Chapter 69: Far Too Much

"Yuyang, what are you doing out here as well?"

A young gentleman in a purple brocade robe approached, fanning himself. His fair face bore a faint smile.

He appeared to be about sixteen or seventeen, handsome and dashing, yet the look he gave Ye Cheng was less than friendly.

"I was stifled at home and needed some air," Chu Xiong replied...

"I'm moving out." Su Can didn’t even bother to look up at Liu Mingshu, continuing to pack his clothes without pause.

The two of them had no intention of troubling the large serpent, but unexpectedly, it slithered toward where they stood.

In the bloody chaos of battle, he was almost entirely shrouded in crimson, even his eyes were bloodshot—truly maddened by the fight. He had failed. As a shield warrior, his duty was to protect everything.

"Do you still want to gather intelligence? Still planning to wage war against China?" Song Kaishun asked anxiously. Anyone who had lived through that era remembered well the devastating war that nearly annihilated their nation.

Jing Moxuan gazed at her coldly, saying nothing. He simply pushed Han Shui’er into the restroom so she could compose herself before returning to work.

Wang Peng forced a smile, shook hands with Cheng Pengfei in farewell, and Chen Zifeng followed Cheng Pengfei downstairs.

But Han Shui’er could never have imagined that at this very moment, Bai Yunshan had returned to her own villa for some urgent matter and was not in the Jing family’s Moon Forest villa.

Then, the cool current surged straight into his mind, pushing toward the next level—“Boom! Boom!”—the impact like waves crashing ashore.

Not far behind the command center, on a high slope, a new pavilion made of reeds and bamboo had been erected—tall and solemn.

Taking advantage of his incredible speed, Lone Rain headed toward the sea, glancing back at the enormous, oblivious octopus king. As expected, the beast had not yet noticed him.

Now, however, for Xu Tian to ascend so many steps at once meant his state of mind was flawless—at least before the fifth and sixth steps of the Divine Staircase, there was no sign of weakness.

She couldn’t say why, but it was an instinct—Yuan Qing was certain it was the Midnight Butterfly, and equally certain that the mark now on her body could not be anything good.

Soon after Ye Xiao left, another black-bearded Taoist lightly leapt, stepping through the void, and came to stand beside Yang Ze the Taoist.

The old man glanced at Shi Shuiyue, then drew a porcelain bottle from his sleeve, shook out a pitch-black pill, and made Shi Shuiyue swallow it.

Most importantly, that altar was still suffused with a dark aura, making Xu Tian’s eyes seem dim, though the corners of his lips curled ever so slightly.

Mei Yuqin watched her quietly—watched her eyes, and the pride and stubbornness within them.

Thinking it over, Su Qingling nodded. She found it very comfortable being with Lin Xiao; he seemed to know everything, always calm and easygoing, as though nothing in the world could disturb him.

Every time the Seven-Star Demon Emperor used Xu Tian’s body, he could feel Xu Tian’s strength increasing. The first time, even defeating a mid-tier Heavenly Emperor had been difficult.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King knew the young man before him was even more formidable than the straw-hatted man he’d fought previously, and dared not be careless. He unleashed the Dragon Elephant Prana’s ultimate technique—Dragon Elephant Sanctum.

“Great one, did you hear that? My principal would like to meet you—could you honor us?” Yun Jie spoke within his spiritual sea.

Karina and Su Yang had not expected that Melly would have Gao Fei perform such an astonishing feat.

As she hesitated, the lead beasts dipped their heads, horns pointing forward, and a streak of blue sword energy shot forth with a sizzling sound.

“In fact, I’m very curious about your ability to have children,” the man remarked bluntly, startling Momo so much she nearly choked on her own saliva.