Chapter 64 Chaos is About to Begin

"Let's eat something first." Yu Zhisheng walked into the kitchen and brought out a pile of instant food. "I don't know how to cook, so we'll just have to make do."

Zhong Guoxing asked, "...Are there groceries and things on the RV?"

Yu Zhisheng hummed in affirmation. "Everything is there. My dad was worried the little grandaunt would go hungry."

"I'll cook then," Zhong Guoxing said, rolling up his sleeves helplessly. "Fortunately, we are in an RV, and everything is well-prepared, so we don't have to worry about starving."

A roar like that of a beast came from amidst the bloody wind and stench. Meng Hao fixed his eyes and saw a blood-stained giant holding a hundred-foot-long scarlet saber, brandishing it fiercely before the throne. The giant was twenty zhang tall, with a physique as sturdy as a mountain, clad in dragon-scaled black armor, his eyes stained with blood—truly ferocious and terrifying.

Yamata no Orochi was addicted to alcohol and was a heavy drinker, but it maintained a certain level of vigilance. Every year when the ruler of Xite made sacrifices, fine wine was always offered, yet it wouldn't touch a single drop, fearing that the Ten Swords of Nihon would use its intoxication to kill it.

It seemed that Hong Quan was intentionally avoiding Tang Jin to take care of some business. Otherwise, given Tang Jin's image and status in Hong Quan's heart, Hong Quan would never have left Tang Jin of his own accord to go off alone. He neither felt at ease nor dared to do otherwise.

As soon as Lan Caihe saw her master—her master whom she had not seen for all these days—and seeing that her master suddenly appeared much thinner, she tearfully stretched out her hands, lunged forward, and cried out, "Master—!" before throwing herself into her master's arms and weeping.

Since ancient times, weapon refiners and alchemists have been the most respected official positions in Zhongping. Nowadays, a Martial King alchemist is the leader of alchemy, exceptionally noble and prestigious. Achieving the supreme realm of alchemy, much like being a weapon refiner, means giving up the time for diligent cultivation of martial arts and divine abilities in order to delve into the arts of alchemy.

"Han'er, I know you are the kindest. You must take good care of this elder sister in the future," Young Master Cheng said earnestly.

However, they did not know that the Lord God of Thunder in their hearts, namely Tang Jin, after flying a distance of tens of millions of kilometers in a single step, also collapsed limply onto the ground. Cold sweat broke out on his back, and he felt a sense of utter exhaustion.

However, when the flames dissipated, a jaw-dropping damage figure popped up from the scoundrel Jiang's forehead, shocking everyone present.

"Hehe. Actually, that Snow Lotus Pill was the elixir originally given to Qin Shi Huang. At that time, Qin Shi Huang's health was already failing. After he took this elixir, his body felt refreshed. He rewarded it to my ancestors. It's just that the task pressure he gave later was too great, and my ancestors felt it was completely impossible to finish, so they started thinking about running away," Ding Mei said.

This foreign beauty possessed an exceptional figure—a standard 35E, 24, 35 build. Her body type did not look very much like that of a European or American, but rather bore some resemblance to Mi Lan. Her attire was quite unique; she was actually wearing a white Li-Ning sportswear set, and the shoes on her feet were even from the domestic brand Anta.

Seeing that the old man was advanced in years yet still full of vigor and sharp-eyed, and seeing so many people surrounding him, Shang Jiao knew that this old man must be a person of great virtue and prestige in the city. How could she dare to accept a bow from him? She quickly stepped down from the platform and first made a graceful, respectful bow to the old man.

Illuminated by the light, those ghouls all scattered. Having dispersed the ghouls, Wei Zhexun gave a shout to Liehuo and Glasses, then sprinted toward the coastline.

Mo Ziran could only smile helplessly as he walked into the bathroom, leaving a stark-naked Yun Bingyan sprawled out on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling with lifeless eyes, speechless before the heavens.

In other words, Mu Qingcheng firmly believed that it was Long Haotian, the son of the vassal, rather than the Eighth Young Master Yan Hao, who had severely beaten Yan Qing and burned Ah Luo into such a miserable state.

The Sixfold Strength was unleashed entirely through direct confrontation and hard-on clashes with the opponent. Even though the original fourfold strength of the "Supreme Profound Tyrant Fist" alone was already astonishing enough, the power of the sixfold strength now was even more terrifyingly formidable.