66th Iron Pillar

With a sudden, earth-shattering roar, a bizarre and terrifying beast materialized before everyone's eyes, and Gui Mo Xiong instantly merged into the body of this strange creature.

However, until the revenue is collected, any talk of seemingly improving performance is entirely illusory.

Guo Ziyi locked his eyes onto Yuan Zongdi, spurred his horse into a gallop, and closed in on him instantly, thrusting his pink dragon spear straight at Yuan Zongdi.

"Don't any of you fight me for this! I've made quite a bit lately, I can put all of it in!" the Old Biker shouted aggressively.

Tian Siwei's smug expression deflated by more than half in an instant. His voice hitched, and the words he was about to speak were swallowed back down.

Everyone assumed Meng Luo simply wanted a quiet place to study tactics, so they left him to his own devices.

The disadvantage of cavalry became apparent at this moment. Trapped within the battle formation, the cavalry had no room to build up momentum, whereas the soldiers forming the formation didn't need to move at all. They simply sat atop their horses, leveraging the height of the mounts to lower rows of iron spikes outward, skewering the enemies who were frantically charging and trapped within the formation.

Cries of agony rang out continuously. Blood splattered across the entire plaza, and gravel flew wildly through the air. Many disciples were injured by flying stone shards, and even half of the Tianwu Sect's council hall was collapsed by several melon-shaped explosive bombs.

It gave Lin Zhengfeng an impulse he could barely restrain. Fortunately, his internal vital energy suppressed it; otherwise, there was no telling if he might have ended up having an open-air wilderness tryst with Sister Junyan right then and there.

Regrettably, Chu Dabao's palm strike, executed with eighty percent of his strength, was comparable to his full-force blow from three days ago only to the extent that it made Chu River's body tremble slightly, failing to push Chu River back even half a step.

Then, he threw a punch straight into Chen Yanan's chest, knocking her flat onto her back. The impact knocked the wind out of her, and it took her a long time to catch her breath. Her health bar instantly plummeted by five red hearts, losing a full quarter of its value.

Seeing Wang Shaohui grab the rebound, Huang Xiang began sprinting toward his own half of the court, cutting directly from the top of the arc toward the interior.

Precisely because of this, the two individuals, who were already faintly losing the upper hand, grew distracted and instantly found themselves in an even more passive position, reduced to practically being hunted down and beaten by the iron sword.

Yang Heng seemed completely indifferent to affairs in the capital. He submitted a memorial stating that the disaster along both banks of the Ning'an River was severe, and requested permission to remain in the Ning'an River region to provide disaster relief, rescue the displaced and impoverished commoners, and simultaneously organize corvée laborers and artisans to gradually rebuild the river embankments in the coming year to prevent similar tragedies from recurring.

Moreover, he deliberately wanted to make a high-profile arrest in a place like the Jade Carving Association, letting those people know: your domain is filled with people from all walks of life and complex characters, and it desperately needs someone like me to maintain law and order; stop putting on such superior airs and giving haughty looks to impress whom?

Zhao Tianming remarked that in this matter, he did not wish to meddle or interfere excessively—those with money could contribute money, and those with strength could contribute effort.

Running his hand over the milky-white porcelain surface of the jar, Zhao Tianming noted that it felt smooth to the touch without a trace of roughness; for an ordinary person, telling the difference would genuinely not be easy.

For ordinary alchemists, rare and wondrous medicinal herbs were already exceptionally difficult to come by. Only alchemists who had attained the rank of Grand Master could possibly leverage their personal connections to acquire a few sovereign-grade herbs, and naturally, they were the only ones who could afford to use them.

When everyone looked closely, there indeed crawled a black spider, looking entirely ordinary with nothing amiss. Weren't such spiders common enough in ruins of this sort?

Su Xia coughed and awkwardly averted her gaze. She knew he was angry now, likely because she had left without saying goodbye.

"By the way, didn't you say you were going abroad for a few days starting today?" Once Zhuang Qingqing had her fill of food, the blood rushed back to her brain.

After uttering her final sentence, Ye Zihan clearly had no intention of continuing any conversation with Gong Shaojin. She closed her eyes and leaned into Gong Shaoqing's embrace.

This was a rooftop. Looking off into the distance, a young man was seated alone on the ground, surrounded by emptiness.

Guo Xixi had a dream in which time flowed backward to the day years ago when she first met Chen Jiran.

After viewing the aurora, the two continued on toward the ice sculpture exhibition hall. Actually, viewing ice sculptures was best done during the day, and they had originally planned to go by daylight. However, a slight accident midway—cough, cough, spending a bit too much time in bed—meant they didn't want to miss the once-a-year ice sculpture festival, leaving them with no choice but to set out right through the night.

He had always been someone who never regretted a decision once made. Yet this time, it concerned that stubborn old man after all; would he really just stand by and watch that old man's life's work be stripped away piece by piece?

Yet I can be certain she wasn't zoning out, because when I walked in, I saw her look at me with that same ambiguous expression from the afternoon.

Following this battle, Wei Hao also acquired the moniker of "Overlord of Monster Beasts," something he had never anticipated... However, it was quite fitting; although those monster beasts were all controlled by Nangong Bei, who else could the true boss be if not Wei Hao?

Axe Skill - Mangshan Cleave: It shares similarities with the Boulder Slash but surpasses it in power, effectively serving as an upgraded version of the Boulder Slash. The user leaps high into the air and delivers a full-force strike with dual axes. Each axe deals seven times the damage of a standard attack, functioning as a dual-strike technique.

At that moment, Zhu Situ was preparing to shut down his computer as the company's lunch break was about to begin. Tang Mengmei had already called once to urge him.

Hearing this, Shui Menghen did not reply immediately. She cast a glance at the people present, an inexplicable sorrow welling up in her heart.

Riding her mount, she leisurely galloped along the road while admiring the scenery. As she penetrated deeper into the neutral zone, patches of vegetation began to appear along the roadside, though they were mostly withered, yellowed grass and scattered piles of stones.

This aluminum-alloy pot had a diameter of about eighty centimeters and stood half a foot high, filled to the brim with mutton and leek dumplings. Served with a side of minced garlic in water, the aroma was intensely appetizing.

Following that, not only did it shiver violently, but smoke also began venting from all its orifices, accompanied by crackling electrical sparks shooting outward.

Before heading downstairs, Haotian ran into two acquaintances, Miyazaki Miki and Wei Peipei. The two of them were chatting and laughing merrily, and upon spotting Haotian, Miyazaki Miki called out to him.

Having merely won a single battle—and one heavily influenced by luck at that—they were already beginning to disregard the elite vanguard of otherworldly invaders?

"It doesn't matter." Lin Xi smiled faintly, took a sip of her fruit juice, and set her cup down. Just as she intended to turn and walk away, Jin Canyang spoke up once more.

"Lin Corporation," Jiang Ling murmured softly. Instantly, he thought of Lin Ke'er, then shook his head and departed from the place.

Judging by the timeline, the other party should have perished long ago; why would they reappear now? Could it have been body possession?

Zhao Qiansheng maintained his silence and spoke no more. Su Xueling pouted and grew quiet as well, though deep down she still felt she had vented her frustration.