Chapter 68 The Two Master Performers

Wu Rui seemed entirely unaware of her mistake, a hint of provocation in her eyes as she looked at Ma Wu, her lips curling into a triumphant smirk. Ma Wu, unable to contain his anger, jabbed a finger at Wu Rui and asked the two greasy men, “I’ve never understood it. You two are obviously highly skilled, but her—what is she even here for?” The two men’s expressions shifted, and they forced awkward smiles, giving perfunctory responses.

The mere thought of the Pirate God in his own world, using his divine artifact to open a magnificent sea route to other worlds, made the pirate captain’s heart surge with excitement. He, too, could take the first step beyond the artifact, possessing a fragment of divinity himself.

Had Xiao Ran not been here before, he might have assumed the place had long since been abandoned.

Ding Ling was taken aback for a moment. Suddenly, he recalled that his Tree of Fate and heart had both turned purple after his recent breakthrough. Though he’d harbored some doubts at first, there hadn’t been time to dwell on them, and lacking any experience with the Saint Realm, he assumed it was normal and simply let it go.

A furious ape’s silhouette gradually emerged amid the whirling sands, pounding its chest and howling at the sky in rage.

“But what can I do?” Ding Ling laughed at himself. In the next instant, the fear in his eyes vanished as he centered his mind and calmed his breath, quietly waiting for Nandoras to make his move.

“Don’t worry. With me here, nothing will go wrong,” Zhang Junhao replied, confident and untroubled. The true mastermind behind the bizarre virus had no idea about his circumstances; no matter how the virus evolved, it would only serve as nourishment for his cultivation.

As for the aura of death that had just surged within Dugu Muyang, it was as dark as a boundless night; so pure that a single glance made Tang Xiao sense the infinite killing intent it contained, like a colossal beast of the shadows baring its icy fangs.

As for Ye’er, although she had hidden the arsenic unintentionally, she concealed the truth, causing discord within the Zhao family. After receiving thirty strokes of the rod, she was sentenced to three years of menial labor at the Xiwu Army’s dye works.

Take, for example, the Yongle Emperor’s northern campaign: back then, the Shenji Battalion’s role was merely to harass the charging Mongol cavalry; the real contest against the Mongols fell to the Ming cavalry, led by the Three-Thousand Corps. Thus, Toghon Temur and the others never believed the Ming’s firearm troops could rival the elite Guansi cavalry.

Mingyue’s delicate face was set in a tense expression as she walked straight ahead along the scenic path without even glancing at Feng Wanxue.

“Good!” Cang Yuan knew the Dust Mirror was nothing like an ordinary mirror; perhaps only through Ning Zhe could its true power be unleashed.

Feigning resignation, he took two more pills, tossed them into his mouth, and said, “The formula’s been improved—taking them with wine works better.” With that, he washed them down with a swig of sake, tilting his head back to swallow.

The Wolf Fang soldier didn’t hesitate—he pulled the trigger, unleashing a burst of flashing bullets at close range into the corpse. Yet his target showed no reaction, instantly raising two arms to clamp down on the soldier’s neck. Its rotting, misshapen head was already gnawing at the soldier’s face.

Hua Juewu was furious, nearly beside himself. Yet, when Hua Yiyang ordered him to leave, he had no choice but to obey. Before going, he cast a venomous glare at Yun Shan. Yun Shan knelt calmly, her gaze clear and unwavering, showing neither panic nor fear.

It was strange—just in the blink of an eye, that man’s entire demeanor had transformed, his presence so imposing that even Lame Six could not meet his gaze.

If he could have stopped it before, he might have forced it to halt, preventing its emergence.

At first, the great hall remained quiet, but soon enough, Lady Xue’s heart-wrenching screams echoed from within.

Mercury transformed into a protective mirror, clinging tightly to Tiemu’s armored heart, shielding both his heart and the wound upon it.