Chapter 65 The Fall of the Martial Ancestor

“Huh?” Although he had imagined what this surprise might be, Ghostshade’s words still left Ye Cheng somewhat bewildered.
“King of the Demon Realm?”
“Yes, exactly! King of the Demon Realm!” Ghostshade excitedly pulled a small medal out of his pocket.
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“The Three-Tailed must be down there. The question is how to bring it up,” Southern Dipper said, gazing at the vast sea below his feet.
“I’ll give you two choices!” Yang Tian’s figure appeared in the valley, walking step by step toward Skyworm.
Both the Bureau of Military Weapons and the Academy of Sciences were working tirelessly through the night; even during the grand festivities, they remained steadfast at their posts.
All that remained was the parliament hall, plunged into utter silence. The senators wore grave expressions—many closed their eyes, forced to accept such a fate.
Once inside the bathroom, her gaze lost its haze, replaced by calmness. She faced the mirror, studying her own shimmering reflection, touched her face, and then, piece by piece, undressed.

Next, the ice puck slowly slipped from his hand, gliding smoothly through the air toward the wall. The instant it touched the wall—
Upon hearing the emperor’s impending arrival, he had already ordered the entire Yongxing garrison to be on high alert, ensuring the royal entourage would arrive safely.
He ignored the water splashed all over him, turned toward the whirlpool, where faint movements stirred in its depths—was it about to emerge?
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Si Jingzhan, whose hair and clothes were still dripping wet, and Xie Nan’s face was utterly confused.
As he pondered, a moment later Guo Dagang noticed an inconspicuous hidden latch on the weapon’s hilt. He hadn’t paid attention to it when he first gripped it.
“Why should I trust you?” Xu Weixiong’s gaze grew colder. “As far as I know, your Four Directions Escort Agency still owes a hundred thousand taels. The entire Qingyang County is your creditor.”
Her full chest swayed, undulating like a stormy sea, rising and falling unpredictably.
Although Fu Xuezhou’s words were utterly illogical, and although Cui Ansheng knew nothing of what Fu Xuezhou spoke, in this moment, Cui Ansheng felt a strange sensation—as if everything Fu Xuezhou said had truly happened before.
Zhou Buyan left, Lingzhou followed; a war could break out at any moment. Chu Xingchen was busy, utterly exhausted.
Three black-clad assassins surged forward again, swords flashing, their brilliance dazzling in the dark night.
Chu Qiudao and Yan Ruorou, half believing, unscrewed the lid—an overpowering stench hit them instantly.

Lingzhou thought to himself that he was not blinded by concern, yet when he saw Chu Xingchen’s hand exposed as he pulled the blanket, with the abrasions on it, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy inside.
“Wait a moment.” Wang Ye had not yet spoken when He Qiang suddenly called out to stop Liu Yao.
Bringing people home meant troubling Qiao with cooking again; he’d never admit anyone else’s cooking, and next time he would still have to eat her food.
She glanced down at the pills in her palm, then looked at Luoyuan. Mist welled in her eyes, and suddenly she threw herself into Luoyuan’s embrace.
But the slender figure made no reply and instead slipped directly into Ning Ye’s bed.
“Ah Long, let’s eat out today. No need to cook at home!” Chen Lan said brightly, clearly in a good mood.
Among the cavalry holding the line, a dozen warriors slid from their saddles, vanishing like ghosts into the woods on either side, their traces disappearing completely.
Who knew how many voices cried out in joy at that moment—confidence was rekindled. Was it not just facing those monsters? America would not be afraid.
Lightning bloomed on Mo Song’s giant hammer, arcs spiraling around, but never leaping past the boundary between hammerhead and handle to strike Mo Song himself.