Chapter Twenty-One

Jiang Feng felt truly apologetic. Wu Ming had helped him so much last time that he had intended to host a proper dinner for him tonight; he never expected that before they could even finish their first glass of wine, someone would knock at the door again.

I felt a surge of anxiety. I did not care for that energy; what I desperately needed were those incredible skills.

As the second cavalry unit of the Golden Legion charged toward the city gate, one towering siege ladder after another rose up behind Douglas like ferocious fangs.

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Zhang Yu shivered repeatedly. He felt that the vital energy which usually flowed freely within him had begun to grow sluggish, and his control over the "Protective Jade Ring" was no longer as fluid as it had been, causing the protective jade glow to dim significantly.

With all the industries settled, although there were some losses in distribution channels, Wu Ming’s assets remained largely unaffected. Given his current prestige, it would not be difficult to find extensive new channels within the country.

However, the restriction enhanced by Fuchai using the Heavenly Shell Nine-Light Talisman was truly formidable. Once caught within it, one would be subjected to endless attacks from nine-colored light arrows unless one could break out of the range of the restraint.

Facing so many malevolent spirits, I managed to maintain a certain composure. I did not answer a single word to the spirits before me, but instead, I pressed my hands firmly against the forehead of the nearest one.

With a soft pop, the ninth-order Chaos God of the Dark Clan was shattered by that jade-like giant hand—body and soul obliterated—as easily and effortlessly as crushing a bedbug.

Luo Yu smiled and said, knowing full well that if not for Xuanshuang, he would never have achieved such a victory in this battle.

In just over ten seconds, the air was filled with cries reporting casualties, which hammered against Bai Gang's ears.

Meeting no resistance, Luo Yu had already brought Ning Xinyu to the exit of the Demon Spirit Valley. It was a road filled with yellow sand, the very place where the two of them had encountered the black-robed figure the day before.

Wu Pochen stood at the bow of the ship with one hand behind his back, watching the Witch warriors spread across Nian Family Island. A cold, sinister look appeared in his eyes; he was certain that this battle would end in the slaughter of every member of the Nian family.

Li An leaned toward the latter possibility. Since becoming the adopted son of the Queen Mother, he had been able to see ghost messengers like Black and White Impermanence; seeing the Ten Kings of Hell was only to be expected.

The other disciples of the True Martial Sect also cast their gazes over. They were, after all, young martial generals; without a firm will, it would have been impossible for them to break through to the rank of martial general before the age of thirty. Thus, emerging from this illusion was not difficult for them.

However, although Li An’s physical strength could rival that of the Imperial Realm, the vital energy within his body remained at the Martial Sect stage and needed to be upgraded step by step.

What must be faced must be conquered head-on, rather than fleeing and wallowing in sorrow like a cowardly loser.

"Thirty percent of the Gu family's shares are in your hands, Mr. Song. Can you return them to me?" Gu Meng gritted her teeth and said. She did not want to do this, but she had no choice; she had to treat this as a strictly professional matter.

Corvinus turned ethereal, dodging the bullets fired from the front of the Music Palace, and a massive white wolf shadow lunged straight toward it.

Luo Qinghuan saved it because its kin had gone too far, nearly leveling the peak in the center of Fenghua Ridge.

But those who could control light were one in a billion. Zhang Lan did not believe that there was anyone else among the Chitauri capable of such a feat.

To call him kind-hearted would be a stretch; as a spymaster, the blood on his hands was immeasurable. The number of superhumans who died indirectly because of him reached at least into the thousands.

Xu Zekuan looked at the display screen, fell silent for a moment, printed the report, and handed it to Bai Keliang.

For the first time since taking the helm of the United States, "The Club" felt a sense of bewilderment, even helplessness.

Zhuang Jian only held a short dagger, but every gesture he made carried the sharpness of an peerless blade. With every palm strike and kick, he could send the beasts that lunged at him flying, slamming them into the cliffside until they burst into sprays of blood that painted the path behind him.

Yet, just then, he sensed a trace of danger. But there was no one around—no players, no monsters, only the black earth. Where could the danger be coming from?

After Lu Chen finished speaking, he roared and charged from behind the wall, rushing headlong toward Wang Shaoning and the six heavy cannons.

This would make him even more famous in Wushuang City, and at the same time, it would be a spectacular show that would ruin his reputation. When the time came, the Nian family would likely fall completely once exposed.

"Do you need a rest?" Lu Chen looked at the blood-soaked [Immortal Love] and took five pieces of Golden-grade cuisine from his backpack, shoving them into his hands. This food was made from the marrow bones of a Purple-Gold-grade sea beast; eating it would keep his stamina at its peak for sixty minutes.

But now, wasn't Mu Qingxue fawning over him, begging for mercy? Wasn't she still his to manipulate and toy with as he pleased?

Lian Xin slowly lowered her eyes, then stepped on the ripples, pulling me toward the center of the lake. Compared to earlier, the water level here was nearly three meters deep; one could vanish beneath the surface in an instant.

Chen Linchi finally realized that his status as a practitioner had been exposed. It was roughly equivalent to being caught red-handed while cheating at gambling, so it was no wonder the manager of the gambling den was angry.

Then she glanced at Yu Hui. Yu Hui gave a sweet smile and said, "Keep the money Zhao Ting gave you. Here is one hundred million, given to you by my sister." With that, she handed me a bank card.

Madam Zheng and Lady Li were both astonished; they had seen many handsome men from the North, but the impact this young man had on them at this moment far exceeded anything they had experienced before.

After writing the final character, Jiang Cailing burned the sheet of rice paper she had used as a backing in the candle flame, then hurried to the window to tie the letter to a carrier pigeon and let it fly away.

I studied the stranger before me: a square face, thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a tall, sturdy frame that seemed to carry an inherent sense of upright righteousness.

No one expected that with a single punch, Chen Linchi would knock the wild horse from the Western Regions unconscious to the ground, never to rise again. It was likely that after this blow, the wild horse would never be wild again.

Especially for Cool Play Entertainment, which had already learned of Han Ge’s style of doing things, they were the ones who had suffered the most losses under his hand.

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