Chapter 81: The Astonishment of Reception and Quasi-Ti

Six hundred strands of Primordial Qi, a seven-colored cloud of merit?
Nuwa and the surrounding mighty beings were all struck with astonishment, unable to imagine that the Lord of Heaven, Emperor Jun, had accumulated such a vast amount of merit so quietly.
Yet, upon reflection, Heaven’s merit was considerable, but the Witch Tribe, as far as everyone could see, possessed fourteen hundred strands of Primordial Qi and another seven-colored merit cloud—was their merit not even greater?
Nuwa smiled.
The Abyssal Emperor’s chariot, drawn by eight Flame Demons, rolled across the earth, surrounded by hundreds of well-trained cavalry squadrons galloping alongside.
Before them lay a coffin, pitch-black and ordinary, no different from any other.
Ke Huan stepped to face Zhen Di, taking out a racket he had prepared long ago, while Zhen Di also took out his own racket and ball, ready to serve.
Instead, he felt there were far too few corpses. Lan Shixiu resolved that once this matter was settled, he would go on a rampage and expand his team.
Those earth spikes and walls stood no chance before me, unable to hinder me even for a second.
“Uh.” Ke Huan had no idea how to respond to Yuan Ze, and time seemed frozen for a moment.

Where could the strike land? Would it be effective? How would the serpent counterattack? Was there any danger?
The launch method for Chaos would differ from previous spacecraft; Chaos would first fly to the boundary between the atmosphere and outer space, then engage its engines to break free from Earth’s gravity, enabling directional control.
A dragon formed from seawater, shaped by my fists, roared and whipped up a storm sweeping across the land, charging toward Reinhard.
Having known Chen Feng for so long, I understand him well; he’s not the sort to act recklessly.
These scions of noble families knew things that common folk, even ordinary people, could not imagine.
Soon, over thirty generals of Yan gathered together, each bearing an excited expression.
With full payment received, the sales team was overjoyed, quickly fetching two gene cannons and handing them to Hu Xin and Chen Yuan.
Zhao Lin entered the Array Hall; most cultivators greeted him politely, but the smiles on their faces were clearly forced.
With one punch, Qin Ji’an caved in Yang Yue Ru’s entire chest, her body collapsing like a ragged sack.
Yet Guo Jia was confident he could continually encroach on the Mountain Forest Tribe, which only piqued Mei Changge’s curiosity further.

Feeling the information in his mind, Mei Changge suddenly understood: after reaching the seventh-grade, a blessed land would generate its own unique products.
Zhou Pao Tou and Liang Song caught dozens of poisonous insects over two days, keeping them in several iron cages in the kitchen.
If one is destined to be a wastrel, then one should quietly live as such for a lifetime, never stirring the winds of fate.
Ye Lin never expected the Jade-faced Assassin to be so generous, offering him the legendary Ten-thousand-year Tree Pill.
The ghoul’s wretched cry echoed across the eerily silent village, and as its voice spread, the silence shattered—chaos and noise erupted, and the chilling sound multiplied.
Zhou Rui darted forward, crouched low, and kicked down two men in a flash. Seizing a stool from one, he hurled it ahead; the stool, like a cannonball, sent a fellow flying, crashing into a table with a loud clatter.
Huang Xiao was utterly shocked—within minutes, Night Wind had come back to life, leaving him dumbfounded.
Brother Yang was indeed a cunning fox, yet never anticipated that Chen Hao, seemingly so straightforward, would play mind games with him. Nor did he expect Chen Hao to recover his strength so quickly. Despite all his calculations, he missed a crucial step.