascent Soul is acting in accordance with the heavenly dao. Otherwise, where do you think that extra lifespan comes from?" Fang Dunchen continued.

The onlookers burst into laughter. Where had Madame Zhou ever heard such talk, especially directed at her precious son? Anger surged to her head, and she longed to pounce forward and slap Luo Qiu hard across the face twice.

"Go to hell, Ronnie! Clear your tab before you worry about what other people are drinking!" the tavern owner standing behind the counter yelled fiercely, pointing at the instigator.

Yet many people still leaned toward the Sword God. However, the Sword Palace's influence was too overwhelming; too afraid to resist, they could only silently retreat to the corners, watching as figure after figure drew their swords and walked step by step down the bluestone staircase that had already been split in two.

He also let out a deep sigh. "To shake the world with renown, to dispel cataclysms, to ascend the Nine Realms, and reach the heavens in a single step. If all goes well, perhaps in just three to five years, you will become the leader of the righteous path. Whether it is I, Wudang, or any other sect, all will follow your lead."

"Yes," the grey wolf acknowledged. After a moment of thought, he said, "Master, that Murong Yixuan has also come, arriving together with Old Master Feng and the others." Upon hearing this, the master stopped in his tracks and turned around.

Calling it a camp was more like a training ground, because at this moment, a massive number of wights were just standing around in punishment. Only two tents had been pitched—one for Carol's personal use, and the other belonging to Wallis.

Yun Yi widened his eyes, a look of astonishment crossing his face. He retreated four or five meters repeatedly before the wall of qi finally vanished.

Eliona sneered inwardly, though her face remained completely expressionless. After stating his demands, Chu Nan calmly stood to the side, maintaining the detached demeanor of an aloof master of the arts. In reality, however, he was secretly communicating with Eliona using the power of their contract.

The cardinal's face looked somewhat ashen. The reason was none other than the fact that the black dot on the map was still there. Not only that, but they had already reached the central region of Wyman—verily, the very heartland of Wyman.

Back then, the Employees' Association was not very efficiency-oriented, and its fees were merely symbolic local specialties. However, as the reputation of the Employees' Association steadily grew and its scale expanded, full-time salaried staff gradually appeared. The fees charged grew higher and higher, and its operations became increasingly inclined toward capital and finance.

Do you take me for an idiot? Making zero commitments just to let the Uchiha Group sponsor a hundred million for free? You must be out of your mind dreaming of money!

"Don't be like this, Du Ruo, you'll regret it!" His tone reverted to its customary coldness, yet his eyes still held a lingering, painful struggle.

It seemed as though the moment Mo Qianning finished speaking, Wang Siwu would act upon it immediately; An Ruoran was their shared enemy.

Fortunately, the Chu siblings both had good tempers and didn't take the matter to heart. After a few remarks, the incident passed.

The only one audacious enough to be thrust into the eye of the storm yet remain immensely smug was probably Bai Pianran.

However, Mo Qianning had misunderstood Leng Dianchen. In truth, Leng Dianchen merely wanted to prompt An Ruoran to express her true feelings.

A solid, resounding slap. Because the private room had no DJ playing music, it was very quiet, and the sound of that slap was heard with absolute clarity.

He was an ordinary human whose ferocious offensive momentum could only be sustained for five minutes. After five minutes, his stamina and mental focus could no longer keep up with the depletion, resulting in one mistake after another.

Yet at this moment, he grew overly greedy, wishing that time would stop and the dawn would never break.

Obviously, old Horton's workshop lacked the conditions for that; it still relied on a backward, semi-manual, semi-mechanical approach, depending entirely on the assembler's experience and skill.

"Gents... gents, please let me go. I... I didn't see anything, and I won't say anything either. Our family only has one son, I beg of you." Lu Chen could no longer hold back, crying and pleading.

Chen Junrong instructed the brothers in the hall, "All of you get out. I want to talk to Yuesheng alone." At this moment, all her tears were gone; what remained was only resolve and action.

The voice was seductive and languid, making one feel as though someone was gently scratching their heart with the tip of a strand of hair, making them want to reach in and scratch it. Yet clearly, the voice belonged to a man.

Waves of formidable power erupted, slamming fiercely onto the ground below and instantly sending the dense packs of heavenly wolves rolling backward, clearing out a massive vacant patch in an instant.

A defender who stops the ball 100 meters away at his own feet, initiates an attack, and forces the opposing goalkeeper to make a save—is a Chinese player.