Volume 1, Chapter 46: Titans Clash

Watching Chen Jizhen leave, a cruel grin crossed Fu Hao's face. He gazed at Chen Jizhen's departing back with an inscrutable expression, deep in unknown thoughts.

Unsurprisingly, Li Qingshan's straightforward temperament was thoroughly infuriated by the repeated accusations of being a "scumbag," and he retorted on the spot.

Both Old Taoist Jia and Liu Futang were awakened by his shouting, and they pushed open their doors one after another to ask him, "What are you howling about in the middle of the night? Which blind fool stepped on your tail?"

As if engaging in some illicit activity, the members of the Fellowship, wearing face masks, handed the manuscript currently in Wei Xiang's possession right into his hands.

Monkey Er's eyes rolled, and feigning ignorance, he said, "What did I say? How come I don't remember any of it?" While speaking, Monkey Er took another step backward. He then shouted, "I'm telling you all, don't come any closer! If you take another step, I won't be polite anymore!"

Yang Shifei smiled and said, "Of course I wouldn't dare do anything to you, but who knows what *it* might do to you!" With that, Yang Shifei stood up and retreated to the side.

The ministers were arguing—not over how to resist, but over how to flee, and how to make the Mongol Yuan forces withdraw on their own. To achieve this, they were willing to pay any price whatsoever.

Seeing that her two younger sisters were even more clingy than usual, Xue Xiaoxue felt extremely strange.

The old man's pupils contracted, and his expression shifted slightly. Skeptical, he walked over to one of the corpses and touched its head. After a moment, he stood up with a rather grim look on his face.

It was yet another gathering of the Three Heroes of the Late Song. Clearly, none of the three had slept well, and their dark eye circles looked as if they had been stained with ink.

Hearing this, all the surrounding Heavenly Sword Immortals flickered with emotion, as if they had thought of something. They then turned to look at Fang Tiankui, as though asking whether they truly needed to deploy this sword array.

He tried his utmost to protect all things beautiful in this world, but experience after experience brought him repeated disappointment, leaving him with the sorrowful realization that he could no longer find any motivation to persevere.

Ever since he began cultivating both the righteous and demonic paths, underwent the inheritance of the Undying Daoist, and experienced the strengthening of the Divine-Demon Trial Grounds, his strength was no longer a simple one-plus-one equals two. He could be certain that with his current strength, he was roughly capable of battling a powerhouse at the early stage of the Mahayana Realm.

The chef looked at the villain, then looked at the shattered fish tank. His eyes grew wider and wider, and the veins on his forehead began to bulge.

"Ain't that the truth!" Golden Phoenix said happily, swaggering over toward one of the people who had the Chinese character for "King" painted on their face.

Hearing this, the remaining people let out a low gasp and indeed stopped laughing, turning instead to converse in twos and threes.

"I've finally entered the threshold, though I wonder how much time has passed!" Liao Chen opened his eyes and looked at the huge hourglass high above. He discovered that very little sand remained in the upper half—only about a tenth of it—and an hour was about to expire.

The solo-ranking first-place record in the Kakao server temporarily silenced many of the trolls who had been clamoring that it was a cheat.

Hearing from Shi Mingjie that C007 was actually You Benchang, my brain felt like it was about to explode. I truly never expected this matter to be connected to him.

This was the scene of the second time I saw Huo Mengyan, an image that looped continuously in my mind. Unfortunately, her figure was nowhere to be found in the video.

In front of outsiders, Chen Yanxi's image had always been beautiful and aloof, but she had one exception: whenever good food was in front of her. Therefore, Chen Yanxi generally did not eat out; she either went home to eat or ordered takeout to bring home.

"Judging by the symptoms, it probably isn't. Sister-in-law, extend that hand over, and I'll take your pulse more carefully." Zhang Yang sensed that the problem might be rather serious and decided to secretly use divine power to investigate.

Seeing that the atmosphere was wrong, Shen Shuhua quickly swallowed the food in her mouth and chimed in from the side to smooth things over.

Before the outbreak of the Pacific War, the Japanese military had not yet been able to enter the British and French Concessions in Shanghai; patriotic figures in the journalistic community operated newspapers within the concessions to propagate resistance against Japan and expose the crimes of the Japanese and their puppet regime.

Ji Xirui did not answer, but his silence said it all. Before Wang Muqian could speak her next words, he stood up and left.

Zhu Ling's words plunged me into silence. When she suddenly mentioned He Houyi, I associated him with that extremely distant, speck-like island we saw on the hot air balloon, and naturally imagined their recent circumstances.

"Take Jasmine away first!" Ji Xirui still chose to detach a group of people and order them to take Su Jasmine to a place of safety.

The lobby manager vaguely knew that the health bureau director's son had gone abroad, but looking at Zhang Kai's current arrogant-beyond-belief attitude, he felt somewhat doubtful. Of course, since Zhang Kai was merely the health bureau director's son, he was hardly going to bow and scrape to ingratiate himself with him.

The moment the Red-Net Sacred Artifact broke free from the snake-skin bag, it expanded into an inescapable heavenly net. With absolute perfection and without a single blind spot, it firmly snared the six dark humans who had lunged at me together, anchoring itself tightly to the surrounding rock walls. No matter how the dark humans struggled, they could not break free.

Zhao Yu helped Lu Ren up, carefully walking toward the sleeping tent. Along the way, Lu Ren never raised his head. There was no need to keep up any pretense anymore; at this moment, Lu Ren felt as though he truly did not have a single ounce of strength left in his body. Yet, no one noticed that Lu Ren's gaze at this moment was even gloomier and more profound than usual.