Chapter 40

In the past, Zhu Yuanzhang refrained from declaring independence out of gratitude for the patronage of Commander Guo Zixing. However, the situation had changed, and Zhu Yuanzhang was now compelled to take a different path.

He knew he had only a few days of respite left. On the sixth day of the seventh lunar month, the Ya Sea Assembly would set sail to find the iron box destined to alter the fate of both the organization and the Han people.

Yet, to their horror, they discovered that beyond moving their mouths and eyes, they could not muster even the slightest trace of their true essence.

"I’ve been wanting to ask since a moment ago: why has Shiina been over there checking the deck?" Kaede Kayano asked, looking at Shiina on the deck with a puzzled expression.

"Thirty thousand? Find a way to contact them and inform them of what’s happening here. Feixuan and I will notify the others!" With that, Hong Tian pulled Feixuan along and shot off into the distance.

Chen Bing remained as cold as ever. When she spoke those three words, her voice trembled ever so slightly, though she betrayed no other emotion.

Upon hearing this, and knowing that Li Jiamu could no longer walk on his own, Ye Tian lifted him, chair and all, and carried him inside.

Yin Cong closed his eyes as instructed. A moment later, he felt a light kiss on his lips. When he opened his eyes, he saw a delicately embroidered belly warmer before him.

Before the captain could finish his sentence, Han Suyeon splashed the cup of coffee in her hand directly onto his face.

Although they were members of an archaeological team who believed in science, the place felt inherently ominous. Now, with Die Lan’s scream, the atmosphere became even more eerie and terrifying.

Qiu Mimi looked somewhat piqued, as if she were hurt that Tian Er’miao had not fallen in love with her.

Everything went smoothly. Once the blood-colored diagram entered the bone sword, Ye Feiyang established a connection with it and gained absolute control over the sword spirit.

The three of them trembled as they felt the dense killing intent radiating from Xiao Kuang’s body, terror etched into their eyes.

Although Tian Er’miao had not been in the Harmony Realm for long, his physical strength was at the level of a Half-Saint. This was how he could allow the Great Wind to devour all of the Feng family’s Yin Wind Beasts right under Feng Tianxia’s nose, and how he had been able to kill Lü Yanhe that day.

This displeased Kong Xuan. After being defeated by Yang Jian, he had no fondness for Qin Jun and naturally did not want to see his younger brother kneeling before him.

Tian Er’miao nodded with a smile; he could see that Luo E was well-liked among the various sects.

If he had a "Death Walker," the Undying Underworld Emperor could venture into the chaotic void beyond the continent.

However, this "Child of the Plane" was currently obsessed only with bragging. His presence stirred up resentment among the troops, forcing Shen Zhezi to send him away to avoid him swaggering about the camp and inciting further annoyance.

Lin Fan and Pan Siya arrived at the scene. Upon the throne sat a man in a dark red robe; his features were handsome, appearing as a man in his prime, radiating supreme pressure and an endless sense of destruction.

Moreover, there were many types of "Source," each with distinct characteristics. The Zhenping Guangfu Source was naturally the most miraculous among them.

"Brother Liang, I think you’re worrying for nothing." Once they arrived at school and had some time to spare, Niu Bian replied with a huff.

As for the inner sect disciples, their initial suspicion toward his repeated entries turned to doubt, and when that yielded no results, it turned into numbness.

Dan'er nodded upon hearing this. As Lu Yu picked her up, she cast a few glances at the controls and hurriedly pointed into the distance.

Liu Tuo wore a sinister grin. He opened his right palm and slapped it fiercely against the sentry’s cheek with a sickening crunch. The sentry’s neck bones shattered, his head spun all the way around, and black blood sprayed from his mouth.

Jiang Ling wondered if he could learn the arts of Sound Thought, might it help improve the conflict between souls during spiritual communication?

With that, a green shadow flashed. Like a giant bird, he burst through the window, soared across the high altitude, and in the blink of an eye, vanished into the vast darkness outside the palace.

Tailong sat at the center of the podium, wearing sunglasses and an earpiece. His expression was cold and stern; clearly, he was not distracted by the thrilling match, for he was awaiting a far more heart-stopping challenge.

He had long forgotten his original name. Regarding anything before the age of five, he possessed only a five-directional jade pendant and a memory of a river in his hometown. He had been brought into the martial world by two kidnappers who spoke a gibberish he could not understand.

After giving his instructions, Yin Yu-feng took He Fei and the others to the Lotus Garden, hoping to try his luck—perhaps the King would listen to reason.

At that moment, he was falling from the sky, back facing the ground, as Haitang Duoduo flew toward him from above.

This body had been drugged before she had arrived in this world, and Hu Liansheng’s methods were so foul that there was no evidence to be found.

She had not even begun to worry when she heard he had sought out Su Yun, and later, had gone to the Capital Security Division with great fanfare.

Uncle Wuzhu had clearly told him before that, unless he faced a Grandmaster, it would be difficult for anyone to do him harm.

She then realized that during dinner, all the palace servants were keeping their heads low, wishing they could bury them in the ground, their bodies trembling slightly.