Chapter 67: I'm Sorry, I Was Too Afraid

"Qiqi, we're not going to the hospital," Gu Shen said suddenly as she looked ahead. Ever since returning from Rong City, her mind had been foggy, but in this moment, she finally calmed down.

Shen Qiqi immediately steered the car into a nearby parking spot and stopped, then turned to look at her. "What's wrong?"

Gu...

"I didn't mean that," Fu Rou hurriedly replied on the other end, her voice low and tinged with inexplicable grievance.

As the martial arena emptied, Dian Feng pondered silently. Tomorrow's first event would be the contest for the Eastern Victory King's title, and his opponent was the King of Tianji.

When the disciples of the Serpent's Den rushed down, Shankou was utterly bewildered, his legs trembling violently.

I saw her, expressionless, taking up a cigarette. A white hand supported her slender elbow, the gesture imbued with a certain elegance, as she watched, cold-eyed, an adult drama that stirred no emotion in her.

But this gathering wasn't organized jointly by the major sects; it was merely a meeting for the younger generation of cultivators. Why it had turned into a coronation ceremony, no one could recall, nor did anyone remember when it began.

"Aside from the Two Yellow Banners, the Primary Blue Banner, and the Two White Banners, how did the other three banners respond?" In truth, I had already guessed the outcome from Dorgon’s expression—the meeting had ended exactly as I anticipated, without resolution.

Upon ascending Thunder Peak, his immortal cultivation was at the middle stage of True Immortal, but his progress was rapid. Without Gangtian's suppression, in a brief span, Qingmu grew another leaf.

Chen Xi said, don't negotiate terms with Dong in front of too many people, or he’ll feel embarrassed. Tell him to go to the room—he'll surely go. If he doesn't, he'll lose face anyway.

As an absolute close-combat expert, Tong Tian observed his opponent's moves and nodded quietly. The player before him was not only arrogant, but also seemed quite formidable.

He laid Xiao Mo down on the bed, removed her shoes, and arranged her in a comfortable posture. Only then did He Chuan enter the bathroom to shower, and after he finished, he slept directly on the sofa.

Most importantly, this dagger was much longer than Zhou Bingran’s palm. When it entered his hand, it vanished entirely, leaving only the hilt visible. Qi Zhijia couldn’t see where the blade was at all.

As for Wang Haisheng, He Chuan hadn’t seen him all morning. The man seemed to have vanished into thin air, which made He Chuan uneasy, but there was nothing he could do. Perhaps Wang was busy with something else, so He Chuan didn’t ask and simply went about his own tasks.

One of the hall leaders wanted to object, disagreeing with the arrangement, but before he could speak, Jiang Qingrong, rubbing his brow in exhaustion, waved his hand, issuing a dismissal.

Luo Yu naturally knew why he was helping her, but her mind was in turmoil, so she could only change the subject.

"Serves you right!" Tang Caiwei shot him a glare. "Hold it yourself. I'll go get a doctor to take care of it." With that, she got up and left the ward. Zhou Bingran watched her figure, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

Dong Yizhuang would never resign himself to death. Just as Que Zhu's blade was half an inch from his chest, Dong Yizhuang had already reached out with both hands, gripping the back of Que Zhu's blade, desperately trying to lift it up, hoping to draw the weapon away from his chest.

The collaboration of spatial power and temporal power—Luo Yu hadn't even conceived of such a thing, convinced it was utterly impossible.

Li Jun and the other ten naval commanders, unaware of the reasons behind this, had already been shaken by the weapons of Cheng Gui, Xie Fu, and Zhai Yuan during the battle. Their blood churned, their hands went numb, and their strength was halved. Not only were they at a disadvantage, but they were also thoroughly beaten by the trio all the way.