Volume 1, Chapter 29: Dealing a Critical Blow to the Opponent

Gu Qinghao was slightly stunned, suddenly finding these words somewhat familiar. Years ago, when her mother was captured by the Liao army and used as a threat against her father, he had secured her mother’s release at the cost of letting those invaders go. For this, he had been slandered by court officials. The words he spoke that day were unexpectedly similar to those of Xu Tianxing.

"Yuan Zhantian, do you have any objections? Take him down!" Xiong Neng, feeling triumphant, led his clan members as they charged down, overturning countless boulders to seize Yuan Zhantian, the leader of the Vermilion Bird.

At this moment, Mu Yichen walked slowly out of the room, his eyes cold as he stared at Guan Honglie and Liu Qiang.

Back in the living room on the sofa, the nanny’s mood had calmed significantly, though she still nervously twisted her fingers.

As the four families stood in a standoff, the seven-colored psionic model constructed by Aisendell had already imported the data stream, and Ding Mo saw the detailed information on this Yuan Lie.

At this point, Bai Kai was still at the late stage of Nirvana, showing no improvement in cultivation since we last parted. When he saw that everyone among us, save for myself, had reached the Ethereal stage, he was filled with astonishment.

Why did this old man arrive so late? Was it just to carry the middle-aged man’s corpse? What was their relationship, and why would he come at such an hour?

"Boss, it seems like two fools are heading this way!" Liu Qiang pointed toward the entrance of the black market.

Seeing his words interrupted by his master, He Liu stopped trying to argue, offered a respectful acknowledgment, and withdrew.

Xi Haichuan smiled casually and accepted the cigarette offered from the outside pack. Usually, one would only accept a cigarette from an elder or someone worthy of great respect, but he did not set much store by such things now.

Later, in the depths of the Panlong Mountains, after his fierce battle with Kong Xuanshan left him severely wounded, she had gone to find him, intending to kill him—only for him to save her for the first time.

The yellow talisman flew out, wrapped in a gust of wind, and struck the starving ghost square in the chest with a sharp slap.

December 14th: a day people would forever remember, for on this day, a Chinese company stepped onto the stage of history in a dazzling fashion, opening the portal to the future.

***

High in the sky, thousands of meters up, the fierce gale whipped Nie Feng’s long, untrimmed hair into a frenzy. He couldn't help but think that a pair of goggles would be useful. Of course, that was a luxury; such items did not yet exist in this world.

She followed Gan Liang’s instructions and filed an application with Dou Kangcheng, sending Yang Xueyue and Ouyang Nanchen to go undercover at Lin University.

However, some research findings were ready for practical application. Thus, the following day, the executives of Future Electronics and the parent company gathered once more in the large conference room.

By then, as long as Miao Zhuzi and the others insisted that Gan Liang was the culprit from last night, the police could list him as a suspect, arrest him, and subject him to a slow interrogation.

"Qiao San, is it worth it?" Suddenly, a mist seemed to form in Yaxin’s eyes, and she interrupted me with a choked voice.

Of course not. Mi Dakang and I had never imagined that the mosquitoes after this heavy rain would be so ferocious, biting without the slightest mercy.

To be honest, I truly could not understand Brother Qian’s thinking. After all, the matter had been settled yesterday, yet he brought it up again. It was clear that Brother Qian believed I was the one who steered this suggestion, and he didn't want Mi Dakang or Yidianban to know that it was he who wanted me to call off this exploration.

A sense of emptiness instantly descended upon Wei Er, body and soul. The requirements of that power seemed capable of draining his very spirit.

The three of them were not overly nervous during the inspection, knowing they carried nothing dangerous, prohibited, or sensitive. However, Chen Feiyun felt a bit anxious while their passports were being checked—not out of a lack of faith in his country’s capabilities, but because the passports were indeed fake, and he feared that any small discrepancy might lead to trouble.

"Awoo~" Aoli let out a weary cry, then leaped onto a tree branch and lay there, panting with exhaustion.

Yes, the giant centipede had not only inherited the invisibility and flight of the stealth mantis but even its agile movements.

After several encounters, Li Meng increasingly felt that Meng Si was mysterious. That the Yutian Gate of the mortal realm could ascend was already a miracle. Meng Si possessed so many secrets—none of which could have been learned at the Yutian Gate, nor could they possibly exist in a place like Luodong Prefecture.

A mournful, sobbing wail echoed in Boris’s ears. The despair and sorrow the giant whale had encountered here made Boris feel deeply saddened... But what was it that made the giant whale cry out in such misery? What was the darkness and evil lurking in this land?

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"Strange!" Whether Meng Si hadn't noticed before or if something had suddenly changed, the former half-skeleton now had its eyes wide open, glaring forward in rage.

Yet, none of them had the courage to step forward and stop him, fearing they would be the next to suffer.

Even so, Ying Gou did not suffer any severe wounds. Although the four divine swords could pierce his corpse-body, he would recover in the blink of an eye. The battle once again reached a stalemate.

"Don't worry, you are still alive. It was this senior who just saved you," Luo Yin said, gesturing toward the demon lord who looked like a fierce ghost.

All of this was thanks to Xiang Yunsheng’s light orb. The power of the orb could affect multiple individuals and lasted for a long duration, making it perfect for concealing the true presence of the two.

He Tieshou, watching the chaotic scene before him, could not help but feel a pang of regret.

Ye Zeyan was a man of few words. Every time he saw Xia Fanxing asking questions so frequently, he didn't know how to respond; he felt both unpracticed and filled with a hidden yearning.

Xin Yue murmured a playful rebuke, her hands lacking any real strength—it was unclear if she wanted to push him away or hold him closer. There was a sticky, sweet intimacy between them for a long while before Xin Yue finally rose; having slept, she was hungry again.

Or rather, ever since Ye Rou could remember, Qin Tianming’s care for her had surpassed that of anyone else.

A few minutes later, Ye Fan changed his clothes, picked up his suitcase, and left the rented room.