Chapter 162: The Immortal Returns Once More

In her previous life, she married Emperor Jianning once; in this life, she married him three times. First as a concubine, second as a consort, and third as an empress.

The originally spacious pit gradually became crowded. Many people held a disdainful attitude toward memorizing these bones, because ever since the Sui dynasty, no martial art had ever required the memorization of skeletal structures for its mastery. Rather than dealing with rotting bones all day long, people preferred to believe in an iron will, a proud backbone, and the transcendent demeanor of immortals.

Hearing this, Ramos was momentarily stunned, and then instinctively followed Xie Dongya's prompt, turning his head to look outside.

A silver flying insect, slightly larger than a hornet, flew out from his mouth. As soon as it emerged, it looked around and then landed on Mo Zaisheng's palm, rubbing against him affectionately just like a pug.

Perhaps this constituted psychological trauma, inner demons, or mental incompleteness; such psychological fractures truly gave rise to a myriad of problems.

The aloof man was choked into silence. The other party's barrage of counterarguments was logical and well-founded, leaving him with no valid reasoning to retort. He certainly couldn't confess to them, "I am afraid you won't listen to me, so I must find my former boss to come and keep you in line."

They were meritorious subjects of the clan and had shown great grace to the clan elders. Without their meticulous care in the dungeons, these elderly clan elders would likely have met their natural ends within the jurisdiction of the Capital Magistrate long ago.

Everyone sat around the campfire, and the atmosphere grew lively. After all, having emerged from that place, their minds and bodies were finally relaxed, and they chatted endlessly.

Picking up the Soul-Sensing Sword from the ground and tossing it into his spatial bracelet, he noted that although the treasured blade had lost its sword spirit, it was still a formidable divine weapon after all, and keeping it to give away as a gift would not be bad.

"President Zhang, I've brought the check, just in time to hand it to you in person!" Hu Dafa smiled as he handed the borrowed check to Manager Zhang. Even though it was just a single piece of paper, by merely relying on his own labor, he feared he could never earn such a vast sum of money in a lifetime.

Before the dragon claw even descended, the terrifying wind pressure arrived ahead of it, whipping Rolin's clothes into a snapping frenzy and sending his dark hair flying.

Though they could not see this heaven-shaking sword, the chill emanating from the weapon caused both of them to shudder involuntarily.

"Humph! Cosmic scum like you deserved to die in the first place, and now you've even harmed the interstellar sprite of our Beater Star. I, Dindong, will definitely not let you off!" Dindong declared.

"I'll prescribe some infection-prevention medicine for you. From now on, just change the dressings a few times, rest more, and take care not to strain the wound open, and you'll be fine," Dr. Jiang said.

Although it was utterly impossible for those few low-level lackeys to pose any threat to Xu Peng, such a massive oversight among his own subordinates would certainly invite mockery from their peers if word got out.

Judging by that muffled groan, Tian Hao should not have been heavily injured, let alone suffered the destruction of his body and soul. However, as fierce combat began to yield casualties, this was certainly not a favorable omen.

Hearing Nami put it that way, Gao Ming assumed the two of them had gone on an expedition into the desert before the disaster struck, and thus gave it no further thought.

"President Heng and Mr. Luo, your visit today must mean you have a specific agenda. Otherwise, you wouldn't have had Zhang Wei deliberately approach me using President Heng's identity," Che Henghu confronted them directly.

The moment Ji Hao's voice fell, the gigantic palm in the sky had already approached the apex of the imperial palace.

The duel concluded, and Yu Sheng's team lost without a shadow of a doubt. It happened almost in the blink of an eye, like an unexpected accident that caught everyone off guard and left them stunned.

However, she did not have a lighter on hand—and even if she did, it would be useless, as she feared that instead of burning open the trunk, she would end up burning herself to death.

Watching the mutated dog, which was as large as a pig, get obliterated by this wretched youth with a momentum as swift as a rolling wind, even Dongyun Liu, who had witnessed plenty of bizarre and eccentric events, was left staring in wide-eyed astonishment.

Jiang Ran and Murong Yu looked over simultaneously. After a few years, Murong Xuan's facial contours vaguely bore a trace of Murong Yu's likeness.

This person was remarkably good-looking. She found that in ancient times, encountering handsome men was an everyday occurrence; she saw them constantly, and each one possessed such distinctive and striking features.

"The Great Resurrection Art is a technique that defies the heavens; once used, it takes a very long time to recover. But never mind, I will go and treat your soldiers so that at least the wounded can survive," Liu Liu remarked, driven to distraction by their nagging and opting for a perfunctory response.

The group stepped forward. As the dust stirred up by the cushioning thrusters began to disperse, the cabin door opened, and three special forces soldiers emerged. The soldier in the lead was a burly man with a buzz cut.

Free of the excessive chatter typical of others, the two silent individuals paired together produced a most direct consequence: a mere exchange of glances was all it took for them to instantly begin slaughtering.

If he were to pair it with the newly acquired serene-blue bracelet-shaped Ruyi Profound Crystal at this moment, they would complement each other even more perfectly.

However, with the most intense battle concluded, some of the cleanup work could now proceed. Their target was not merely this Yellow Sand Demon King; the remaining twelve path demon commanders in the demon cave were all on the train's hunting list.

"Humph! Considering your advanced age, I call you Elder Wu, but don't think I'm afraid of you. Today, this lady simply refuses to budge—what can you possibly do about it?" Luo Zi akimboed her waist, the Heavenly Fragrance Fan hovering above her head, exuding an aggressive and overbearing aura.

Before Shen Yuyun could reply, a voice came from behind: "Hero Shen?" Pang Fu asked, appearing behind the three of them at some unknown moment.

Yet, that experience in the Yihong Brothel rendered her incapable of falling in love thereafter, nor did she dare to harbor any dreams of a beautiful romance.

How could it be this hard? What on earth was this stele made of? Even the Silver Soul Spear could not leave a single scratch upon it.

Early the next morning, Luo Zai had already prepared two carriages. Initially, he intended to drive the carriage for Shen Yuyun himself, but Xiner called him to the back to help move some items. When he returned, Zhang Yang had already usurped his seat, turning a deaf ear no matter what he said. Helplessly, he could only trudge to the back.

Shen Yuyun wanted to pat Xiner's shoulder to comfort her, only to discover that a silver needle was currently stuck in her shoulder. The silver needle he had hurled in his panic had still missed its precise mark slightly.

In truth, it was not that Ying Ziyu deliberately concealed his clumsy manifestation of the Lawful Heaven and Earth to imitate the martial arts divine powers of other existences.

The streets were filled with various performing street artists. Xu Lin looked around curiously, stopping to watch from time to time, seemingly just strolling about aimlessly.

Anticipating a potential foray into the underground labyrinth, Su Shijie kept his weapons tightly secured close to his body. Coupled with the powered exoskeleton, he looked as though his entire body was bristling with artillery barrels.

Yet, trapped in her own stubborn obsession, she spent every waking moment wrestling with that diamond—which was so hard it made her doubt the divine creation—and thus failed to investigate any further.