Chapter 64: Third Senior Brother Will Not Be Pleased

In the dense, impenetrable night, a faint whistle pierced the silence as an arrow, trailing sparks, swept across the sky without a sound.

The Arrow of Oblivion—slay whom I desire.

In this world, only one person can summon the Divine Jade Bow.

Dressed in a best man’s suit, “Wei Ze” raised his champagne to the heavens, arching his brow. “The fourth arrow.”

Arrows sang, their murderous intent palpable.

Explosive spiritual energy swept through every corner of Cloud City.

The eyes of “Wei Ze”—

Ximen Jinlian was a stranger to Jieyang. She had only planned to examine the raw jade at the public auction, hoping to find something worthwhile, or perhaps to browse the jade shops along the street.

“Heh, let me tell you, Zhu Neng, the word ‘regret’ does not exist in my dictionary.” The expression on Ye Feng’s face grew even more scornful, for the people gathering around him, though perhaps skilled, were incomparable to himself.

The Japanese army’s logistics principle was daily delivery. For example, food was requested by the company from the battalion, the battalion from the regiment, the regiment from the brigade. The brigade carried supplies for three days of combat; if there was a gap, the rear must deliver within the first two days.

When it finally left, I felt a wave of relief. I asked Yuan Zicong to hurry the ambulance—why hadn’t it arrived yet? Just as Yuan Zicong finished the call, several medical staff hurried into the room.

Ye Feng patrolled ceaselessly, security guards busy roaming about. It was the final day of the Blue Light Exhibition; the tasks for the next exhibition were negligible, so for these three days everyone was tense, their minds fixed on the Blue Light, determined that not a single error should occur.

Could it be that his air conditioner was set too high? At this temperature, how could Xie Anbo across the room be sweating profusely?

“Remember my name—Vancouver. You will tremble before it!” he declared triumphantly.

Bu Li, hearing this, failed to catch the subtle meaning in Xiao Qi’s words and nodded earnestly.

That day, Shao Fei and Zhao Fei were deep in discussion in the conference room when Qiangzi suddenly rushed in from outside.

The two commanders set out personally for the Third Battalion. At that moment, the soldiers of the Third Battalion were preparing to launch a new offensive. Commander Zhai Yuben, proud and confident, believed their visit was to encourage them, and hurried over.

The ascetic said nothing; his gaze caressed her body, gentle and slow, yet inwardly he savored the sensation.

Lei Sheng arrived at the deserted Dingguang Fortress, walked to the main hall and the chief’s seat, and carved the characters for “Wind” and “Stone” in a spot easily found if one looked carefully.

But before he could enter the courtyard, he heard a car horn from behind. Xu Mosen’s face was cold; he worried that the harsh sound might wake Tong Lexi.

So the soldier reporting the battle brought Lei Min this tremendous, joyous news.

The two chatted for a while across from Li Hao, then fell silent, waiting for the auction gala to begin.

Strands of silver threaded through his hair; every wrinkle on his face radiated a lifetime’s hospitality and warmth.

“Does a firefly dare challenge the brilliance of the moon? Absurd!” The steward who had wished to expel Di Yu scoffed upon hearing Hua Tu’s command, sneering as he watched the combat on the stage of life and death.

The Shura King’s killing move had only just begun, when he found Di Yu had vanished before his eyes—he knew, it was that hateful teleportation again.

The old man, seeing his precious sword transformed so, felt a deep ache in his heart.

The Demon-Dispelling Bell was a premium spiritual artifact, and one of the three treasures of the Demon-Dispelling Sect, because it could absorb all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, converting various attributes for cultivators to use. Truly, the Demon-Dispelling Bell was coveted by both demonic and righteous sects alike.

The monk was employing a secret technique, one that could easily seize a person’s mind. Once caught in its grip, no one could regain clarity unless the caster personally awakened them. Only then could the spell be broken.