Chapter 23

"Then I shall have Fengyin pack our things. Once we have bid Uncle Nan farewell, we will depart." She stood up, her dark, lustrous hair cascading down to her waist. His heart stirred suddenly; the exhaustion and restlessness of so many days seemed to vanish the moment he saw her.

Zhao Lingling always straightened out every branch of a plan with meticulous clarity, leaving no problem or detail unaddressed.

Truth be told, Dongmen Xiu valued his own life far too much. Therefore, even if Dongmen Bo had ordered him to kill, he would never have dared to strike.

It was not until late at night that he returned with several large packs. Inside, everything necessary for self-defense, grave excavation, lighting, and escape was accounted for—far more comprehensive than anything Da Jin and I had prepared.

"Hey, have you played enough? Are we still going to place our bet?" Wan Li stepped in at this moment to ease the tension for Li Daniu.

In fact, I discovered for myself that mosquitoes and insects simply would not bite Chen Ming. Having been with him for so many years, I noticed that such creatures almost always flew around him, and they would not even approach his side; they seemed terrified of the aura he emanated.

Back then, had Su Fan been willing, he could have completely wiped out everyone, including the Five Dark Sovereigns. Yet Su Fan did not do so. It was not out of fear; even now, facing the current situation, Su Fan felt no trepidation.

Well, Wu Xian had assumed his own quote would be the final word, only to find the other party’s preparations far more thorough than his own, leaving him deeply embarrassed.

Before Su Yishui reached Amy’s place, Zhao Lingling had already arranged research projects for her back home—two of them at once, no less.

Watching Zheng Qingyang vanish before his eyes, Ye Zhengteng was struck by astonishment. Even with his current level of cultivation, he still could not track Zheng Qingyang’s movements as he departed. It was clear that Zheng Qingyang’s cultivation had reached a terrifying height—perhaps even on par with a Demon King.

Damn it! Do you take us for mere decorations? Don’t you realize that with a single order, we could blast you into charcoal? These police cars of ours are equipped with electronic cannons.

Of course, if that were all there was to it, this invention would seem rather redundant, as the power of some top-tier magical artifacts is not necessarily weaker than low-grade spiritual artifacts; some peerless magical artifacts are even stronger than average low-grade spiritual artifacts. Under such circumstances, there is simply no need to bother with "pseudo-spiritual" artifacts.

Slowly, Li Cheng’s expression shifted from panic to tension, from tension to sudden pleasant surprise, and finally, his smile grew increasingly radiant.

She suddenly understood: this was not the real world, nor the true Sword Gate, but an innate world of consciousness. Both of them were trapped within this mental realm.

Davos understood what he meant: in the past, there would have been no issue with Sacrian serving as the commander of the entire navy. But in this war, Midolades had come to the fore, winning victory after victory, and had become another star in the navy; naturally, his ambitions were higher than before.

Having said this, Dong Hao pulled out a Cuban cigar, intending to light it, but suddenly realized this was the banquet for Elder Shen’s longevity celebration, so he tucked it away again.

Thousands of wailing, weeping dragon-kin were handed over to the human army. The four ancestors of the human race naturally would not stay long; the army turned back, escorting the dragon-kin toward the shores of the East Sea. There, they would summon the leaders of all human tribes to publicly execute the dragon-kin, simultaneously declaring the might of the human race to all living beings in the Primordial World.

Daring not to delay, he immediately pulled the Skyfire before him. The Skyfire seemed to possess consciousness, struggling frantically, yet it could never break free from Luo Chen’s restraint.

The gray-robed elder gazed at the crowd with a smile. There was not the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power about him, and he appeared no different from any ordinary old man.

"Do you still intend to eat here?" Zhang Heng also knew that saying anything more at this point was futile; what was done was done.

At this moment, Nalan Chaihua had already fallen into a disadvantage. His opponent was worthy of being the greatest warrior of Tianshan City; not only was his cultivation profound, but he also seemed to possess innate divine strength. Each of his pair of great axes weighed several hundred catties, yet he swung them with such ferocity that Nalan Chaihua dared not meet them head-on.

It was a very high-level elven spell. Caelia was extremely accomplished in elven magic and possessed special bloodline talent bonuses, making the effects of her elven magic remarkably significant.

As they were speaking, knocks came intermittently at the door. Bai Niansheng opened it to find their warm-hearted neighbors bearing all sorts of homemade food.

But who would have thought that if they stopped the martial arts competition and used the same level of cultivation to challenge the trial, wouldn't everyone have a chance?

At this moment, the Eight-Gate Formation finally could no longer withstand the siege, collapsing with a roar to reveal the Northern Ming Marquis, Hua Yu, and the others inside, as well as Bao'er, who stood clutching the formation plaque with a face full of resolve.

From the current situation, I could take on the roles of vanguard, guard, heavy armor, specialist, medic, or even sniper... although I don't really want to go to the front lines, that is only because it is truly too dangerous in the Box Garden.

Even after suffering three thousand years of torment by soul-eating insects, the first thing he did upon waking was not to take revenge on society, but to resurrect his former lover. Three thousand years of insect-inflicted agony could not break him, yet when he was ultimately betrayed by his lover, he ended his own life without a moment’s hesitation.

Xiao Feng knew that A'zhu had been lonely and destitute since childhood, having gone through many hardships before entering the Gusu Murong family as a maid. But she had been separated from her parents for many years; how could it be easy to find them? Subconsciously, he thought of Zhang Chen—perhaps this brother could help.

The positioning of Tianxiu Group was that of a comprehensive department store with a vast array of goods. Only the clothing and martial arts manuals were their own products; as for other items like weapons, they had previously only produced guns and repeating crossbows. Although they had now begun forging swords and blades, the variety was still insufficient.