Chapter Seventy-six: Visiting Moon Pavilion - Lady Mo

“Thank you, Deputy Envoy and General Hu, for your reward!” The soldiers cheered in delight at the promise of reward.

Even amidst the fierce battle, Long Qingyu couldn’t help but smile; he hadn’t expected that Brother Zhen had such quirks.

The Grizzlies fear teams with strong defense, so they were swept by the Spurs and badly beaten by the Timberwolves and Trail Blazers, all defensive powerhouses.

Long Qingyu, having built a solid foundation and broken through with the Nine Mystical Finger Technique, finally mastered the Seven Mystical Finger Technique after much practice.

James knew he couldn’t stop dribbling; the moment he did, he’d be trapped and the play would die. Big Z didn’t have the range for three-pointers; at best he could shoot mid-range.

No one knew how this spaceship had obtained a pass, but it landed boldly on the target planet.

To keep the surface so clean must have taken more than a moment’s planning. Fox began to feel troubled—was the Federation preparing for war?

Under such circumstances, Ke Yinyue had barely any money left. Whatever remained was spent on daily expenses, and it was a luxury to send a little home to her parents and brothers each year.

Girl, you’ve already endured the loss of your closest kin; this time, witnessing the battle at the Chaoyang Sect, watching those people leave—did you cry yourself into confusion and heartbreak, as you did before? Even I can no longer see you now.

There was no way to return her to the Princess’s residence, and Lady Concubine’s trusted officials were nowhere to be found. If Liang Auntie were sent to the palace, who knows how she’d slander Eunuch Wei.

As soon as the words fell, everyone saw a figure streaking through the air, seemingly covering endless distance in an instant. He appeared in midair, a dozen yards from Cao Ruosheng.

There were only one or two people in the palace who could surpass him; he never expected that a youth not yet thirty would dare say such things.

“Yes, if a cultivator is trapped inside, as soon as the formation is activated, their internal balance will be disrupted, and they’ll lose all combat ability,” Tian Er Miao explained.

The Primordial Demon Ancestor frowned and stopped in his tracks, showing he was wary of the newcomer.

On the surveillance footage, we saw well-trained soldiers engaged in fierce battle with zombies. I truly admire their teamwork—it’s far superior to ours.

Lin Zhengying explained, “Those deeply trusted by the King of Hell are called ‘Constables.’ The one with a black cloth tied to his arm is a Black Constable; a white cloth means White Constable.”

Lin Fan lowered his head and touched those lips that drove countless people mad; a soft sensation spread through his body, as if every pore opened.

A towering minotaur fell upon the Yellow Spring Palace, smashing the building and leveling the hill, its wild strength reducing countless ghost soldiers to ashes.

Zhao Ya followed Professor Wu; even as ghosts, they trusted each other.

“I know… a little, at least I know he’s not a bad person,” Qiu Mimi said.

Old Master Sun smiled lightly; his ordinary words made the so-called masters present look embarrassed, many lowering their heads, no longer interested in Ma Rulong’s foolish wager.

The two understood each other and exchanged knowing smiles. In this business, apart from Cao Yinglong’s head, what else could matter?

“Princess, take this jade pendant; it’s your reward.” The Purple Emperor handed it over, and on the jade was engraved the character “Gold.”

The newcomer was utterly ordinary in appearance, yet had a wicked look; his eyes darted about, emitting a greedy gleam. He was slightly plump, wielding a multicolored, gleaming blade. Chen Yuan saw he wore a green robe and a black market mask.

Yuchi Jingde’s face changed dramatically, his hands gripping the eight-foot serpent spear so tightly it creaked. The spear trembled, blossoming with three flowers, aiming at Wang Dahu’s chest.

The lava python lost its patience first; seeing the fire giant hesitate, it lunged forward, head swinging.

“He killed a plane full of people; sending him to the eighteenth level of hell is too lenient,” White Jiao ground his teeth, longing to kill him personally.

“The dishes are here,” Wu Mie announced, pushing the door open. Sure enough, the servers followed, and as each plate was brought in, the Purple Emperor’s appetite was whetted.

The diamond of the sword clashed with the dancing hammer shaft, making a grinding sound as Gu Cunya struggled to endure.

Shen Louhua stared intently at the young man who had suddenly appeared, quietly channeling his energy, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.

But now, discovering that Qiqi might possess an extremely rare and powerful ability, he wasn’t so pleased.

“Hmph! Just wait, I, Andrei, will return! Then, you will all die!” The voice faded into the distance; in the moment everyone was stunned, he had already escaped.

Turning onto Genshan West Road, perhaps because the route to Jiubao and Xiasha was blocked, everyone crowded here. Many construction vehicles passed by, and both the elevated and ground roads were under construction; at midnight, with more cars, it was as congested as daytime.

Moreover, Mrs. Xu served everyone sobering soup, but for Liu Ningqing, she specially served her favorite fish soup.

Pang Tong was ruthless in his schemes, stopping at nothing to achieve his goals. Fa Zheng, known for his extreme vengefulness, was even more so.

Chu Feng saw that as the light dimmed, so did the figure of the Ghost King of Fengtian. The Ghost King, once corporeal, had expended most of his ghostly power under the blessing of thousands of divine thunders.

“Silly brother, hurry and take it!” At that moment, Wu Xingyun’s figure appeared at Chu Feng’s side, urging him.

“Yes, it’s not suitable to recover here.” Xu Yao glanced at the broken walls and tables, the filth everywhere. Living here would make anyone sick.