Chapter 62: Opportunity

Drops of water hung from the eaves like bead curtains, and dim candles flickered gently inside the private room. The surroundings were completely silent, save for Lin Yi, who poured cup after cup of wine down his throat.

Now, this forest seemed to stretch endlessly without bound, and since Mu Xifeng could not fly, he had no choice but to rely on his own two legs. This proved to be quite a hardship for the young master Mu. In just half a month, a pair of shoes was completely worn out, and even his clothes were torn to shreds by tree resin, making him look just like Tarzan.

He squatted beneath the rock wall, rethinking his next course of action. While he was thus lost in thought, the immortal sword in his hand suddenly vibrated slightly.

Since he could not fall asleep anyway, Tang Jin jumped out of bed and hurried to the dressing room to change into his masked hero spandex suit. Since he could not engage in any vigorous "workouts" at home, he might as well go out for a stroll. Having not played the role of the masked man for quite some time, he began to feel a surge of excitement once again.

When Qin Ruyi received the call from home, she was so frightened she nearly burst into tears. The very next day, she rushed back to Shaoyang from Mount Song. Although she had already been informed that her grandfather's injuries were not severe, she remained deeply worried all the way there.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?!" Startled into a sudden gasp, Eunuch Tai's expression shifted dramatically as he stared fixedly at Xing Luo, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Xu Hui sat beside Lin Yinan, gazing at the talented scholar and the graceful lady sitting side by side before her, praising them inwardly.

Zhang Liao sighed softly, saying nothing more. Unlike Yan Liang, he did not carry so many misgivings; he knew that Lü Bu too had his hidden difficulties. Zhang Liao did not know that everything concerning the two of them had fallen into the eyes of those who cared. The secret agents established by Lü Bu for the sake of security could be said to be everywhere.

"Mr. Pence, will this explosion affect the structural safety of the entire building?" Liu Danyan's expression changed as she asked the Scottish designer standing beside her.

Right under Xiao Mian's astonished gaze, Granny Hua held the sachet and silently circulated her inner energy, seemingly activating the Four-Leaf Qingping Sachet with her divine sense.

The severed upper section lay scattered near his feet. Zheng Feng reached out and gently stroked it; the stone pillar had not turned to powder, and a chilling sensation emanated from it.

"Annie will be all right, won't she?" Mia finally revealed a trace of her vulnerability involuntarily. Over the years, she felt a deep sense of guilt toward Annie; she could not forget the reluctant and sorrowful look in Annie's eyes when she left. Now that something had happened to Annie, her heart was shattered.

However, in the minds of most Grand Masters, shattering the diamond realm was considered a step lower than shattering the void.

To the Spirit-Peeping Dharma Eye, that fiery red mountain rock was a mass of extremely pure fire spiritual Qi; even top-tier fire-attribute spirit stones probably lacked such density.

Sun Ang sat beside the pool, and the invisible mental-art vortex had expanded to nearly nine zhang. With every breath he took, his chest and abdomen alternated between extreme compression and expansion.

The leader of the sixth-grade fierce beasts clearly possessed higher intelligence. Its fierce gaze turned toward Chunan, yet it instantly radiated a glimmer of hopeful light.

It was true that in the Seven Realms of the Dark Sea, having strength meant having wealth, and supreme experts possessed fortunes vast enough to rival nations. Yet, they still could not compare to the top-tier figures among the three great nouveau-riche professions of the Seven Realms—the high-tier rune masters.

Concurrently, the Star-Magnet Divine Sword, long nourished by Xiao Mian's blood, was likewise unaffected by the Yin Qi. It struck out like a dragon, plunging straight into the formation array.

The corners of Wuzhou Wudao's mouth hooked up slightly, and with a sudden shift in his thoughts, another immense force descended overwhelmingly upon Kakuzu, forcing his hands to slowly turn toward his own head.

"Framing you?" Xie Shuiling let out a cold snort. "Prince Fu, I don't have that much leisure to plot against you. My only aim was to instigate a conflict between you and the Qiao family, throwing the situation in Fuzhou into chaos." Xie Shuiling stated his purpose just like that, appearing completely unafraid of the people present knowing.

Cao Nuoyi had kept her eyes tightly shut in tension, so she failed to see Cao Buchun's astonished expression.

"The elite forces of each banner at the Five-Hangs Sect main altar number a thousand, making a total of five thousand battle-hardened soldiers," Xie Wuqi slowly raised five fingers.

Li Qingfeng's right hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, his brows furrowing as shock gripped his heart.

At the instigation and lead of the cannon-headed man, more than a dozen of his brothers swarmed like a swarm of bees into the dumpling restaurant.

Hearing these words, Young Master Lu looked as if he had been slapped across the face in public by Qin Fan, and his face burned with a fiery pain.

"Set off!" Following Xie Wuqi's command, an army of thirty thousand marched imposingly straight toward the camp of the Kipchak Khanate's army.

Yet, if Xie Wuqi and the others were given another choice, they would undoubtedly still do it without the slightest hesitation. Compared to the brutality of the Mongols, what did this even amount to?

The general first swept his gaze across the people present. His expression appeared remarkably calm, like dead water in a deep pool, without the slightest ripple. Yet this superficial calmness merely served to mask the inner struggle raging within him. For he was well aware that any single decision he made could lead these subordinates of his to their deaths.

Previously, everyone had been touring the corridors and had never entered those closed rooms. Now, upon stepping into the dining hall, they were astonished by its overall layout and furnishings.

"That's right!" Ace clapped his hands as he watched the changes on the court. How could he have forgotten that both Kobe and Ewing were fiercely proud individuals? No matter how large the score gap was, as long as their teammates had not given up, they would undoubtedly unleash all their passion.

"I am Yu Bin, the general manager of Carnival Hotel. Hello, Mr. Zhou!" Yu Bin said with a face full of smiles as he extended his hand toward Zhou Yu.

Having been a shut-in for over five months, the chief navigator of the formidable alien pirate ship Monagoro was hard at work, making full preparations to invade Earth.

Merely having those few threads of pure spiritual Qi enter his body gave him a sensation of swelling across all his meridians. Daring not to absorb any new spiritual Qi, he threw himself fully into circulating the Four-Image Cultivation Art, controlling the spiritual Qi within his meridians to cleanse his entire body's skin and flesh.

Understanding the yearning of the Four-Image Furnace, a brilliant light flashed in Achilles' eyes. There was no telling how many black shadows roamed this grassland; if he could draw them all into the Four-Image Furnace, one could only imagine to what extent the Tree of the Earth would grow.