Chapter 62: Transformation

One week later, the inks of various television stations were truly exhausted. The airwaves were overwhelmed with news regarding the technical self-detonation at Hammer Industries' factories and the terrorist attack at the Stark Expo.

For instance, at this very moment, Tony Stark was holding a press conference. Pepper had indeed kept her word; regardless of how Tony tried to persuade her, she insisted on taking a three-month vacation, leaving Tony Stark with no choice but to handle the press conferences all by himself.

Meanwhile, a man with a mohawk haircut, who gave off an imposing and towering presence even while sitting, stared intently at the screen with a serious expression, his fingers clumsily and hurriedly tapping away on the game controller in his hands.

Damn it, given how things are now, I might as well take the initiative. After all, I am a man; how can I cower and hesitate in a situation like this?

The Spanish artillerymen inside the door certainly understood the meaning of those words, but they could not figure out what those bizarre individuals were actually trying to blow up. The wall bricks at this firing position were several meters thick, and that iron door possessed a thickness rivaling a battleship's armor—what on earth were they trying to accomplish?

With that, Susan picked up a piece of the dish Xiao Fei had just tasted. The moment she tried it, she reacted just like Xiao Fei and spat it out immediately.

Never had they imagined that a cultivation sect of the Starlight Empire would actually manifest within the mortal territory of Daxing Prefecture. In the hearts of ordinary martial artists and commoners alike, that was a sect of ethereal, god-like existence.

The moment Yang Jiekai stepped into the hall, a dozen pairs of eyes instantly locked onto him.

Even if we are miserable, we are at least the miserable second-class citizens of Uncle Sam. We accepted the fact that there would be no Air Force rescue team coming to fish us out, but what on earth was the deal with that "Warthog" that kept hanging around, eating our food and drinking our booze?

This gave the Golden Tiger a breathing space, and its sharp claws lashed out repeatedly at the nearest guard.

Following this period of brutal training, no one dared to treat it lightly anymore. The ranks were formed neatly, bearing a fair resemblance to actual soldiers.

A piercing shriek erupted from the mutant snake's throat. Caught completely off guard, everyone covered their ears and staggered backward. Li Yi was even struck with sudden tinnitus, his hearing temporarily cut off.

Seeing this young man speak with logical clarity and command the absolute trust of the other farmers, Qin Liangyu felt her curiosity growing even stronger.

By welcoming the King of Joseon and having the Ming army enter the peninsula to fight, they would have a righteous cause, sparing the citizens of the Great Ming from the suffering of war.

"General Li... Assistant Commander Qin." Li Ning was both surprised and delighted, never expecting the two of them to appear here tonight.

After comforting himself with a mental pep talk, Liu Fugui pushed those thoughts aside. Today, he had to concentrate all his energy on channeling the spring water. He had set a strict goal for himself: he would do this only once—a definitive, one-shot deal.

Cao Xiu had already discovered that Jiang Yue was not some crude soldier who only knew how to fight and risk his life; rather, he resembled a knowledgeable and wise scholar, no less refined than well-educated young gentlemen from prominent families. Consequently, he grew increasingly respectful of him, treating him as an equal friend.

If there was anything Wang Feng least expected, it was that the true qi within his body would possess so many unexpected uses. Had it been in the past, even Wang Feng himself would have found it hard to believe.

Zhao Rui climbed to a high vantage point beside the river valley and gazed into the distance. In the far distance along the road, a long cavalry column was rushing toward them, numbering no less than five hundred riders. At the head of the formation fluttered a wind-tossed battle flag bearing the insignia of the Langya troops.

Bian Bing explained patiently, point by point, showing not the slightest hint of impatience; instead, he wore an expression of genuine enjoyment.

Huantian was being nagged by his mother, who claimed that a distant relative was taking a plane over and wanted him to go to the airport for pick-up. When on earth did I have a distant relative, and how come I never knew about it? He waited anxiously as every second ticked away.

Yet this was not the end. Just as he hovered mid-air, Qin Feng felt four weak currents of wind brush against his ears, as if four elite martial artists standing ready in full armor were simultaneously attacking from four directions.

Within the landscape painting, the power inside Ling Feng's body had mostly recovered. Only then did he slowly open his eyes, gazing at the endless stream of demonic cores and medicinal pills appearing before him.

Ling Feng's expression tightened. The phantom behind him slightly opened its eyes, and with a wave of his hand, the incoming fishing net vanished.

Opening the gate, Xiao Chang immediately altered his appearance into a red-faced, semi-centenarian elder, then sat inside the room, awaiting the arrival of Tie Xuantong.

Ling Feng accepted the pills. Initially, he intended to tuck them into his tunic, but upon hearing Great Elder Meng Tian's words, his movement paused involuntarily.

After picking up a few random branches, Lindsay found a broken roof tile. She first sighed that if she brought this back to modern times, it would be a treasure exchangeable for real gold and silver. Then, she crouched down on the slope to dig up reed roots, wiped away the mud, and chewed them section by section, finding them as sweet and detailed as sugar cane.

Although she strived to treat everyone peacefully, the experiences of her two lifetimes made her feel somewhat out of place when facing those sixteen- or seventeen-year-old youths.

The Heaven and Earth Sanctuary was a sacred land for martial artists, and to ordinary folks like Old Man Liu, it was a place of supreme sanctity.

Her clothes were scattered across the sofa, several empty cola cans sat on the coffee table, a large pile of snacks was heaped up haphazardly, her slippers were kicked off in opposite directions, and a strange, spicy aroma lingered in the air.

Unawares, Zhuang Yichen had stepped onto the true path of a powerhouse. Unconstrained by rigid rules, innovation and adaptability remain the inner soul of a formidable mage.

Ye Tian smiled slightly, no longer teasing Terry. Instead, he reached out to take the blood diamond that Terry had worked so hard to acquire, examining it closely.

However, when the lethality was in the single digits, a single [Comprehensive Point] could increase [Lethality] by one point.

Two torpedoes flashed past like lightning, instantly sinking two Lu-class replica warships serving as flagships.

Moreover, it was likely that before this happened, massive rainfall would trigger flash floods. At that time, the only thing he wouldn't have to worry about was finding a final resting place; the flash floods would take care of his funeral arrangements and bury him somewhere.

Feng Wuming impatiently waved his hand to dismiss everyone. Even though some felt uneasy in their hearts, seeing Feng Wuming's current demeanor, they could only swallow their words and leave with lingering reluctance.

Huangfu Wanli pressed his hands against the back of the imperial seal, channeling energy frantically. Yet, under the onslaught of the sword tide, Huangfu Wanli, together with the seal, was being pushed backward involuntarily. Even so, Huangfu Wanli continued to struggle and hold on desperately.

Furthermore, possessing an extraordinary understanding of the Blood Demon Prison, he carefully inspected the Blood Demon Prison before him.

Rena Ryuugu looked left and right. Finally, when her gaze fell upon the blood-dripping cleaver in her hand, a sudden realization washed over her.

Back then, the two had already pledged their hearts to each other and formalized their status. Zhou Hongyun had long since regarded Yuan Meng as his wife; how could he possibly stand by and watch Yuan Meng plunge into danger under such circumstances?