Chapter 63: The Sister School Showdown (Part 4)

Meanwhile, the barbecue ordered by Zhao Jing was served one after another, consisting of lamb skewers, hot dogs, eggplants, peppers, chives, enoki mushrooms, and other dishes she favored.

Elizabeth looked at the young man in sheer disbelief; seeing that her nephew had no intention of lying whatsoever, she could not help but turn serious.

Many of the relatives gathered at the entrance, upon learning of Ye Tianhong's true identity, felt a profound shock wash over them, coupled with an uncanny sense of walking through a dream.

"How on earth do you take orders? I clearly ordered shredded pork with green peppers, so why is there only green pepper here and not a shred of pork?"

At this thought, Mother Ge felt a suffocating tightness in her chest, wishing she could string up that unfilial son of hers and teach him a severe lesson.

Or should they linger to interrogate the other party further, in hopes of unearthing some unexpected, insider secrets?

As the saying goes, familiarity breeds ease. Arriving at the Huang family residence this time, Jiang Feng felt as relaxed as if he were returning to his own home. He chatted freely and widely with his father-in-law about the merits and demerits of feudal emperors, while his mother-in-law personally took to the kitchen to prepare a lavish and sumptuous feast.

"Chiyo passed away in the sixty-incial year of Konoha, at which exact age of seventy-three."

"Genghis Khan was well aware that the five Daoist arts were profound and unfathomable, capable of wielding miraculous divine powers. Knowing that the Mongol army under his command alone could not defeat the vampires, he sought to enlist Qiu Chuji to assist him with Daoist magic in commanding a more formidable army," Gu Liancheng replied with utmost calmness.

"Good day, President Zhao..." At that moment, Bank President Wang's smile appeared exceptionally sincere, and his tone was filled with profound respect, contrasting sharply with the attitude he had previously displayed toward Yang Qiqi.

Ling Xiao was not only blessed with astonishing cultivation talent, but his intelligence was by no means inferior to Xuan Yao's; it was simply that he usually preferred not to tax his mind too much.

The Netherworld monster possessed the head of an ox and the tail of a snake, crawling slowly and low to the ground within the dark, scorching tunnel. It held a massive battleaxe in both hands, with the tip of the blade scraping against the vaulted ceiling, carving out a deep groove. Sparks flew intermittently, making the pungent smell of sulfur in the tunnel even more intense and suffocating.

Coming to the Chaotic Battlefield this time and undergoing such rigorous tempering and suppression, perhaps Ye Feng could seize this opportunity to hone himself and lay a solid foundation for his eventual breakthrough into the Chaos Realm.

With their jaws hanging wide open, they stared at the decisive, ruthless, and merciless Ling Xiao, feeling a creeping numbness spread across their scalps.

At this moment, however, neither Wu Nan nor Wu Degui could perceive the invisible spiritual energy. Han Lin and the various demons watched as the spiritual energy emanating from the black medicine box at Wudan's waist drifted slowly toward Wu Degui, their faces etched with solemn expressions.

"They're finally gone... Those two were simply too much to handle... I reckon if they hadn't left, our supermarket would have fallen apart at the seams," Han Lin remarked, sinking into a nearby chair with a long sigh of relief.

In this mystical wasteland domain, numerous eccentric hermits and adepts had once attained ultimate liberation and passed away, leaving behind their lifelong collections to become legendary secret realms.

After she departed, I let out a long breath. Just as Aunt Yun had said, within the inner palace, not only were the servants pitiful, but even the masters whom they served were wretched souls. Consort Li, paralyzed by the anxious fear that I might exploit the Empress to vie for favor, did not hesitate to risk severe punishment just to warn me. Truly, she was a pitiful figure.

"Brothers, how many times have we, the Huang family army, braved storms of blood and fire? Those scum from Central Province out there can never defeat us. Am I right, everyone?" Huang Jie shouted, brandishing a broadsword in his hand.

