Chapter 65

Zhong Qing pleaded bitterly, receiving no response whatsoever, yet stubbornly pouring out her grievances. Pathetic teardrops rolled down her verdant garments. Finally unable to endure the surging emotions within her, she embraced the Poison Empress and wept bitterly, as if releasing all her pain at once.

All target strikes must be directed toward facilitating the ultimate operational plan, with the objective of severely crippling the enemy's combat capabilities. Grounded in the integration of aerial strike power with ground combat capabilities, they would employ uninterrupted fire suppression and bombardment to achieve continuous assaults, forceful breakthroughs, and surprise attack effects.

However, a rather thorny issue existed in the Far East, and that was the supply lines. After all, the Northeast region was territory belonging to the late Qing government, and forcibly seizing it outright was problematic. Yet, it severed the connections between Korea, Outer Mongolia, and Outer Manchuria, causing Li Ningyu a great deal of headache.

She immediately put on her most enthusiastic smile and habitually introduced her ready-to-wear garments, only to lose her spirit the moment she opened her mouth.

She was never one to mistreat herself. Once she made money, other living conditions naturally had to match. Thus, for two yuan a day, she hired an ox-cart to pick them up and drop them off twice a day, saving a tremendous amount of time.

"Regardless of who it is, I'll go take a look first!" King Mino's face darkened as if water could drip from it. The moment his voice fell, his figure vanished silently. He simply could not wait and went ahead to scout the enemy situation in Dragon City.

The previously favorable situation seemed to have plunged into passivity in an instant. Li Ningyu's face was ashen. He pulled a Zhonghua cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and closed his eyes slightly as his brain operated at high speed. Upon seeing this, everyone knew Li Ningyu was pondering a critical issue, for he had not smoked in a very long time.

Two breaths of time vanished in a flash. The two Return-to-Truth cultivators did not make another move to obstruct him. A wave of joy surged in Xiao Rang's heart, and he immediately reached out to make a void-grabbing motion. Moments later, a massive red palm flew out from the deep pit, clutching the utterly weakened He Buwei within its grasp.

Qin Feng and I exchanged helpless glances, our hearts filled with deep shame. We absorbed the Heavenly Water Mist and then returned it to its owner, yet the owner was instead grateful and even willing to teach us cultivation techniques. No matter how one looked at it, it seemed I was the one taking advantage.

Only to see Ye Liu apply the fragmented weapon to the breach, where it instantly transformed into a complete weapon, albeit one marked with cracks.

Time passed day by day, and the black towers Wang Fan passed grew increasingly tall, with this particular one standing nearly a thousand zhang high.

On the other side of the forest, Xiaohua raised her crossbow cannon and pulled the trigger without even aiming. The Blue Velociraptor before her was knocked down by the raging fire spewed by the weapon. Yet right beside her, another Blue Velociraptor leaped high into the air, the sharp backward-curving claws on its feet flashing with a terrifying, chilling light.

With that, Si Wuyan strode directly toward one of the five corners of the Nine Heavens Seizing the Moon formation, and then instructed everyone to take their respective positions.

Powerful spells radiating immense might flew from his hands, surging straight toward the circle of restrictions.

The sword shadow swept down, splitting the heaven and earth in two. Beneath the sword's edge, all creation turned to fine powder, instantly vanishing from between heaven and earth. Even space itself was no exception, peeling away in massive chunks as if the apocalypse had arrived.

After all, Young Master He belonged to the elite circle of first-tier scions in the provincial capital, renowned far and wide, holding a reputation far greater than Han Fan's.

"If it weren't for the stone tablet, I wouldn't bother coming back to this godforsaken place. I'm sure you all know that Boss Lu has influential figures supporting him from behind. To be honest with you, if you dare to resist, even if Boss Lu's men beat you half to death, you'll just have to accept your bad luck and consider yourselves unlucky," Li Wushang sneered coldly.

The captain set his mind at ease. Encountering floating corpses on the vast ocean was not a common occurrence; usually, before they could even be spotted, the creatures of the sea would have devoured them. Discovering one right now, and finding out it was actually a living person, felt truly unfathomable.

However, according to the system's explanation, these two stones shared no commonalities other than being black, nor did they have any connection whatsoever.

Shen Pei reined in his wandering thoughts, stepped out of the Yuan residence's gates, boarded his carriage directly, and headed toward his own estate.

Could Liu Taohua possibly feel pleased? She was now returning home in glory, originally intending to swagger before her elder sister and brother-in-law to let them see whether her gold bracelet was dazzling enough, only to find that neither of them was anywhere to be found.

"Fine, let's just consider it doing a friend a favor." Finally, Miao Cuihua sighed in resignation.

The Dark Nether Ghostly Fiend swept his eerie eyes around, his thin, pole-like body appearing as though a gust of wind could blow it away. Yet, his gaze, flickering like will-o'-the-wisps, exuded a trace of hair-raising aura.

"Pissed your pants?" Miao Cuihua's face was gloomy. She desperately wanted to phrase this joke more lightheartedly, but she truly lacked the mood for it right now.

With a shift of his figure, he had already shattered the void and flown away. Yet a voice rang out chanting "Amitabha," and another monk appeared out of nowhere, blocking Ma Hua, the high-level expert of the Shangqing Sect who possessed a six-turned precious pearl.

What lay behind that "better yet" was left unsaid by Bai Lian, but any normal person could easily guess it.

A piece of ten-thousand-year ice crystal had also been hollowed out, but the demonic core inside was only a shallow layer, vastly inferior to the Wolf King's. If not for the hundred-odd snow lotus flowers of various colors nearby, Lu Yao suspected that Paopao would have been even more disappointed.

A bolt of lightning directly struck down from the sky right after everyone finished tossing their fire oil, hitting the tall figure who was still engulfed in blazing flames.

Back in the day, when Liu Bei attacked Eastern Wu and was defeated after Lu Xun burned through his consecutive military camps, he was consumed by rage and died of illness in Baidi City.

"Master, are you still there?" Lin Zhengfeng quietly looked at the Tianhua Jade Sovereign Token in his hand and called out softly.