Chapter 65: The Ball

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The king laughed heartily, "Wonderful! I haven't had such a good sleep in a long time. My queen, you deserve the highest praise!"

Liang Dan replied, "Dawn is breaking. You must soon busy yourself once more with affairs of state, and I too must hasten to prepare the grand ball, lest I hold you back."

For the next several days, the king came without fail every single day, and each day Liang Dan would strike him from behind with a heavy blow, leaving him to sleep soundly on the floor throughout the night, before having him carried back to the bed come morning light.

After a long while, Chu Zifeng finally spoke, "Tell me first, where on earth is this place? Shouldn't I be within the Sword Graveyard? Is everything here merely an illusion?"

To his utter astonishment, the moment the liquid was drawn away, the Emperor Vine began to shake violently, its fruit rattling down in a chaotic cascade. Frightened, Tu Ming simply waved his hand and harvested every single remaining fruit in one go.

This sensation was profoundly mystical; even back in the Heavenly Destiny Continent, the feeling of returning to the Jiang Estate in the Qi State was not nearly as intense as what he experienced now.

"Taste my foot! Why on earth did you come here? Don't you realize what kind of critical moment this is? You actually have the leisure to care about such trifles!" Xue Wuji did not spare him a pleasant look.

Yet that very same Spirit-Opening realm cultivator who had just been pursuing him suddenly let out a loud cry, spun around, and dashed toward the direction of the altar as well.

At this moment, Zhou Long and the other two trembled in their speech. It was abundantly clear that they had no earthly idea what was happening. Clearly, a powerful sword qi was clashing against their soul essence right where it converged—this was the very sword qi of Sha Wansheng—yet Sha Wansheng himself had somehow appeared right beside them at this very moment.

Upon hearing Jiang Xie's words, Ruo You stood completely stunned, not even realizing when Jiang Xie had collapsed onto the ground. What finally brought Ruo You back to her senses was the near-death Slaughter Black Dragon. Her attack had failed to kill it, and neither had Jiang Xie's. Such was the terrifying vitality of a sub-dragon.

As a rapid sequence of words tumbled out, a buzzing vibration immediately followed. Wisps of soul radiance emerged from Jian Xiong's body, signifying that the soul oath had successfully formed.

"Of course I remember. Among all the students I have ever taught, you were by far the most beautiful. It would be quite difficult to forget."

This man would take a life over the slightest disagreement and attempted to launch a surprise attack on Yan Yuncheng when the latter was off guard. His palm formed the shape of a claw, crackling with fierce inner energy; a strike like that could shatter gold and cleave stone, and if it landed on a human body, it would undoubtedly prove fatal in an instant.

"Ha?" Hearing Guinevere's helpless tone, the naturally hot-tempered Mordred instantly flared up.

In any case, either their top or bottom jungle region remained in a state entirely devoid of neutral monsters. Even if the opposing jungler chose to invade, it would pose absolutely no problem at all; at worst, they would simply cede one side of the jungle.

Under Itsumi Erika's bewildered gaze, Artoria gestured toward Sakura Matou, then walked toward her with a smile.

"Feng Xiaogang... the director has arrived as well." Mu Ming almost habitually blurted out his name directly, but fortunately, realizing he was now considered an insider, he bit his tongue and managed to append the word "director" at the end.

"Heh, fair enough. But how much are these two bottles of wine even worth that you're trying to cozy up to me?" Zhou Xia shook his head with an amused smile.

"Is that so? Yet you looked so pleased just a moment ago..." Zhou Xia taunted, truly a man whose words and heart were entirely at odds.

Lan Xin rubbed the hem of her dress with both hands, pouting her lips with reluctance written all over her eyes, thinking to herself that the marriage proposal was originally meant for her, yet that damned Zhang Sheng had actually set his eyes on you instead. Alas.

Kui Ying descended from the sky into the Goblin Town, surrounded by fluttering radiances that transformed her into a fair-skinned beauty with golden hair. Her skin resembled congealed lard, her delicate eyebrows were gracefully arched, and her figure was exceedingly alluring. She bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Kui Yu in appearance, though she possessed a much more mature air.

When Mu Ming read through these analyses, he was utterly astounded by the wild imaginations of these fans. This was simply the legendary tale of "starting with a single image while fabricating the entire content out of thin air."