"Judging by your words, you seem to know a great deal!" Upon hearing the explanation delivered by that aged voice, Shi Cheng could not help blurting out.

Immediately, the Dragon and Tiger Guards, who had already fallen asleep, were roused. They swiftly donned their armor and waited inside their tents, ready to charge out at the very first sign of trouble.

Yet the sudden appearance of the mysterious black hand at the very end was so overwhelmingly powerful that even the Dragon Spirit had no time to rescue Xingchen. It caught him completely off guard and nearly precipitated a disastrous mistake.

"What did he say?!" Wei Xiao stared at Zhou Zhou, asking with a curious expression. Regrettably, as he was held high aloft, rainwater kept pouring into his mouth whenever he spoke, forcing Wei Xiao to keep twisting his neck while a dizzying sensation clouded his head.

Only then did Brother Monkey gradually grow quiet. After searching for a long time without finding any exit, Brother Monkey could not help but grow anxious.

Lan Yin poked and prodded at Hunting Shadow for a long time, but seeing that the foolish giant still showed not the slightest reaction, she angrily turned her head to glare at him, only to be frozen in place by the sight unfolding before her eyes.

"It's still not too late to regret this, otherwise I shall..." Before Wei Xiao could finish his sentence, the soft sensation of a pair of lips sealed the words on his mouth.

"Kailuo!" Facing the scorching magma, no one dared to descend, not even the masters listed on the prestigious fame roll. No physical body, however strong, could withstand the burning heat of the magma.

As the frequency of his spatial leaps increased, Ye Ziluo developed a deeper and profound comprehension of space itself deep within his heart.

Aileen glared at Julia, instantly cutting off the cry for help that had risen to Julia's throat. He recited an address, and Natasha turned the steering wheel, driving toward Broadway.

Gong Lanyue remained unfazed by her harsh tone, continuing with a strange, unfathomable laugh, "The 'Waters of Forgetting' in this hourglass will run dry within a single hour. When that time comes, the floor of the entire secret chamber will gush forth like springs, instantly submerging the place in deep water."

With a sudden flash of movement, the Underworld Golden Ape extricated itself from the overlapping claw shadows, drifted lightly onto another tree branch, and directed a mocking, squeaking sneer at the Twin Saints of Mangshan. It beckoned with its hand, as if encouraging them to try catching it again.

If he were to rescue his brother, conventional methods would hardly suffice. Ye Ziluo retrieved a robe from his storage bracelet, dressed the young man in it, and administered a medicinal pill.

"Thirty pieces?!" Recovering from a sudden start, Jin Yao's expression shifted drastically. Meanwhile, Luo Xing had already split the movements of both hands, simultaneously condensing nine platinum chess pieces in one hand while forming five dark-water chess pieces in the other.

Reclining on the hospital bed, Tang Jing felt an urge to yawn out of sheer comfort, but noticing that Chen Bingwen was watching him, he managed to restrain himself and kept his eyes closed to continue feigning sleep.

Ye Ziluo possessed only a superficial understanding of the Netherworld, and Guizi had merely recounted a few past events in brief. Now that he had laid hands on these ancient entities who preserved the history of thousands of years, he seized the opportunity to consult them thoroughly.

Although the Pavilion of Gentle Breeze was exquisitely crafted, it was permeated everywhere with floating celestial essence. While Guizi's strength was certainly not insignificant, relying on nether energy to resist it would inevitably consume her cultivation power.

This was a debt owed to him by the heavens; even if he were to raise an army and stir up chaos in the demon realm, the Heavenly Emperor would turn a blind eye and even preemptively help Nether King Ye Feng fabricate a ready-made excuse.

Upon returning to the Song family residence, it came as no surprise to see Mei Mei kneeling on the ground, her expression rigid and her chin held proudly aloft.

Those who have never experienced it will never truly understand; certain memories linger right at the tip of the tongue, only to be blocked by an unknown barrier, refusing to surface no matter what.