Chapter 66 Taking Over

Actually, thinking about it, combined with what happened yesterday and today, everything has turned out quite ugly.

This voice was not nearly as terrifying as the one described in Li Mingyue's story. On the contrary, it felt remarkably familiar, as if it were something heard once deep within the recesses of memory without realizing it.

While construction work was in full swing at Sun-Moon Mountain, Ma Ye and the others were embroiled in a bloody battle.

Tang Ling reached out and grabbed Bailu's hand, patted the back of her hand reassuringly, and offered her a friendly smile.

Li Tai was an extremely clever child. Not only was he exceptionally well-read and knowledgeable, but he also possessed a photographic memory for almost everything, making him truly worthy of being called a genius. Such a person was suited to be a scholar rather than an emperor, which was why he lost the struggle for the throne to the now two-year-old Li Zhi in later times.

Thus, by mobilizing personnel, going full throttle, and working overtime for a whole week, they finally managed to clear out a large portion of the backlog of orders.

He only managed to touch a mobile phone with a severely cracked casing, but it would serve well enough as a dedicated music player.

Could they be in the same gang? Do they all possess this kind of "technique"? But today was quite strange; I didn't even catch a glimpse of the face of that person wearing the straw hat.

Although the two of them had little prior interaction, they had been sticking close together recently, and their relationship had grown much closer.

She raised her eyes to look at Zhao Yu and saw the veins bulging on his forehead, his face drenched in sweat, and his eyes bloodshot. He was using the utmost willpower to control himself, preventing himself from losing his sanity.

Amidst the chatter, a staff member brought over a high stool for him. He nodded, took the stool, and sat down in the center of the stage, resting his right foot on the rung and placing the guitar horizontally across his knees.

Ever since Liu Chen rescued her last time, Sister Fan had been treating Liu Chen exceptionally well. She tried her best to whip up several dishes for dinner and invite him to join, showing a level of enthusiastic hospitality that made it impossible to refuse.

Today during the day, Dami was officially conferred a title. Although she was very exhausted now, she was in a state of high excitement, tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep.

She naturally understood what Princess Xueying meant. Once the nominations were locked in, Shu Hongming receiving the Lifetime Achievement Award was a certainty.

"That's right, with so many of our sects present here, if there truly are immortal herbs inside the cave, we should all enter together to explore and share them. For your Blood River Sect to attempt to monopolize them is sheer delusion!" some powerful figures roared with a rigid attitude.

Both of these men were Grand Masters, so no matter how arrogant Duanmu Ci might be, he would never dare to compare himself to them.

Unless one possessed peerless natural talent or special abilities and trump cards, a newly advanced expert naturally could not match up to a veteran one.

As she muttered to herself inwardly, her phone suddenly emitted a soft chime. Bai Zi tapped on it and discovered a new Weibo notification. Her eyes lit up, and she quickly reached out to tap and open it; sure enough, it was a new post from Great Master Shemi.

Not only that, but the Earth cultivators who managed to achieve success in cultivation under conditions where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was depleted were almost all cultivation geniuses. Upon arriving at the Endless Heavenly Sea realm, relying on massive resources, everyone's strength advanced by leaps and bounds, and now our very own Tribulation-stage experts have been born.

A look of surprise crept onto the clerk's face as his gaze kept darting toward Li Dacheng. Just how had this Mr. Li captured the boss's heart? Over all these years, at least a hundred people had pursued the boss, yet not a single one had ever been acknowledged as her man.

Her pale complexion instantly flushed with an unnatural red hue, and a deep, frantic look filled her eyes as the energy within her body became chaotic and violent.

Clutching a bowl of noodles, Luke slurped them down with great relish and satisfaction. His palate had truly suffered over the past few days, and now that he could finally enjoy a hot meal, he naturally found it immensely delicious. Even Lillian, who was still feeling somewhat dizzy beside him, felt her appetite stimulated by the sight.

If these five Martial King experts had been present back then, they would never have allowed those people to stir up such chaos.

How formidable was Peng Zhen in my memory? I always felt like he was a Transformer—someone who made people gnash their teeth in hatred, wishing they could chop him into a thousand pieces. Yet words like "injured" or "weak" had no business being associated with him.

I was still controlled by the King of Hell, but I mobilized soul power, cooperating with the blood-qi force within my body, to shatter the King of Hell's restraints and regain my freedom.

Sun Wukong yearned for freedom. Having been suppressed by the Buddha for five hundred years back then, perhaps those five hundred years had become Sun Wukong's greatest fear. Now that he was once again subjected to what amounted to imprisonment, Sun Wukong must have been gripped by terror in his heart.

Hearing me say this, those people blinked, and the look of confusion on their faces grew even denser.

Back then, Xia Wanwan and Xia Chuyan, one operating in the open and the other in secret, one managing the inside and the other the outside, led the Xia family from desolation to its present prosperity. While one couldn't say the credit was entirely theirs, at least fifty percent or more of it belonged to the two of them.

Coupled with the mid-stage Martial Ancestor expert from the Gods Alliance, the opposing side actually possessed three Martial Ancestors and one Martial Emperor—a vastly disproportionate disparity in strength.

Li Hao was also dumbfounded, never imagining that he would receive such an honor in this lifetime.

Tang Hongnod gathered her emotions and just opened her mouth to speak, her voice not even uttering a sound yet, when Guan Xu beat her to it and called out. However, he did not address them as Dad and Mom Guan, but rather as Old Man Tang and Mother Su.

Tang Hongdou glanced at Guan Xu, knowing he must have filled Gu Haiyang in on the situation. Originally, she was still agonizing over whether or not to tell Tong Muyan, but since Guan Xu had already brought it up, it saved her the trouble of racking her brains.

Dog Brother leaped over to Wu Feng's side and inspected him using soul energy, clicking his tongue in amazement. It was truly too incredible.

Every single mechanism in the stone chambers was marked on the map, except for the palace within the wall. Even if someone were to break in one day and manage to open the bluestone wall, the thousand-year dark iron inside was as secure as a fortress; without the camel-flower hairpin, no one would ever be able to enter.

Qin Yang nodded, seemingly convinced, and slowly walked into the shop. However... just as he brushed past that person, he whirled around and executed a capture hold.

After Xi'en's words fell, Mu Qifan let out a low chuckle, looking at her with that smile while she felt somewhat embarrassed by it.

Song Jian leaped from one tree to another, his body kicking up gusts of wind as he sprinted.