Chapter 63

Because the data volume of the Ba-snake system was practically astronomical and it was still continuously harvesting data from Weibo users, tampering with it was a trivial matter. The data analysis team at Jiangyan Company consisted of only 27 people and was still quite inexperienced, making it exceedingly difficult to trace the origins of individual pieces of data.

Li Feng frowned. Having spent some time in this Red Scarf organization, he had never heard of these two names—whether it was Dongfu, Xigui, Nanyang, Beilang, or Zhongfeng.

After all, in this world, neither the mid-lane carry nor the bottom-lane carry ever built tank items.

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. I just had a few questions," Lang Fei said, waving his hand gently.

Lin Feng shared his experiences with them, though he omitted the specific truth behind the annihilation of the Jiangnan family, fearing it might provoke unnecessary trouble. Just as they were halfway through their meal, a sound suddenly came from outside.

Meng Luo's performance was decisive and aggressive. Capitalizing on his high damage output and the assistance of the Prince, he managed to avoid dying first even after plunging deep into the enemy formation.

Yang Shiqiang left behind only those words, and the several Demon Sovereigns were about to leave. With a command from Tan Xiao, everyone blocked the way forward. With a grand wave of Fan Guobiao's hand, almost all the ghost enforcers, save for Tan Xiao, were instantly frozen in place.

Mochinna wore a solemn expression. He picked up his gentleman's cane, tucked the navigational chart carelessly under his armpit, gave Stuart a brief signal, and strode out.

"There is also a fatigue value setting. Once the fatigue value is used up, players won't be able to play anymore," Hang Yu said.

Tang Juan was just about to make a move when suddenly the sound of breaking wind echoed all around. With a crisp chime of a sword, several heads hit the ground. None of them had seen how the newcomer drew his sword or made his move, yet the surrounding bandits had all been decapitated. Looking at the weapon in that person's hand, Lin Feng gasped in astonishment.

"Antaorice... Ever since I took office in Sicily, I haven't had much contact with him for eight years," Milon remarked, looking somewhat regretful.

At that moment, two streaks of golden light suddenly pierced the sky, cutting through the dark clouds, and finally landed right in front of Tiansheng.

"Very well, Your Majesty, I will attend to it immediately!" Melcis replied crisply, without the slightest hesitation or evasion, knowing full well this was a matter of paramount importance to the kingdom.

The Roc Demon King's might shook the entire demon realm. Even now, with countless sects and sacred grounds venturing into the Western Wasteland, they only fought independent battles and tried their best to steer clear of the Demon King.

"Those trinkets of yours won't fetch a few immortal stones anyway. How about I give you something to do?" Ling Duyu stroked his chin as he looked at the dozen or so people.

Naturally, Green Willow Flower Alley, which opened its doors to all guests and treated everyone as honored patrons, was solely in business for profit and would never resort to criminal misconduct. However, Chen Zheng and Gu Qingzhou could easily discern a person's benevolent or malicious intent, falsehood or sincerity, simply from their speech, breathing, heartbeat, blood circulation, and even the mysterious and ethereal fluctuations of their soul.

In early June, Leotychides led the allied generals and several former Lydian officials out of the city to welcome the emissaries from Diaolia.

"Master is just up ahead; I cannot let anything happen to him." Seeing Qianmeng's disheveled and wretched state, Ling Yun felt a pang of sympathy. Yet this was no time for apologies; even if the path ahead led straight to hell, he would follow unhesitatingly in Elder Luofeng's footsteps.

The already lofty image of Jiang Yu in the eyes of the melon-pated, chubby simpleton instantly grew even more towering and majestic.

"Who dares trespass into my territory? Are you courting death?" The voice was deep and resounded with a majestic authority, as if it could erupt into fury at any second.

No one could have anticipated such an event; it felt utterly surreal and incredible. At the same time, everyone could not help but gasp in cold air, their scalps tingling with fright. The young man from the Dragon Martial Clan before them was simply too terrifying, truly worthy of being part of the supreme divine race that once ruled the heavens.

In the nick of time, Old Zhu had no leisure to think. Guided by his intuition, he thrust his seven-star spear fiercely toward the neck of the Mo-carving beast.

Finding a secluded spot, Fang Yi and Bai Jingjing sat facing each other, while Meng Wei sat not far away.

Who in the Immortal Realm didn't know that Tianpeng had a notoriously protective and unapproachable handsome master? Now that Ye Chen had beaten Tianpeng to that extent, could his fiercely protective master possibly fail to show up?

Consequently, numerous Vajras of Mount Ling mounted the clouds and drove the wind, swarming out like a hive of bees to pursue the five travelers of the Western Journey.

After nine days and nine nights of smelting, the iron axe had been melted down into liquid iron by the Supreme Deity's Flame. Mimicking the style of a Tang saber, Old Zhu forged it into a straight-bladed saber.

That fierce battle outside the gates of Nanyang City back then had been a true grueling struggle—a battle to the death. Huang Zhong had once believed the Yellow Turban rebels were utterly vulnerable, but the moment he charged deep into their ranks and fought against the core rebel forces, he sensed the difference.

As the Crown Prince of the Red Sand River, Long Zhibai had never suffered such humiliation before. Burning with hatred, even as he was being trampled beneath Zhu Tianpeng's foot, he still spoke with arrogant defiance.

"I know, I know! The promise I made to Shi Ming'en is something I've always remembered, you don't need to remind me!" Lin Suisui shoved him a few times and chased him right out of her bedroom. Thinking of Shi Ming'en left her feeling somewhat downcast, wondering what kind of life he was living across the ocean.

Su Luomei was practically beside herself with rage upon learning the truth. To think that all her painstaking efforts and running around for the Chen family were supposedly taken for granted! Just how much money had she spent to get Chen Junliang released as soon as possible?

Lin Yuan quickly averted his gaze, forcing himself not to look. He desperately wanted to, but feared startling her if she suddenly woke up, which wouldn't do at all. His gaze lingered gloomily on the outside of the window as he wondered what was on his mind.

Jing Yi didn't even spare them a single glance. For people like them, the crushing pressure of daily survival left them with zero inclination to care why a rainbow had appeared in the sky.

Ning Ning smiled faintly and gently unsealed the pottery jar. Instantly, an overwhelmingly rich fragrance of wine pervaded the entire room.

Hao Yun walked in silence across the snowy mountain. He longed to climb this peak, to reach its summit, and touch the pure, flawless horizon.

Noticing the sound of footsteps, Jiang Muyang tugged at his clothes, curling up near the door with his garments slightly disheveled as if he had been violated, a trace of terror on his face. On the floor lay Sun Rui, writhing in agonizing pain from the beating he had received.