Chapter 41

Gao Peng's gaze also swept over to Lan Rui's computer screen following Jin's line of sight. On Lan Rui's computer screen, a chat window between Lan Rui and Liu Yuxiao was open, with two consecutive messages reading, "Lanlan, what are you doing? Reply!" prominently displayed on the interface.

The location was a carefully chosen valley. Surrounded from the front, back, left, and right, tens of thousands of people—including the Qing Dynasty escort guards and strings of Korean civilians tied together—were completely trapped in a classic pincer movement by just a few thousand men from the Flood Society.

Liu Shouguang felt a bitter taste in his heart. The princess was only seventeen years of age, and his own age was vastly different from hers; his youthful appearance was merely the result of his eternal youth-preserving cultivation.

It could be said that in front of the demon race, they completely lacked the dignity to lift their heads. Even though they had been driven into the demon realm, deep in their hearts, they still believed that the demon race ought to be the rulers of the mortal world.

"Oh, Xiahua, why haven't you taken the gift yet?" Seeing Ning Xia's face turn ashen with a look of utter helplessness, Lu Xiangqin wore a barely perceptible cold smile at the corners of her lips, while her face remained as warm as the midday sun, prompting Ning Xia to quickly accept the gift from Mrs. Nie's hands.

Man Er said angrily that Huang Yi did not dare to come himself, yet he made up a bunch of excuses, trying to persuade him and Huang Tian not to come, and in the end, he even launched a sneak attack on Huang Tian, sealing his cultivation and forcibly taking him away.

A knock on the door sounded, and Ye Feng, half-asleep, furrowed his brows. Tossing and turning, he tried hard to open his heavy eyelids. Just halfway open, they uncooperatively shut again. Smacking his lips, Ye Feng buried his head under the quilt and continued to snore soundly.

Could this be the difference between a high-tier kingdom and the Tianlin Kingdom? Even a teenager in his teens possessed the cultivation of a half-step Spirit King at the peak.

"How did he appear? What are the patrol guards doing?" the man yelled angrily at the few people nearby.

"Family background? I haven't looked into it too much, but it seems she grew up in a single-parent family," the instructor said.

The Buddhist ring blade and the Zen staff collided with a loud clang of metal, sending a shockwave that made everyone's eardrums buzz, and both of them took a step back simultaneously.

So much wealth piled up in the courtyard not only made the soldiers' eyes spin and swallow hard, but even Tong Guan and Yang Jian had glowing eyes. However, with Zhao Hao standing right beside them, itching all over, none of them dared to make the slightest unauthorized move.

Wang Yue manipulated his Tryndamere without a moment's hesitation, buying a Doran's Blade directly. Staring into the distant canyon, he remained silent for a long time.

"Reporting to Your Imperial Father, this son has completed all his lessons for today. Yesterday, the Empress Dowager summoned this son to dine with her, which is why I came here," Hua Zhuang replied with graceful poise.

Upon landing, Bandage immediately turned around in a defensive stance and looked toward Quincy, only to be met with Quincy's slowly receding back and a sentence left floating in the air alongside the thrown-away scabbard.

However, no one expected Lawrence's strength to be so formidable, incapacitating several companions in a single move. Compared to his peers in Carmel, Lawrence's strength seemed to surpass even Quincy and Prajna, and he was arguably almost a match for Lance, who was currently the center of everyone's discussions.

Wang Yue fell silent, seeming not to have heard at all, but the fact that his hands—usually steady—were now trembling slightly made it easy to see that his emotions had been stirred.

"Thank you for doing so much work to help conceal my condition, but I'm not feeling well at all right now. I might need to take a break for a while," Sun Zhuo said, sounding somewhat apologetic, especially since they had lost all five games played.

Edward's facial features were distinct and sharp-angled. If he had to be compared to someone, he certainly bore a striking resemblance to the steadfast Gang Ding.

The only people in this room used for office purposes were Lin Yuan and Sours, as Sours had specifically requested a private meeting alone with Lin Yuan.

After putting the meat on to stew, Manying began to stir-fry the shredded potatoes in vinegar, and within moments, a rich aroma filled the air.

No one would spend ten or even several decades practicing a martial art with no future. Consequently, martial arts had become a joke, treated almost like aerobics. Aside from performances and barely keeping fit, Chinese martial arts existed in name only.

Yet, once again, she was ruthlessly rejected. Although this outcome was within expectations, Luo Jianye still felt a pang of heartache.

Lin Yuan smiled happily; it had taken no effort at all. He could be certain that the last person was right here.

Rungeer was the son of Han Pengcheng and Sun Qian. He was only seventeen months old now; aren't children of that age exceptionally active?

Compared to the martial arts on Earth—although Earth lacked theoretical knowledge—there was no doubt that regardless of the sect, their martial arts techniques had been repeatedly refined and perfected through countless real-combat experiences before being recorded.

At that critical juncture, he had no time to doubt the truth of the other person's words, so he had no choice but to believe that Hypnos was one of Lin Yuan's subordinates whom he had never met before.

Returning to the real world, Li Bufang obtained the method to leave the Saha Sea from his master and hurried back in high spirits. Once he mastered the trick of entering and exiting the Saha Sea, that painting would no longer pose any threat whatsoever. As soon as he arrived at the hotel where he was staying, Lin Mengying immediately rushed up to greet him.

"No," Hao Xingxing refused tearfully with red eyes, feeling utterly furious at the thought of that wicked stepmother.

Following the water source tracking method was not difficult at all; otherwise, they certainly would have been discovered if they hadn't run into Mordred.

Li Xiangli really couldn't compliment her own needlework skills, but buying ready-made clothes was simply too expensive and not worthwhile. Besides, she didn't have the conditions for that right now, so she might as well buy some fabric and figure it out herself.

"What a pity, I'm still a step too late!" Seeing this, Fudou Yusei sighed inwardly, ultimately letting the Earthbound Immortal's mark manifest.

Finding that Daimon had ended his turn hastily, the host was greatly surprised. One had to remember that Daimon's previous moves always started with the Ancient Gear Golem, exerting a strong sense of oppression on the opponent. Why was he being so conservative in this match?